Location: Cambridge, Ontario, Canada
The following report was sent into our website by Trish on June 18, 2012:
“It was about 10pm and I had put my infant son down for bed hours before. He was a couple months old. I was having a well deserved bath when I heard a clicking noise. I looked and the door handle was turning but not all the way. It was an old-fashioned knob so it had a distinct sound. After about 40 seconds it stopped. Still frozen in fear, I then heard the door to the apartment open and heavy foot steps on the hard wood floor. After a few minutes I got out of the tub, opened the washroom door and looked out. The apartment door was still locked and no one was there. My son was still asleep and I was standing in the hall alone.
I later found out that the place I lived at was built over 100 years ago. The front was the old newspaper office and the back, where I lived, was a funeral home. And the car port was where the coffins were hand-made. Weird..”