Location: Penticton, British Columbia, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Shane on Dec 15, 2011:

“When I was 22 years old my girl friend and i moved into a house on Green Ave in Penticton B.C, It was an older town house built quite some time ago and when we first moved in everything was perfect, we felt really at home. It was our first place together that wasn’t a tiny basement suite. My girlfriend at the time had just given birth to our beautiful daughter, so everything seemed perfect to us.

A few days into living there things got pretty uncomfortable. Temperature was the first big thing we noticed, we could never ever get a comfortable temperature. After a couple weeks it started to get a little out of control. It was summer time and our house was always cold so we actually had to have our heat on. A couple more weeks went by and we noticed the temperature getting back to normal. Now this can probably have something to do with it being the beginning of summer and the house hadn’t been lived in for a while before we moved in, so thats explainable.

The things that aren’t explainable are what started happening after the temperature. Loud sounds from upstairs, and I’m not talking about a tiny thud or foot steps. It seriously sounded like someone having a temper tantrum banging on the floor above us. I of course was always sent to investigate and always found nothing. But what was really weird was that everytime I would go upstairs I always felt like something was walking behind me. So I, at 22 yrs old, would close my eyes and run like a little girl upstairs to wherever I had to go.

Every time I would go to bed and walk up those stairs with my newborn daughter over my shoulder, she would wake up out of a dead sleep and try so hard to lift her head. Almost as if she sensed or seen someone behind us too. This always creeped me out.

After living in the house for a while I ended up finding out some of the history of the house. It turns out 2 of my friends had actually lived in this house before me (neighbors talked, didnt really like my friends). So I called one of my friends who had lived there previously and asked him why he had moved out. He said “dude haven’t you noticed the little boy playing on the stairs?” I was like “are you kidding me?” . He said “no, the little boy that hung himself”. I thought he was full of it, so I kinda laughed it off. But after that conversation everything kinda started to make sense. The temper tantrum upstairs, the eery feeling going up the stairs…

So I’m outside smoking with one of the neighbors and mention what my friend had said to me. She said “yeah there was a 10 yr old boy who lived in a place just down the road who used to always play with the little girl who lived in your house. He ended up hanging himself because his dad used to beat him all the time. He hides under the stairs.”

So of course I went to go look under the stairs and there is a pile of my kids toys under the stairs that neither me or my girlfriend put there. We moved out the next month.”

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