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WHY HE SOLD HIS HOUSE.
EVERY DAY ABOUT FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON THE DOORKNOB TURNED ON
THE FRONT DOOR AND MY WIFE AND I COULD HEAR SOMEONE COME IN.
WE WOULD RUSH TO THE SPOT, BUT THERE WOULD NEVER BE ANYONE THERE.
A LITTLE WHILE LATER EVERY DAY WE WOULD HEAR THE WORST COMMOTION
IN THE BASEMENT- LIKE TWO MEN GRUNTING, HITTING, AND BANGING
FURNITURE AROUND DOWN THERE. THEN WE WOULD HEAR THE SOUND OF
SOMEONE DUMPING COAL IN THE DRIVEWAY, BUT THERE WAS NEVER ANY COAL
THERE OR ANY OTHER PLACE IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD THAT WE COULD FIND.
A FEW TIMES WE CALLED THE POLICE FROM THE PALMER PARK STATION TO
COME OVER AND HEAR THE NOISE. THEY HEARD IT TOO BUT COULD NOT
FIND OUT WHO WAS MAKING IT. WE MOVED.
Submitter comment:
THE INFORMANT TOLD ME THIS STORY IN 1955 WHILE HE WAS FILLING
MY TEETH. HE SAID THE HOUSE WAS ON SAN JUAN, TWO BLOCKS OFF OF SIX
MILE ( IN DETROIT ) .
Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT
Keyword(s): HAUNTED HOUSE
| Subject headings: | Favorites PROSE NARRATIVE -- Product or activity of man or animal |
Date learned: 00-00-1955