My father is a member of a hunting club in northeast Michigan. The club was founded in the late 1920s and there have been two deaths in the building: natural deaths, heart attacks, not any type of violent deaths. The two deaths were of older men, one in his 60s and the other in his 70s.
In July of 2010, my father, brother and I went up for the weekend, as we try to do several times a year, to relax and take it easy for a few days and get caught up. I had never seen any sort of paranormal activity there, but I do believe very strongly that such things do exist.
The second evening we were there, the three of us went for a ride near dusk to see if we could view any whitetail deer to try and gauge the size of the deer herd, as we are avid hunters. There is not a landline telephone on the premises, nor has there ever been, so if a guy needs to make a call your choices are find a spot to get a signal for a cell phone or go into town and use a pay telephone. The prior evening, we found a good spot to get a cell signal, so in addition to our deer-viewing all three of us wanted to make a call home to say hello and make sure things were okay.
We got to the area where we could get a signal, and realized that all three cell phones were back at camp, so a run back to get them was in order. We got back to the camp and I said I would hop out, run in, and get the phones.
I opened the door, stepped inside, and froze when I saw a man standing next to the fireplace, looking at me looking at him. We both stood, the man and I, looking at each other for I would say a good 90 seconds -- long enough that I know what I saw for sure with no doubt about it.
I was inside far longer than my dad and brother expected, as it does not take very long to open a door, walk 15 feet, pick up a cell phone and walk back out the door, so they got out of the pickup and came looking for me to see where I was. When my brother opened the screen door to come inside, the man at whom had been staring slowly faded away until finally gone from view.
I used to not fully believe in paranormal stuff, so I sort of second-guessed about what or who I had seen. It was not until later this year that we were back up there that I saw a very old picture of the original founders and, to my amazement, the gentleman I saw was standing in the front row of the picture. I found out the his name, and upon further reaserch, learned of his sudden death due to a heart attack in the building in 1940.
I am a believer now, in that there are some things that can't be explained or figured out with any sort of logic or easy cause. There are some things that just are.