Canada

THE ORCHARD HOUSE SPIRITS

(Michelle)

When I was about eight years old, my mom, dad, sister and myself moved into a very old orchard house located on 10 acres of land. Back in 1913 the house burned down, for unknown reasons and was later rebuilt. We lived in the home for about 10 years and the entire time, there were always signs that we were not the only ones in the home, such as when we'd all be sitting in the living room, with our dogs at our feet and suddenly we'd hear the dog dishes sliding across the linoleum floor in the kitchen. Sometimes our dishes would even tip over on the counter as well. My whole family witnessed these events happening, but I was the only one who actually saw spirits in the home. Rumor has it that the man who rebuilt the home, had himself buried in the basement of this house. To go down there, would give me a really intense feeling of discomfort. To get into this area, you had to open a trap door in the floor of the linen closet upstairs, travel down a very steep set of stairs that were actually more like a ladder to get into the basement area. Oddly the walls and floor were all covered with cement. There was a preserves room with thick, old wooden doors where my mother kept all her canning goods and also a meat locker that my father used for hanging dear and such after hunting. I really feel that what ever was down there was not happy. I would always race up the steps after getting something for my mother and felt if I turned around I would see something awful right behind me. I never had the guts to turn around, I would get to the top of the stairs and quickly slam the trap door shut behind me. The first time I actually saw something was when I was around 15 years old. I was in bed and had just gotten over a cold and still had a bit of a cough. Mine and my sister's bedrooms were at the end of the hall and the bathroom was right beside my room. That night the bathroom light had been left on and I could see into the hallway. I began coughing and when I looked up to see what I first thought was my mother standing there with a bottle of cough syrup in one hand and a spoon in the other, instead it became more vivid as this image got closer to me, that it was not my mother at all....it was a woman wearing attire back from the pioneer days. I don't recall seeing her face, but do remember looking down and noticing the woman didn't have any feet. Startled by this I reached up and frantically turned on my lamp, but she'd disappeared by then. I feel now that she was not there for any reason, other than to help me that night. On another occasion, a girlfriend of mine was over to spend the night. I was sleeping on my single bed, situated against the wall and my friend slept on the floor. We'd said our goodnights and I rolled over towards the wall when suddenly I felt someone sit on the edge of my bed. I asked my friend what she was doing, but the sound of her voice replied from the floor area "Nothing". What ever was sitting beside me had vanished and my friend was left baffled about my strange inquiry. I truly believe that we had at least two different spirits in the house. One in the basement area, which I felt was probably angry that we intruded on his space and another spirit upstairs, which I believe was a female presence and she was not at all threatening, she just wanted us to know she was there and maybe give us a helping hand once in a while.

MY GHOSTLY BEGINNING

(Elly)

The first encounter I had, happened shortly after my Grandma died in 1970, I was 8 years old. I had helped my Mom make her bed and when we'd finished she left the room leaving me to pick up the stripped bedding from the floor. Before leaving the room I looked back at the freshly made bed only to see that it looked like someone had laid down on it rumpling the bed spread. I believe Grandma had paid us a visit. As a teen we lived in a different home. One night as I watched TV while babysitting my younger siblings, something flew passed my head from behind me and hit the living room window taking a small chip out of the glass. This really unnerved me because there was nothing but wall behind me and I couldn't find anything on the floor or window sill that damaged the window.

A FRIEND RETURNS

(Elly)

In November of 1983 a very good friend of my husbands died in an accident. He drowned in a vehicle that slid off the highway and plunged into a lake. Starting the night he passed away and the days that followed before his funeral we had "visits" from him. My husband had an old drum skin from his Grandfather's band hanging on our bedroom wall. The initials on the skin were "BJ". My husbands initials are BJ as were his friend's. This drum skin came off the wall knocking over a huge candle that first night. BJ drove a large tow truck for a living and we had a picture hanging on the wall of that tow truck towing a vehicle beside a lake, it flew off the wall and smashed. My husband and I were watching TV one night and witnessed a butter knife jump off the counter in our kitchen. On two occasions the keys to my husband's truck disappeared off the kitchen table. We tore the house apart looking for them only to find them back on the table. After our son was born in 1986 we moved to a bigger home.

THE GRAY LADY

(Elly)

My brother-in-law was moving in with us and had planned to occupy a room in the basement. He and I walked into this room with some of his possessions only to be met with a cold feeling of dread that made the hair on our scalps raise. Needless to say he chose a different room! Thereafter, though I would frequently be woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of voices coming up through the floor vent. It sounded like two people, a man and a woman, having a conversation. Much to my annoyance, I could never make out what they were saying! In 1988 we bought a house that had been built just prior to 1900, it was a beautiful old place and I loved it! In this house I encountered the "Gray Lady". I could only catch glimpses of her from the corner of my eye but I got whiffs of her perfume all the time. She was fairly tall, dressed in a long skirt with a white blouse and wore her hair in a bun at the back of her neck. One of my two cats saw her all the time and would arch her back, flatten her ears and hiss. The two parrots would squawk at her and one day while I was vacuuming she turned off the machine. As I cleaned our bedrooms I was in the habit of closing the door of the room I had just finished....she would open them again. She also opened the doors to my pantry and all the closet doors. We had to sell that house due to divorce which broke my heart and didn't please my "Gray Lady" either. One day, shortly before I moved, I was calling to my kids through an upstairs window when the window came down and nearly broke all my fingers. This particular window was a pain to open and an even bigger pain to close because it didn't slide properly in the frame and needed to be wrestled with. The story of this house is that it was built by sailor after he retired. One of the main support beams in the house was part of a mast from that last ship he sailed on. He and his wife had never had children and I think that's why she made herself known, she liked having a family around.

IT DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A HAUNTED HOUSE!

(Anonymous)

A friend of mine from grade school told me that the house she lived in was haunted. I didn't know what to think of it because the house didn't look like a "haunted house" it just looked like a "normal" house. She would tell me that sometimes when her and her family would be at the dinner table the pictures in the kitchen would fly off the wall, hitting them in the head. Another incident was that they kept a ship on the shelf in the living room, it would play music when wound up and they always kept it facing in a sideways position. Well, sometimes you could be just sitting in the living room, all of a sudden the music would begin playing from the ship and the front end of the ship would have mysteriously changed positions. On another occasion, I was in the kitchen reading the newspaper while waiting for my friend to get ready for us to go out. She came running in and asked me who was in the house. I answered "No one but us". She then told me that she heard a man's voice ask me what I was doing in the house and told me that I needed to leave. She then went on to say that the man's voice sounded very threatening. I told her that I had been sitting in the kitchen reading the paper the whole time. One possible explanation for these hauntings might be the fact that years ago, before they moved in, a couple was killed in the house. That was the last time I remember going over to her place.

SOMETHING'S IN MY APARTMENT!

(Robin)

I was sleeping in my bed one night. I had a family member over who was 13 years old and she decided to go to bed. I usually let my guests use my bed, while I sleep on the couch. Anyway....she came running out of my bedroom, saying "I saw something at the foot of your bed"! I told her "You're crazy". Being she was crying and I told her to go ahead and lay on the loveseat and I would wake her up when I decided to go to bed myself. I got tired and agreed to lay with her until she fell asleep. She started whimpering, I asked "what's wrong"? and she said "I hear something in the living room". I told her I hadn't heard anything out of the ordinary and I'm pretty used to the sounds of my apartment being on the 10th floor (Having the main water pipes run through my walls and they shake whenever someone uses the water). So I told her "Just close your eyes, clear your mind and go to sleep, I have to get up early in the morning". So we're laying there and I was laying on one side of the bed, with her on the other and I felt something "nudge" me (As if to wake me to "get up"), I felt two fingers nudging my shoulder. I laid there in complete stillness to see if it would happen again but it didn't. I rolled over and said "Keisha, did you just nudge me"? and she said "No". I couldn't sleep after that, I went back into the living room and turned the lamp on, laid beside the stereo, playing classical music until I fell asleep. Sometimes, when I'm laying in bed (since I'm single), it feels as though something is hovering over me, my body hairs start to tingle, maybe it's just my imagination running away with me, but after the incident I just mentioned, I'm weary that there might be some sort of presence in my apartment. Whatever or whoever it is, doesn't come around too often. My sister says I have a "dimension opening" near one of my pictures on the wall, which is close to the bathroom. I haven't experienced anything out of the ordinary in the past....but since this episode, I can't help but wonder what was going on.

THE DARK FIGURE

(Anonymous)

For about three months now, my friend and I have been experiencing numerous encounters with a tall dark figure. It appears to be wearing a black trench coat and black top hat. We believe it to be a male spirit because of the height, weight and hair. We can't actually see any facial features on this "dark figure". At night weird things happen such as movement of objects, touching, feeling and odd noises. Lights also start to flicker off and on as if something flew under or in front of them. We have also witnessed what appears to be movement in the main house, while we're at the cabin, twenty feet away. Our dog has also had some bizarre encounter with something because she began acting hysterical, running all over the house trying desperately to get outside and attack what ever she saw out there. While on the front porch getting firewood and fresh air, we saw a moving light, followed by at least two or more voices. After several minutes only one strange looking person, whom we've never seen before in our lives, walked quite slowly past the house. We found this odd, because our neighbors live further down the road and this was obviously not one of them. I must mention that around the time all of this began happening is around the time my friend's boyfriend committed suicide, I can't help but wonder if all this occurring might have something to do with him or his death.

GRANDPA BY MY SIDE

(Anonymous)

My grandpa died in Lebanon when I was 9 years old. When he died, I felt that something in my life was missing. I was thinking that he hasn't gone, I didn't want to accept it. Anyway, after a couple of weeks I was sitting with my cousin and I was telling him how I've miss my grandfather. My cousin was trying to tell me that my grandpa wouldn't want me to be sad. So I told my cousin, if my grandpa was with me, maybe he would give me a sign. At that moment I felt a cold air (the windows weren't open), I turned around and my cousin asked me if I felt that and I said I did. From that day forward, I felt that I had my grandpa next to me. I think he will always be there to guide me. I will always love my grandpa.

WHISPERS AND SMELLS

(Terra)

One day I was upstairs in my bedroom getting ready to settle down and watch a little t.v before bed. My younger brother came upstairs and yelled to me to stop spraying my perfume because it gave him migrains. I came out of my room ready to really yell at him for yelling at me and this very beautiful smell hit my nose. I was stunned and looked over at him and said that it wasn't any of my perfumes and why would I spray them before bed? Now every time my mother puts the younger kids to bed she can smell this perfume as if it watches over our family. Also while sitting at the computer I often hear whispers coming from the intercom. I have a baby brother and also a handicapped sister and I think whoever this person is whispers to them at night and that's what I am hearing over the intercom.

DON'T WORRY AUNTY.....SHE'S ALREADY DEAD!

(Valerie)

I was just 6 years old, my sister was 7 and we had just lost our older sister two nights earlier. Her name was Sherry, she was 13 years old and she was hit by a car. My mother had a nervous breakdown, so my aunt was looking after us that night. It was about a 3600 square foot home. My sister and I were in bed and my aunt was downstairs in the living room watching television. At around 12:00 am, my aunt heard someone upstairs walk toward the washroom (No big deal). Then she heard someone being sick in the toilet and then heard it flush afterwards. She ran upstairs only to find my sister and I, tucked away, fast asleep. She went back downstairs and as soon as she got comfortable.....it happened again! This happened one more time before she decided to wake my sister and I, to ask if we felt o.k. We both answered that we were fine. We then asked her why she was so upset.....she told us it was nothing and to go back to sleep. I then got out of my bed and said to my aunt "Oh you must have heard Elizabeth, she gets sick at this time every night....don't worry about it Aunty, she's already dead". I do not remember saying that to my Aunt but she swears I did. After that, she researched the home's history......only to find that an old woman by the name of Elizabeth, had died in my room, 20 years earlier. We had many more encounters with Elizabeth but.......that's another story!

A REAL LIFE SIXTH SENSE

(Laura)

My sister see's dead people all the time. Even now, they will come to her with messages to pass on. On one occasion, my uncle came to her and asked her to give my aunt a message. On another occasion, my sister-in-law's grandmother visited her to let her know that she was unhappy about a situation going on in the family. My mother's response was that to let her know that if she had something to say, she should visit her granddaughter herself and tell her of her dissatisfaction. The following day, my sister-in-law told my mother that she'd seen her grandmother, so she must of heard the remark my mother made. I also seem to sense things. I can always tell when something good or bad is going to happen to my family. I told my older sister that she had an older gentleman who had died, sharing her home. She did not believe me at first, until her little girl told her the same thing. I can sense good spirits and not so good ones. My son, who is seven also senses these things. He sees things and has nightmares. What really scares me is when he wakes up and I come in to see if he's all right and he tells me to please not look at him with that scary face....when I'm not looking at him in any weird or particular way. I believe I have a ghost that follows me wherever I go. Because when I'm alone and doing something....I can feel that something or someone is watching me. It doesn't scare me, becuase I truly believe that it is good spirit and doesn't mean any harm. Sometimes I also catch quick glimpses of something going by really quick out of the corner of my eye. When I turn real fast to look, it's gone.

THE HUNTED

(Laura)

About ten years ago, my younger sister was in the basement with my other sister and a friend. My sister, for no apparent reason began running up the stairs screaming that there was a man with red eyes and a scary face chasing her. She ran to her room and shut the door. My mom was freaking out, of coarse, because by now, we were all used to all this weird kind of stuff happening to my sister. My mother realized what she had to do, so she got her rosary and took it into my sister's room. The room was ice cold and as my mother approached my sister, she sat up and began swearing at my mother to get out. My mother responded by shouting "Get out of my daughter and leave her alone"! She tried to call a priest, but the phone would not allow her to call out. All she heard were all kinds of weird moaning, other's heard this moaning as well. On the display screen on the phone, the numbers 666 would continuously run across the screen. The only person my mother could get through to was my Aunt in Winnipeg, who did hear everything going on in the background. Because she is very religious, she said she would pray and my mother hung up the phone. Eventually my mother was able to get through to the priest, who rushed over. To his surprise, he found what my mother told him was going on to be true. He began praying and blessing my sister, the whole while telling whatever evil was in her, to leave and that her soul belonged to God. All the while my sister screamed in another voice that the holy water was burning her and she continued to swear at the priest. Her friend stayed in the living room, in shock and crying while my mother and the priest prayed for my sister. My other sister and her friend went to go outside, when they saw and heard what ever it was leave my sister's room, come down into the living room and as it was going out of the house, it went right through my other sister and she yelled out in a voice that changed from her own, then it was gone. The priest blessed the rest of the house and told our mother that everyone needed to continue to pray every night.

THE DARK ROOM

(Laura)

When I was a teenager, we lived in a very haunted house. My older sister was reading a book in the basement where our rooms were at the time. This particular day, our cat stood up, back arched and hissing at something. It darted upstairs and of coarse at this point my sister was trying to figure out what spooked the cat....I should say who or what was in the room to cause the cat to react this way. Before she knew it, the mattress lifted up on one corner and she was punched by something that she could not see. When she came running upstairs to tell us what happened, she was as white as a ghost and holding her head. There was visible evidence of what she was telling us was true, because she had a huge bump on her head and everything. On another occasion, my mother and I were downstairs in the basement doing laundry. It was set up so that right at the bottom of the stairs, was the washing machine and drier. If you looked to the right, you could see straight through to my older sister's room and through the door, see mine. As we were doing our wash, we both at the same time noticed a small black figure jump into my closet, causing the closet doors to shake. It looked about the size of a child. We were freaked out and my mother said "What the heck was that"? My response was "I don't know, let's go look"! When we walked into the room, it was so cold in there, ice cold, that you could literally see your breath as you exhaled. I looked in the closet only to find it empty. Needless to say, mom didn't want us sleeping downstairs anymore. I still did for a while though. While down there, on occasion, lights would flicker on and off. We referred to the room as "The dark room" because it had a very weird feeling to it. Whenever I would go in there, I would always feel as if I weren't alone. We discovered that if we would have knocked out the wall in my closet, it would have taken us straight to the room we referred to as "The dark room".

HAUNTED HOUSE ON DEVIL'S DOOR RD

(Jennie)

As a teenager my best friend lived way out in the country, on a road called Devil's Door Road.

She would always tell me weird things that happened in her house. Her house had originally been an old one-room school house, built sometime in the mid to late 1800's. Her parents purchased it in the mid 1980's and converted it into a four bedroom house. Since we were very close during high school, I always stayed at her place, but never experienced anything out of the ordinary. One day my best friend, her mom and I were sitting in the kitchen (which was a new addition to the house, built after they moved in) when her mom called out "Kenny what are you doing?"(Kenny being my best friends older brother). Her mom had seen the figure of an arm, a leg and part of a torso pass halfway through the door before turning and going back to the main part of the house. I vaguely saw something out of the corner of my eye, but it was just a blurry movement. My best friend and I told her that Kenny was in the garage with one of his friends and there was no one else in the house. You had to go by the kitchen in order to get in or out of the house. We were all a little spooked at this point, even though weird things had been happening the ten plus years they lived in the house no one ever saw the ghost that shared their home.

MY GRAND FOLK'S HAUNTED HOUSE

(Julie)

My experiences started when I was little, while staying at my Grandparent's house. I remember being up in the middle of the night and having very long conversations with a spirit girl named Gloria. My grandmother used to tell me that she would hear me talking sometimes for two hours at a time. As I got older, the phenomena changed. I would no longer see the girl, but she would start to demonstrate her presence. One Christmas; with everyone gathered at my Grand folk's house, all the women in the family began to experience the sensation of having their rear ends pinched. However, I was the only one to hear the giggle that followed each and every pinching. To this day I still experience tapping on the shoulders, fingers running through my hair, tushie pinching and the occasional piece of furniture moving in front of me.

THE MEAN SPIRIT

(Julie)

Probably one of the scariest things I ever experienced was at my friend's house. She and her husband had recently separated and she was living at her parent's house with her twin daughters. One particularly cold and stormy winter night; while her parents were away, we had just put the twins down to sleep. We then settled down in the tv room to watch a movie. Well, the movie we rented was awful, so we shut it off and started talking. She was telling me that when she was younger, she was always afraid of going in to the guest room by herself. She always felt like someone was watching her….and not in a good way. As we were talking, the temperature in the room started to drop and I was getting the feeling that we were not alone. My friend asked if I would go check on the girls while she went to get us some drinks and snacks. As I walked up the stairs, I started feeling very nervous. I got to the top of the stairs and turned just as I turned the corner to go into the guest room; where the girls were sleeping….all of a sudden I felt myself get shoved very violently. I barely had time to react! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man in a school janitor's uniform, with coveralls and the school logo on them. He walked into the guest room and closed the door. I tried desperately to get the door open….my friend heard me struggling. As she reached the top of the stairs, the door opened and the girls were still fast asleep. Not wanting to scare her, I didn't tell her about getting shoved. We settled down into the living room and no sooner than we sat down, we heard a huge crash in the closet right outside to living room door. We got up and opened the door and found that the hanging bar and shelf had fallen down. We cleaned it up and decided maybe we should go to bed. I woke up at 2:27 a.m. to the sound of heavy footsteps outside the door. I tried to ignore them, but they kept getting louder and louder. Finally I said out loud "Alright!! I get it. You're here too. Please just let me sleep in peace and leave everyone here alone!" After that, everything went quiet. I thought everything was going to be fine until I noticed that the bathroom light was switching on and off. In a last ditch effort, I started to recite the Lord's Prayer. The light stopped flickering and the air actually felt lighter. I went to sleep thinking that everything was over and for the vast majority it was. Until we discovered one last surprise this spirit had left us. In the kitchen, every last cupboard was open and all the dishes were turned upside down!

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