Penetanguishene Ghosts: Mommy, Mommy

Location: Penetanguishene, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Kelsey on August 25, 2009:

“After looking at many houses, my mom finally decided on a house to buy. I was six at the time of our move. Shortly after moving into this 150+ year old house, my mom was sitting in our living room reading, before she was going to head to bed. From the floor above she heard a little girls voice calling “Mommy, Mommy..” She ventured upstairs to make sure I was okay. Once she got to my bedroom she found that I was fast asleep. This happened almost every night, and still continues to happen very often.

As I grew up I witnessed different things. At the age of about 8-9 years old, I heard glasses clinking and a group of middle-aged men talking in our kitchen. I went downstairs, thinking that my dad had friends over. Once I got to the kitchen, it was completely empty and the lights were all off.

Once I was inside the house by myself, I sat at one end of my hallway where my computer was located. The top of the stairs came up to the opposite end of the hallway I was sitting at. While I was checking e-mails, I heard footsteps come up the stairs. Thinking it was my mom, I called to her. When there was no answer I walked to the staircase and looked down. No one was there, but the steps continued.

Over the years, I’ve seen a young girl about the age of 7-8 standing at the top of the stairs. She wears a bluish-gray dress, with a lacy shirt underneath. It comes around her neck slightly. She either wears her hair partially tied up with a bow or in braids. I’ve asked my mom about this apparition and we both describe her the same way. I’ve also seen a man standing in our laundry room in the basement, and my grandfather in this house. The spirits tend to play pranks on people in the house, because we would find flower pots moved around, glasses taken out of the cupboard. Once we even woke up in the morning to find a broken glass in the living room (adjoining the kitchen), when we looked in the garbage bin in the kitchen another glass was smashed and wrapped up in a towel. There are countless other stories, that would take too long to type, but those are some that stand out in my mind the most. Despite hearing voices, footsteps and seeing apparitions, it continues to be a home that is staying warm in my heart and my mom’s. I’m sure we will continue to witness things to happen in this strange household, but it’s all part of the charm of the house.”

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