Location: Harbour Grace, Newfoundland, Canada
The following report was sent into our website by Emilia on Sept 9, 2012:
“I remember when I was younger, when I still lived with my mother, I always used to see these things in my house. But the thing is, when it did happen I was always alone. I’ll tell you this much, they were not friendly what so ever, and I was always scared of being home alone.
I remember when I was about ten years old. And, of course, I was home alone at the time. I was in my living room watching TV. And all of a sudden I hear footsteps coming down the hall. At first I thought that maybe one of my brothers came in the house from the back door, but sadly I was wrong, very wrong. I called out both their names and I got no reply, I still heard only the footsteps. So I thought they were going to try to prank me, so I got up to look down the hall. No one was there. I shook my head and convinced myself I was just hearing things. So I went back and sat down on the couch.
Not even five minutes later I hear the footsteps again. This time I started getting scared. So, of course, I went back into the hall. This time I did see something. It was a man, like a grown man, standing in the middle of the hall. He was wearing a suit that was light brown, but he looked like he was from a different time. I just kept staring at him and when he finally looked at me I felt so much anger and hatred that I froze. And I guess the man liked that I was scared, cause he smiled. It wasn’t a nice smile either.
I looked away but when I look back there’s another man wearing the same suit as the first. I felt the same anger and hatred in him also. I was still frozen in place. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t run. I couldn’t move at all, I just stayed there and stared at these men.
They started walking towards me and of course I tried again to run, but they got to me first. They became aggressive towards me and I didn’t know why. I didn’t know what I did wrong. One of them tilted their head and gave that smile again. He reached out and grabbed me. Like he felt rea. He had the neck of my shirt, but when I tried to push him away my hands went right through his body. I started to scream. The man lifted me up off the ground and threw me at least five feet away from him. I hit the ground hard but I didn’t even want to move. I was still too scared, but when I looked up they were gone.
This happened for quite a few months leading up to my fourteenth birthday. But the sad thing is, absolutely no one believed me. So I was alone to fight this hell, over and over. To this day I don’t know why they were aggressive, but once I left Newfoundland and came too Ontario those men stayed where they were and I haven’t had problems since.”
