08-25-2008, 03:57 PM
When I was 19, I moved in with my best friend and his grandmother because my friend and I were going to the same college. The house she lived in was a field stone farm house build in 1918 in the boonies of Montcalm county Michigan. But the property had been in their family since 1840's. And although I never seen him, I was warned that the house was haunted by my friends grandfather who had died in the early 1970's. Lot's of people claimed to have seen him standing over the upstairs bed (The one I slept in when I was there) but since I am a natural doubter I never saw him nor did I really believe it. But it was fun to play along sometimes. I tried to calm the fears of alot of hot girls that happened to spend the night.
"Sir, You need to get out of your car, there is a train comming."
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"
"Why ummm... uhhh did you ummm... feel the need to errrrr, god why can't I type!!"