A Real Ghost Story
Not everyone believes in haunted houses, ghosts, or other paranormal activity. In college, I once rented a home with two of my friends. It was an older home on the edge of campus. We weren’t allowed in the upstairs because the owner still had some belongings there. The house next door was occupied by an elderly woman who tinkered around her backyard garden a lot.
We had heard someone had died in the house and that it was haunted. We also heard that sometimes you could see a face in the upstairs window. I never saw the face although I did crack open the door at the top of the stairs once to take a peek. There were boxes, some lamps, a chair … nothing of great interest.
I went to bed after my roommates one night and as usual the room wasn’t quite dark because of the streetlight outside. My eyes were growing heavy but I wasn’t yet asleep when I saw my door swing open. Though I couldn’t see anyone, I heard footsteps walking toward me. They stopped at my bed, but I couldn’t see anyone. My heart was pounding when I heard the “person” turn and walk back toward the door. I watched as the door slowly swung closed and then leaped out of bed. I ran to the rooms next to mine and both roommates were sleeping soundly. Eventually I dozed off, but it was an eerie night.
Several weeks later I saw our neighbor in her garden. I went out to say hello and asked her if it was true that someone died in the home. What the long-time resident said scared me, “Yes. A woman was killed by her husband after he came home from drinking.” “Oh no! How sad!” I replied. She added, “In fact, she died in that corner” and she pointed.
I followed her finger and it was aimed directly to where my bed was located. When I went back inside, I rearranged my room and never had any more night time visitors.
I don’t think I’d want to own a haunted house, but if you’re someone who would like one, there are many to be found online. In Meaford, near Toronto, Ontario, here’s a house for sale that should be of great interest to people who love ghost-hunting.
The boys were ill at ease and refused to enter certain rooms. One said he woke to a feeling that he was being choked.
“We chalked it up to the children having vivid imaginations and talked to them at length about the inappropriate nature of their stories,” she says.
Things began to escalate: appliances and lights turned themselves on and off, things went missing and turned up in strange places. While they slept, a plaster column in the kitchen smashed as if hit by a baseball bat, and also while they slept, their phones called people.
May the buyer beware.




