HAUNTED MICHIGAN: The Voice From Behind the Closet Door, Cadillac

I have written about this Haunted Michigan tale before, but it’s one of the creepiest ones in the state and is worth repeating.

The following occurrence was described by the actual person who had the experience when he was only five years old...but he has carried this spectral memory ever since. Not using his real name, for the sake of recognition I will refer to him as ‘Donny’.

Donny himself dubbed this entity "The Crib Whisperer of Cadillac” and lived in an "old, teal colored house, with peeling paint and junk in the yard" in the midst of Cadillac. He seemed to fear his family, claiming his grandmother had the mannerisms of a witch and suspected his father was a cult member. Sometimes, he and his brother would hide from their creepy, witchy grandmother in a big clothes box that was in their closet.

Get our free mobile app

Donny would have nightmares almost every night; but there was one in particular that would invade his dreams for many, many nights. The dream was about two young boys playing with blocks at the door that led to a basement. As they played, an unfamiliar figure crept up the stairs toward them; just before it reached the boys, the dream would end. Donny couldn't tell if it was male or female.

At night, he sought safety and solace in his bedroom, but the room was too dark and ominous to feel completely out of harm’s way. Donny was constantly frightened by the black corners that contained more unseen fears and imagined creatures. On those nights during fall and winter, when darkness came early, he was put to bed earlier. His parents strapped him into his bed with a safety harness and a green blanket to keep him company.

There were times when Donny would notice the smell of an "old, flowery-smelling perfume" that seemed to come from behind the closet door. On one of those harness-strapped nights, he was all alone in bed, away from everyone upstairs and engulfed in darkness. The only light that came into the room was a thin shard.

As he lay there wide awake, afraid to go to sleep, he detected an odd shuffling noise that came from within his closet, behind the closed door. After the shuffling calmed down, it became deathly quiet. After what seemed like an eternity of dead silence, Donny distinctly heard a woman's voice ask quietly, "little boy in the crib, what is your name?" Not a whisper, but a very low voice. That’s where his story ends. There was no resolution, no recorded info on a woman who may have passed away in that house, and no house-history confirmation from anyone.

An adult now for many years, Donny still carries this unsettling memory with him – a memory that was “definitely NOT a dream”.....