This is an account of a real ghost story as told by my family. Shortly after WWII my parents and my two sisters moved into an old house on Bjornson Street in Big Rapids Michigan. Local residents told my parents that the house was known as a haunted house with a history of death behind it. My parents were atheists and did not believe in the supernatural however, they were never sure of what had happened. They only knew at the time they lived there that they had to get out of that house.