True Ghost Story: Leaning Over My Bed

True Ottawa ghost stories – ghost report from Ontario, Canada sent into our website by Jessie.

Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Jessie on January 10, 2010:

“I have a girlfriend who lives in what I would consider a haunted house. No it doesnt have cobwebs or an organ that plays at all hours of the night, but some pretty interesting things have happened there, and I’d like to share some with you.

One night I was over and Tracy, her husband Al and I were watching movies and playing a few games. When it came time to hit the hay, I wandered downstairs to the guest room which is in the basement next to the laundry room. I was spending the night to help Tracy get ready for a hen party she was hosting the next day. I’ve never been a huge fan of the dark so it took me a little while to fall asleep. But at some point I must have drifted off, because I awoke to the sound of the tap running and someone drinking from it. I sat up and saw no one. I shrugged it off and went back to sleep. I woke up a little while later to Al leaning over my bed, wearing a white shirt and dark coloured pants. I blinked and asked what was up, and he went around the room rummaging through some stuff, never answering me. Then he turned to the stairs and walked up them, but I heard no footsteps. I was pretty freaked out by then, but decided that I must have been half asleep and just didn’t hear him go up the stairs.

The next morning I heard Al getting ready for work, so I decide to go ask him what he was looking for during the night. He said he never came downstairs and that he was wearing light blue pyjamas that night. I was totally freaked out by now. But shrugged it off as a dream.

During the party some of Al’s family were over and they pulled out family pictures. Tracy showed me one of Al’s dad, who is now deceased, and baby Al. I was shocked by the photo, there was a man, identical to Al, but wearing a white shirt and black pants! I gasped and showed it to Tracy. To this day we are convinced that it was his dad wondering who I was and what I was doing there.

Another night Tracy had me over while Al was away and we shared her room upstairs. we were just chatting when we heard a loud PING noise from the closet. we looked at each other then the closet, and listened. Nothing happened. Then throughout the night it happened again. Then again. And again. After a while it just got annoying so I said “could you cut it out please?” and it stopped. Many other things have happened in that house, but she still live there. I visit, but try not to spend the night unless I have to.”

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