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the birth of a child by a member of their family that is still alive, or in some cases, they come back to help a loved one who is going through a difficult time in their life. There is a multitude of reasons a spirit who has crossed over may choose to return, even if only for a brief amount of time. It really depends on the spirit and their individual needs, wants, and desires.
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Chapter 3
    The Ancestral Home
    As I mentioned in the previous story, Nathanial lived on the second floor of my great-aunt’s home. However, Nathanial and my great-grandmother Lillian weren’t the only ghostly occupants of that property.
    Before we begin to talk about the other ghosts, I believe it’s important that you know the history of the property.
    Long before land grants were issued for that area of Southfield, Michigan, Native Americans occupied the land, but were forced out by the US government.
    My great-grandfather acquired a large parcel of land through the Federal Land-Grant Act, back in the early 1900s. He and my great-grandmother quickly built the house that still stands today and moved in. Shortly after that, my great-
grandfather plowed the land and began mushroom farming, along with working in one of the local factories.
    Through the years, various members of my family migrated to Michigan, so my great-grandfather converted one of his outbuildings into a comfortable home for the relatives, until they got on their feet in this new area.
    Eventually the house moved down the descendant chain, until it became the home of my great-aunt Louisa, affectionately known as Aunt Tote, because when she was a child she liked to be carried or “toted” everywhere.
    As I mentioned before, I spent a lot of time at the house with Aunt Tote and Nathanial, although no one but me believed he existed—denial can be a wonderful thing sometimes.
    I can remember other spirits being in the house when I was a child, but I didn’t pay them any mind, and they pretty much ignored me, as well.
    The year I turned fifteen, Aunt Tote became very ill and was close to death. The last time I spoke to her when she was alive she told me, among other things, that when I got married I would have her house. At fifteen, I was nowhere near getting married, but I thanked her politely and after a few more minutes of cherished conversation and goodbyes, she quietly died. I remember sitting by her hospital bed for quite some time, not wanting to believe that she was gone, but once I saw her soul leave her body and ascend into the heavens, I knew I had to let her go. After Aunt Tote’s death, my dad sold the house on a land contract to a young couple who’d just been married.
    Fast forward five years and I’m not only twenty years old, but I’m months away from my own wedding. My fiancé and I were urgently searching for the perfect place to live, but budgetary restrictions and two totally different tastes in décor were making things difficult.
    Two months before the wedding my dad received a call from the people who’d bought Aunt Tote’s house; they were getting divorced and wanted to know if my dad wanted to purchase the house back. My dad jumped at the chance, and then sold the house to me. So, in the end, I did have the house when I got married, just like Aunt Tote said I would. However, that was just a hint of what was to come.
    What I didn’t anticipate is that two other ghosts besides Nathanial were also in the house.
    One of the ghosts took a little work to figure out. I hung two pictures in the living room, one over the couch and one over the fireplace. I then ran to the store to get some cleaning supplies. When I returned home, the pictures were reversed, meaning the one over the fireplace was now over the couch and vice versa. I knew no one else was home. My husband was at work and my parents were in Florida. I switched the pictures back where I had originally hung them, and spent the next hour cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom.
    When I