Viewer submitted stories   Visited The Jerome Hotel last summer which was once a hospital and sometimes mental institution for the miners and families years ago. Once the mines were abandoned the building stood vacant for over 40 years and was then converted to a hotel. We were allowed to walk through an upstairs hallway for a few minutes (I would never want to stay there)....I was standing, alone, at one end of the hallway focusing the camera for a shot of an amusing picture on the opposite wall. I was about 6 feet away - not directly in front of the picture. As I stood there I DISTINCTLY heard a woman's voice behind me call my name. I have a very unusual name which made this even more curious. I investigated and there was no one there, nor were there any TV's or radios playing. I laughed, told my husband and we left. Got home and was looking through my photos. Look at the right bottom corner of the photo. It is either a child or woman facing toward the right. When you enhance the photo you can see the soft chin, blouse and even the sleeve with all the wrinkles! It even appears that the shirt or coat is blue. I then did a little research and found that it is quite common for maids to hear someone call their name while on this floor. I am sensitive to paranormal activities but did not feel any changes in temperature, any presence or negative energy - just the voice. Interesting isn't it?       The House On Church Street This is a true story of my experience in the supernatural. The title I choose expresses the nightmare I once lived which started in 1972, This is a story about a haunted house I lived in about 30 years ago. In Standish, Mi. I was only 21 yrs old when I moved into this, very innocent looking, but very haunted house. After moving in, sometime later I had opened doors I could not close. I was to find out I had awoken the spirits that inhabited a, Native American Indian grave site under the house. My life turned into a nightmare that would escalate into a battle between good & evil nightly for 4yrs. My dad purchased an old house that was estimated to be about 100 years old. While digging underneath the house in preparation to level it with jacks, he stumbled upon some bones. After a little thought and some dismay, he determined that the bones appeared to be human.. He was very upset and dumbfounded by this discovery. Still in shock and disbelief, he turned the bones over to an official to be tested. Later, he was told that the bones had been from the body of a Native American and that there could be more bones under the house. They believed that my dad may have discovered a Native American burial ground. At that time no one seemed concerned, as Michigan was known to have Native American burial sites state-wide. My dad did not wish to disturb the burial ground any more than he already had. He placed the bones back under the house and buried them in the same spot he had found them. He did not continue to investigate, hoping he had not disturbed any spirits that were at rest or protecting the burial ground. It was a well known fact that many burial grounds in the state of Michigan were thought to have had curses placed on them by the Native Americans years ago for protection against intruders. While researching for my book years later, I searched for a reason for the horrifying intensity of my encounter with the supernatural. I began to collect as much data as I could find. At the local area Pinconning Library, I discovered an interesting book about the area's Native American villages. The Arenac County historian at the time was Calvin Ennes, the author of the document titled History of Arenac County, Michigan. The document is a 200-year genealogy of the Arenac County glossary of several Native Americans. This placed several tribes somewhere within the towns of Sterling and Augres and the city of Standish over many hundred years, although their exact location was unknown. The water shoreline at that time would have brought some of their villages into the city of Standish today. A Page From My Book The House On Church Street This thing started walking into my bedroom again. I still couldn't see what it was pacing up and down from my room into the living room. I asked Mom quietly again, Do you still hear the footsteps Mom?" I was becoming rather frantic by now. "Yes! she responded. I just laid there and listened as the steps began to come closer and closer to my bed. I whispered "This is getting very freaky now. Should I just lie here scared? Or should I get some guts and ask who they are? Maybe it's those spirits I asked to help me locate some buried money!" I sat up in my bed and reached my head over the edge. I think I was close enough to be in their faces if I could see them! I just shut the fear off like a water faucet, and asked this thing "Who are you?" There was no response. "Are you the guy I called up from the spirit world to help me?" Ummmm, no response! "Well, are you going to talk to me?" Still no response! "What do you want?" I asked, becoming angry. Just then instead of a voice being spoken in response to my questions! This thing or creature began to growl like an evil dog. It sounded huge and ready to pounce on someone! It was getting closer to my bed. I tried to get a picture in my mind of the size of this thing, and It had to be around 3 foot in height. and it was right next to my bed now. It must be ready to pounce on me! Why isn't it? Just then I heard two more of these creatures growling as they began walking in to my bedroom from the living room. One came up to the middle of my bed next to the other one and it began pushing on my bed with it's hands. I could feel my bed move. The other one stood at the foot of my bed. It began to crawl onto my bed and slowly crept towards me. . I didn’t know what to do! I was frantic now, full of fear. After being unable to sleep for some time, I became full of anger at these things! I continued through the night asking them what they wanted from me but I got no response! I tried to ignore them and just go to sleep, but through the night they were very persistent in attempting to steal my rest. They pulled off the blankets on my bed part way, then scratched on my pillow and on the wall next to me. Then they started to taunt me by calling out my name with an evil voice that whispered. "Randy, Randy, Randy!" I didn't know what to do..! I didn't know why they were there or what they wanted from me! I had trusted that the book would send me good spirits to assist me. That's what I expected. But what was happening now I didn't understand! "These guys are not good spirits," I concluded at the end of that night. How would I get rid of them? Night after night they returned as though they were appointed by someone to torment me. I lost three or four hours of sleep every night. Maybe there is something wrong with this house that we don't know about, I wondered. What could have evoked these beings? I still wished to know if that book would send me a good spirit to find the buried treasure I wanted. I was still hoping for that to happen. Public Appearance "New Dominion Pictures" will re-enact a story I wrote. It will be aired on National TV over, "The Discovery Channel", in a one hour presentation on the series called "A haunting". It will air sometime in Oct, 2006. Thank You Randy R. Ervin For Updates & News About My Book; thehouseonchurchstreet.com Thank You Randy R. Ervin "Check out new website"..... thehouseonchurchstreet.com My true NC story for submission/ Cody in Indiana Worldwide, truck drivers tell tall tales, and 95% of them are true. We take most with a grain of salt of which some may be transporting that too. I bought and still own a SCANIA for transporting high grade logs. In 1989 I was loaded with Illinois white oak veneer logs headed to eastern Virginia a 760 mile trip. It was 4:00 am as I pulled into the first rest area out of Tennessee at the North Carolina line. There was one spot left on the end next to a grassy median. Cars on the right, and trucks on the left. I pulled straight in behind a parallel parked semi-trailer rig and set the brake on my Swedish truck. One of 600 imported to the USA, and the only one with an aluminum hood guard. I ate some cakes with milk, and to my amazement I perked up quickly. I noticed a truck comming in with his lights on bright. It stopped to my left, behind me. I said on the CB radio, " I'm ready to leave now. You can have my spot." He said nothing so I reversed moving 80,000 lbs 6-8 feet. I stopped like hitting a wall! I'd hit the front of a truck that was mostly blocking the car entrance. I didn't see it pull in behind me! I got a sick feeling as I jammed the brake. The damage was done and I had 1.5 million safe miles. I got my flashlight and wondered if there was a long log hanging over a bit,... I couldn't remember. There was no overhang, AND there was NO DAMAGE to the truck I just slammed! I lit it up,....nothing,....the fan blades should have been in the radiator,...it shouldn't be running,....it was! I rubbed my hand over the smooth white metal. I looked for anti-freeze under the motor, none anywhere! The Caterpiller motor had it's familiar sound. It was in perfect shape and I was stunned! The driver was in the rest area building and never came out during my wide eyed investigation. I kept saying to myself, "What do I tell him? I've hit your truck but there's no damage?" To my left a truck left a space open, and I pulled left to park there. It was breaking dawn as I looked in my driver side mirror at the new white cabover Freightliner sitting there running. I laid my head down over the wheel to rest,...to wait. It was gone when I woke up 15 minutes later! I think about this everyday and night! Folks? Hit an aluminum soda can with a hammer. If you cannot dent it. That is what happened to me, wide awake and impossible to do! I paid thousands of dollars for insurance and would never have pulled a hit and run. Like I mentioned above. I stayed there until the truck left the visitor center. Like my British friends have said. It was an angelic intervention delaying my trip, and avoiding an unknown danger in perfectly good driving weather. That is the only explanation I understand, but some have said it was a ghost driver's ghost truck. I did touch it and there was form to touch. Simply weird and a hard to swallow true story. To this day I'm not sure why I stopped there. I was not that tired nor did I need to go in the visitor center. I never took anything to stay awake. That is illegal and I was drug tested randomly by a Connecticut company.