The following report was sent into our website by Emma on June 14, 2013:
“I’ll start with a little about my self. My name’s Emma, I’m 19 years old. I currently live in Canada, in a town outside of Toronto. I had one or two small experiences when I was about 8 or 9 in my old house in Toronto. It was nothing scary, just heard walking around and thought I saw my old pet cat a few days after she died.
About 7 years later I was at my ex-boyfriend’s house, lets just call him Jim.One day he was telling me how his house was haunted. I thought he was just messing with me so I didn’t really take him seriously. It was about 3 months into our relationship when strange things started to happen and I felt really uneasy at his house.
The first weird thing that happened was when we were in Jim’s basement watching movies. Jim ran to the store down the street and I was left there alone. I got a very uneasy feeling like i was being watched.
I stayed down in the basement by myself for maybe 15 minutes before it was too much to handle. I ran up the stairs because I felt like there was someone right behind me. The living room was big and had windows all along the front of it, so I could see the driveway and the front yard. I sat up there until Jim got home.
A few weeks later we were there watching a movie in his room. I got up to grab some drinks from the kitchen. It was at the end of a long hallway. I grabbed the drinks and started walking to his room. Then I heard what sounded like someone walking behind me. Stopping, I turned around for no reason, just thinking it was the floor boards creaking as I was walking. I’ve never been so wrong about something in my life. What I saw next scared the s*** out of me! Just a few feet behind me was a black shape. It almost looked like the silouhette of a person. It was tall and thin, but it had no feet. I stood there with my eyes locked on it. The feeling I got from it wasn’t a good one. It was a feeling of hate, like I wasn’t welcome there. Next thing I know it starts moving towards me. I dropped everything and ran as fast as I could down the hal. I could hear my feet hitting the wood floor and what sounded like something running after me. I ran into Jim’s room and leaped onto the bed. I started telling him what happened, I thought my heart was going to break thru my chest. I didn’t go back to his place for a few weeks after that but somehow I managed to build my courage and go back to his house.
I had gotten in a fight with my parents and just needed some time away from them. Jim offered to let me stay there for a few days. I had no were else to go, so I took him up on his offer. I still had the feeling of being watched and feeling uneasy, but I was ignoring it the best I could. We had ordered a pizza and were sitting in the living room, just talking. I had gone outside to have a smoke, after I was finished I joined him inside. Jim hated it when I smoked, he thought it was disgusting. We were sitting there watching TV on the sofa. I happened to look down and it looked like smoke was coming out of my clothes. At first it was only coming from my shirt, but then it started to come off of everything I was wearing. So I ran to the room and got changed, and it finally went away. As you can probably guess, I was freaked out. I had been a smoker for 2 years before that and I had never had that happen to me. Brushing it off I went back to the living room to watch the movie Jim had put on. From the corner of my eye I saw a black shape move across the ceiling. Looking up and saw it again it looked like fog/smoke about the size of a basketball. I stared at it, watching it move along the room. I looked at Jim and said”please tell me u can see that or am I just going crazy”. He looked over and saw it right away, we sat there watching it move around the room. The thing that scared me was that from time to time it would get right up in your face, just a few inches from it. You could see thru it and it looked like cigarette smoke. i didn’t get a feeling that it wanted to harm us. It didn’t feel evil like the thing i saw a few weeks before. It went away right before the pizza guy got there.
It was a few hours later. Jim was fast asleep and I woke up from my sleep and I had a panicked feeling. I sat up and looked around the room. It was dark, like unnaturally dark, couldn’t see my hand in front of my face. The weird part was that the curtains were open. It was like the street lights which normally lit up the whole room couldn’t get in. I heard what sounded like someone walking down the hall way. This is going to sound really childish but I laid back down and cover my head with the blanket. A few minutes later it sounded like someone was trying to get into his room like they were struggling with the door handle. I heard the creek of the door opening and I froze trying not to breath too loud. It sounded like someone was walking around the room and stopped at the end of the bed. Next thing I know I feel weight at the end of the bed beside my feet. Not thinking I screamed waking up Jim. I told him what happened so he ran out into the hall and looked all thru the house no one was there it was just us.
Ever since those things happened at Jim’s house it feels like something’s been following me. I’ve only lived in my house in Holland Landing for 5 years and I never felt anything strange until I went to Jim’s place. At first it would just be the same uneasy feeling, but it quickly escalated. I would start to hear my name being called when I was home alone, seeking dark shadows moving around the house, and from time to time I would find things from my room moved. I had a wall of my room covered in old photos of family and friends. I would come home and find half of the pitchers face down on the opposite side of the room, or I’d find my things all around the house.
It’s been over 2 years since we broke up, and strange things are still happening. i can hardly sleep in my room because it feels like someone’s standing beside my bed just staring.
Another interesting thing I found out from Jim’s mom was that his great grampa was a long term smoker and had died from lung cancer.
Thank You for taking the time to read this, have a great day.”