Location: Kitchener, Ontario, Canada
The following report was sent into our website by Abby on July 13, 2012:
“My mom and my aunts always talked about their old house on Irving street in Kitchener. They would tell me all these weird stories about scratching and knocking on a door that was boarded up on the other side, footsteps, and things getting moved or pushed. Needless to say, they moved out after a few years. But I’m thinking, do you think they can remember people? Because I was walking down that street and I could feel my chest get tighter, and I heard my mother’s name. Other then the fact I am a lot darker then her, I do resemble her a lot. I never really believed their stories till I heard someone call me my mom’s name.”
