I am Jason Sullivan and with me always is my cameraman Jacob the Ghost Hunter, and we have a small PBS show called Midwest Haunts. We went out to this house which is located between Indiana State park and I 80 out by Michigan City. the farmer who owns the land built his house on the other side of the property and this small farm house. Its a two bedroom home with a basement and a cellar. Here is his story and then I'll tell ours. When he first built his new home he thought the old house could be fun for his girls to play in. At the time they were 13, 10, and 7. he was checking up on them one day and found them playing tea party and a broken plate on the floor. The old home was left somewhat furnished and still had old cups, plates, all on display in the kitchen. So he asked who broke the plate and all three girls sad "it wasn't me." Mad he grabbed one of the girls by her arm and yelled at the three "who did it." It was then his life changed. A plate from the cabinet flew and struck him in the back, not hard, but the girls were in front of him and no one was behind. Then just has he was questioning what happened in his head, another flew and struck him in the face. Again not hard, but he saw it clearly move from the cabinet and right at him....So he grabbed his girls and ran. He came back with a little help, his shot gun. He looked around the house, nothing, he went downstairs and nothing. But as he walked up there stairs, he felt himself leave the ground and slam on the stairs. Not a trip, but up and fully horizontal for a second or so, then dropped down about three feet. He got up and ran, and never went back in. We met with him, and made arrangement to go inside, this is 15yrs after he last went inside. He had since then boarded up every window and bolted the door. He unlocked the door and let us inside. We took in our film equipment and explored the upstairs, it was dirty and on the floor were two broken plates. The whole place was covered with a thick layer of dusk and just yuck. no one had been in here, not even vermin, so we headed downstairs. On the way down I found something interesting. A shotgun, somewhat rusted, loaded, and laying on the stairs! My cameraman and I couldn't believe this. We went into the basement and started setting up, I took some EMF readings and a temperature reading of the room. 68 degrees and no activity, there was no power in the house, so the EMF reader would work perfectly to find a signature. It was quiet for hours, then scaring the hell out of me the EMF reader went off, slightly at first, then WAM.....it was at a half reading, the strongest reading I have ever even heard about. We look and nothing, we were both in a panic in the room, it was dark our lights were dim, we weren't ready. My cameraman screams and I hear a slap of skin on concrete. I shin my flash light and Jacob is on the ground rolling over holding his chest. He then got up and ran out! I went out after him, asking "What happened?!" He says" I was turning on the camera when it felt like I was lifted up and spun around then dropped!" We talked for a while, I was trying to bring down his panic state, but nothing was calming him down. So I went back inside alone, to get our equipment. I walk in slow and brought the big spot light from the car and my 500,000 volt stun gun. I walk downstairs and I didn't even make it to the bottom when I felt it. It was as if someone poured ice cold water down me from my chest to my feet, I felt a pressure on my rear, like a bored was being placed behind me. this all happen in seconds, I felt my feet give and then I hit it!! I hit the trigger in the stun gun, I was let free and a shriek rain out of no where. A loud shriek that sounded like steel on steel grinding. I ran downstairs and gathered what I need and ran out. the thermograph show 35 degrees as I check it before leaving. I felt a fear that not many people could understand, but I had control. I was outside, safe, and we left. What happen there? We did our homework on that house. It use to be a rental property, it was very poplar in the late 60's early 70's. Between the freeway and the beach, it made a great hide away. Bikers and gangs use this house, and 13 women were rapped there and one killed. The house has bad karma and we haven't been back. I know, and we are supposed to be Ghost Hunters. I have gone back, but not inside. My cameraman never stop thinking of the house after we left. Later the next week he had a stress related Heart Attack, and was admitted into the hospital. After the angeogram, he explained what ever touch him still terrifies him and was haunting his dreams. It took 7 months before he calmed. We name the house the Evil Bitch House. A real haunt. This is a true story told by Jason Sullivan of Midwest Haunts. ***Just to give you an update Farmer Bob (Robert) had the house (The Evil House)knocked down at 2:30pm 8-25-2006. Jacob and I were there for the tear down. It was a true heart breaker to watch that house go, it was the greatest haunt we ever came across. But Farmer Bob thought it better to get ride of it. When our story came out people kept breaking in and that wasn't cool. I say thanks to a few of the Indiana ghost chasing groups that screwed that up for the people who know how to get a permit or get permission. You people suck! (You know who you are) ****This audio is a recreation, we made it when we were doing a radio show. Please listen close for an example of Ghost Whispers and or EVP's...