My father's grandmother was Delphine Charbonneau
(descendant of Toussaint Charbonneau).
Her mother (he can't remember her name) moved
into a former house of ill repute (because of the
low price). She had it exorcised by a priest, and on
her first day there, she stood at the foot of the
stairs and shouted, "I'm not afraid of devils or
anything." A cold hand slapped her in the face and
knocked her off the landing. She moved out the next
day. This happened in Detroit.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT ; 48221