My name is Nicole Bray. I am co-author of a upcoming book about haunted locations and legends in and around Lansing, Michigan., through Schiffer Publishing. I am devoting a chapter just to Michigan State University hauntings, but I am in need of other areas and experiences as well. I plan on visiting several locations in the Lansing area, as well as MSU campus at various times this summer.
The website for this book is: http://www.paranormalmichigan.com
Please feel free to email me your stories, experiences, or even if you would like to help with research for this book (you would receive credit in the book, of course) please email me at email@example.com
(This story is probably NSFW as you will shit in your knickers from fear)
I woke up this morning to find the sky overcast and grey and the wind howling like a dead raven. I didn't want to leave the comfort and apparent safety of my bed, but a hunger groped lecherously at my stomach. A chill insinuated its horrid will throughout every room of the empty house as I walked with fearful steps to the kitchen. Every object seemed perverted by darkness and evil. I opened the cupboard and reached for my normal breakfast; a box of Bran Flakes. As soon as my fingers touched its ghastly cardboard an unknowable dread shot through me like a beastly knife. I shuddered like some pathetic spastic as I opened its ridges. Did the terrifying wind outside just moan my name? Ignoring these omens, I tore open the oafish boxes seals and regretted my actions instantly. For what happened next I have no rational explanation, at least not one that cormforms with our understandings of the world of science.
Out of that insane box came first a sigh that made me drop it to the floor and jump back in demented fear. The next sound it puked out into the atmosphere was thrice as detestable. This abominable sound was somewhere between the last moans of a haggard old witch on her deathbed and the laughter of insects. There is no point in vain allusions, the truth must be told. What then came out from amongst the crusty flakes was indeed a ghost, a spirit, a messenger perhaps from hell or somewhere just a filthy.
This entity hung in the centre of the room, its face - as it did have a face - laughing silently at my cowering horror. After what seemed an unbearable age it spoke. The voice hit me in the deepest hidden caverns of my mind, forcing my eyes open and my ears attentive. This voice was mocking and cruel. It told me that all human life was of no importance, that God was dead and Satan has an active social life. The voice spoke of human accidents with humour, it pored scorn on the disabled and elderly. It showed all history to be a lie and wore a t-shirt with a picture of Gary Glitter surrounded by cartoon love hearts. It told of the comedy of death, that all human spirits are doomed to loneliness for all eternity and that my hair is scruffy and needs cutting. With that the demon abated, span around and disappeared in a subtle explosion.
I have been left badly shaken by this experience. I live on now as a shadow, a half-soul, only able to convey my tale and wait. Wait with a constant dread at the unspeakable foulness of the inevitable.
I haven't seen a ghost for ages and I doubt I'll ever see one. I don't even believe in
BANG! ...w-w-what was that?
...I think it was the wind?...
...let's split up.
Easter, my husband and I went to a friend's home in Macon, GA as she was going to be the Priestess that married us. I knew she had a small collection of haunted items, and I had been very curious to see them. As soon as I walked into the living room, my eyes went to this beautiful doll in a wedding gown almost hidden in the corner of the room. I was really taken with her. It is almost like she called out to me. I asked Lady Draiga about her and was told that "Celeste" (the doll's name)was a recent purchase. They had only had her a few months. I picked her up and I felt like she should be a part of the wedding. I immediately felt a huge feeling of joy and happiness eminating from her. We left the room for a moment and when we came back into the living room to start the rehearsal, we noticed her smiling at us. She is a porceline doll that has a painted face and her only moveable parts are her head and her arms are jointed. She is not supposed to move on her own. All evening while we were talking, we would notice that she would turn her head to follow the conversation and she even turned her body slightly on the doll stand.
The day of our wedding came and we set everything up outside. My husband and I are Wiccan so we were having a traditional Handfasting ceremony. Near the altar, like a Bridesmaid, was Celeste and she seemed very happy to be there. Our was filmed and during the ceremony, the people that were attending hear her laughing gaily and several times we all saw her move so she would not miss anything and we caught her smiling. We hope to be able to post pictures of her very soon. She looked beautiful, and though it was a bit out of the ordinary, I loved having her as a bridesmaid. =)