The following report was sent into our website by Charles on Aug 18, 2012:
“Please note: All of this is a true story which at some parts, may seem exaggerated or taken from a film or story but is being written from a very clear and terrifying memory of mine from years ago. None of this was tweaked or made up. And it isn’t some story for entertainment; this is real.
My family and I were looking around Toronto for a new environment to live in and came across a group of town-houses. The neighborhood didn’t exactly look the safest place for kids to live, but it was in our price range. We took a tour of one of the town-houses and all agreed that it gave us the creeps, what with our instantly sweaty hands and feelings of nausea. All, except my dad. Thinking it was worth a shot, my dad ignored our protests and signed the papers.
After unpacking and picking our rooms, my sister and I wanted to head to bed. At the time, we both shared a room and slept in a bunk bed. I had the top and she, the bottom.
It was around 1 in the morning when I woke up with a chill and looked around the room. I noticed our door was wide open and not remembering if we had previously closed it, I tried forcing myself to go back to bed.
With no luck, I just laid there staring at the ceiling when I suddenly felt that I was being watched. Too scared to move, I kept my head firmly on my pillow and looked around the room in the corners of my eyes. I didn’t see anything, so with more confidence, I picked my head up and stared down at the foot of the bed where my legs felt numb/paralyzed.
In that moment, I felt numbness take over my entire body as I started to profusely sweat and grow nauseated. I will never forget exactly how I felt at that moment because I couldn’t move, making me stare directly at the unmoving object not even 3″ away from my body.
What I saw, and remember clearly, appeared to be a young woman standing about 6 feet tall in what looked like a nightgown, clutching the bars of the bed near my feet, staring back at me. Her face held no emotion. She simply stared.
That was the first time I have ever encountered anything, and because I was only 9 years old, I did what any child would do. I quickly grabbed my blanket which, because we just moved in, happened to be a mattress sheet, and shoved it over my head and started to cry.
I don’t know how long I waited under there, but after I calmed down I slowly pulled it off and peeked out to see if she was gone. Feeling more relaxed, I dropped my head on the pillow. I didn’t want to believe the woman I saw was still in the room with me, but I noticed the nauseous feeling I had did not go away.
I just wanted to go to sleep, so I closed my eyes and turned my head on its right side. Without opening my eyes, I felt my hands start to sweat when I suddenly turned cold. I didn’t know what was going on, so I opened my eyes and came face to face with this woman.
Instead of being at the foot of the bed like she was before, she was standing right in front of me, still clutching the bars.
Again, I started crying and hid under the covers.
After about 5-10 minutes, I came back out and she was gone. I looked all around the room to see if she was yet again somewhere else in my room, which she was not.
I then pretty much believed I would not sleep that night and stared back at the ceiling when I noticed a white figure standing in my parents’ room across from mine (their door was opened also). I couldn’t
believe what I was seeing.
The figure that was towering over my parents’ bed, staring at them, was the woman. I felt paralyzed, I couldn’t move and couldn’t talk. I kept looking at this figure in a state of shock and fright.
Finally, I was able to move and started shaking. I managed to blink, and when I reopened my eyes, I saw her not in my parents’ room anymore, but standing in the hallway staring into my older brother’s room where he, no doubt, was still awake and unknowing of the woman overlooking his room.
Finally, after crying the third time, I decided I didn’t want to sleep on the top bunk where I feared she would pay me another visit, so I raided the bottom bunk with my younger sister. After laying awake for about 30 minutes, I managed to fall asleep.
I woke up late the next morning and had to face many questions from my sister as to why I was crying when I woke her up in the middle of the night. And finally decided I would tell her about my experience. Her face turned pale and she advised me to tell my parents.
I needed everyone to know so I got everyone to meet in my parents’ room. After telling them, my parents got into a fight because we warned my dad that something about that place didn’t sit right in our stomachs.
My dad had felt bad for “traumatizing” me by moving into the house so he decided he would sleep in my room and see what happens. My dad is quite religious in a way, so he believed that the night he stayed in my room, he would not find anything, and true to his word nothing happened.
My mother is a very strong believer in this kind of spiritual stuff, so she wanted to investigate a bit. After hearing what happened with me, she asked me to describe the woman I saw, (which consisted of her features like hair, facial expression, etc.) and asked around the neighbourhood of anything tragic happening in the house in past years.
She found an elderly couple living a few houses down and asked them if anything had happened in our town-house. What she heard still chills me to this day.
There was a family that lived in a house and they had a daughter. She had a growth hormone deficiency which made her appear to be in her teens (like I thought she was) when in fact, she was in her late 20’s.
It was unsaid why, but she has had many seizures in her life, causing her parents to be nervous about her living on her own (given that she did not have a partner). It was around midnight when she had another seizure and her parents had no clue. She didn’t survive. A description was given of her and it matched perfectly with mine.
The house she died in, was ours. The room she died in was mine.”