(Following or leading me?)
by Joe Olivio
P.O. Box 482 Powell, TN
My wife and I were married in 1959 and living with my parents while we were looking
for a place to live. We went to look at an upstairs flat on
topher off Van Dyke in
After looking at the place she didnt want to live there. We had been looking two weeks. We were tired. Against my wifes better judgment we rented the flat.
Strange things began to happen on the day we moved in. There was a strong presence
throughout the place. There were times we were afraid to walk
from one room to another.
I remember standing in the bedroom doorway talking to my wife as she stood in the
hallway. The bathroom door knob turned and the door opened behind her. I was staring up at the door expecting
to see someone walk through, but there was no one there. My wife turned around to look and screamed with fear as we felt the
It was a very large bathroom. My wife discovered a small door designed to hide
things. It had no latch and it blended in with the wallpaper. It was very hard to
see. When she opened it she found books on witchcraft, evil spirits, white and black magic, the works of
Satan etc. We threw them all in the garbage.
I was alone in the flat one day and I followed the spirit images with my eyes as they moved through the
When I would set the clock to go to Church on Sunday it would be moved an hour ahead in the morning making
I remember having a dream so fierce and evil that even till this days I am troubled for about it.
Many times I would stay up all night reading the Bible for comfort.
One early afternoon I had a flat tire in the driveway. I went down to the corner gas station
to have it fixed. I had gotten friendly with Frank the attendant in the two months living in
the neighborhood. He ask me, Joe, where do you live? I answered, on topher at the
dead end street, Frank. He said, You mean in the grey house
in the up stairs flat? I said, Yes He said, Do you know that a man killed his wife upstairs in that flat where you live about
2 ½ months ago? He tried to stuff
a car title down her throat and then strangled her. She lay dead there for two
days. I immediately checked it out with the local newspaper morgue file and it was true.
I didnt tell my wife, because she was already beside her self.
I came up the steps that same afternoon the door was jammed, without a warning like a man possessed suddenly
I kicked the glass and received 153 stitches in my right leg. We left the hospital
and never went back to the flat, not even to get our clothes.
We move to Frazho rd. off Fern in Rslv., MI One night
as I was in a twilight sleep. I saw through two walls a creature walk up the walkway onto the porch, open the front door,
walk through the kitchen and living room. It then turned and walked into my
bedroom. It lifted the covers off of me and with both hands started down to possess me! It was with a scream of terror and a cry to the Lord for mercy that drove it back and it vanished. Many
nights I sleep with the lights on. These things that moved about were not physical, but spiritual.
Next we moved into a basement apartment on carlye off Evergreen in Dearborn, MI
It was here we heard voices. People talking to each other and no one there.
At other times we could see groups of people standing or sitting together. We could feel them and
hear their footsteps as the walked by us.
One morning as I walked out the side door I saw two persons sitting in my car. When
I got to the car which was only 40 feet away, they were gone. It was that morning I had
an accident on the way to work.
It was then we moved back to Warren, MI on Helle and 8 mile rd. It was for an entire year I would dream
and the dreams would come to pass the next day. Most all the dreams were of a
We then moved into another up stairs flat on Detroits east side.
A high crime area. On
Jefferson Ave. off Shane Street.
I came home from work early and was sitting on the couch playing a guitar. I heard the
downstairs door open. It was my wife coming home from work. She walked up the stairs, into the hallway
and kicked an empty soda bottle. It rolled through the living room on the hardwood floor right in front of me. She walked down the hall and through the living room where I was and then into the kitchen.
I walked into the kitchen to ask her if she wanted to go out and eat.
She was not in there.
There was only one entrance into that flat. It was the way she walked in. I called the store where she
worked to find out what time she left and she answered the phone.
My wife said to me that night, Joe, I will not sleep in the front bedroom tonight! I ask
her, why? She just said, Im scared. So, we slept in the other
bedroom down the hall.
The next morning I left for work. I went down the stairs and out the door.
I saw a young
boy of about 15 years of age standing and he was looking up to the front bedroom window. I ask him, Why
are you staring up at the second floor front bedroom window?
He looked at me so sad almost in tears and said, My little sister died in that room of an incurable disease
last month. As I walked away, he just kept staring up at the bedroom as if he
was in a trance. The place was erie.