The following report was sent into our website by Dylan on June 27, 2014:
“This is kind of a continuation from my last story (located here).
I had lived with my mom in what I believed was a haunted home for the past 4 years, hearing voices being physically assaulted, you name it. When she finally sold the home I moved in with my father who had ironically also just bought a new home.
This one was even older. His new home was a single house from the 1950’s, very old looking. It was a nice place though and I didn’t think much of it. I just wanted out of the creepy place in South Keys (Ottawa). I had been coming here on the weekends for the past couple months anyway and hadn’t experienced anything so I was pretty content with moving there. It only took a few weeks until I started feeling creeped out. The feeling was back, that feeling as if someone is right over your shoulder watching your every move, analyzing you.
There were a few extremely strange events which unfolded at this home. I had a friend over once, when I was like 16 years old and we were getting ready to go meet up with some other friends. I was upstairs and she was in the living room. All I remember is her saying “What was that Dylan?” to which I came running
down the stairs saying “what?”. I hadn’t said a word. Other than being creeped out, nothing too noticeable happened until a while later.
At this point, I was about 20 years old and was working a full-time job while paying my dad some cash to help him out with groceries and what not. I’m pretty routine, I would usually come home at around 5pm, make myself some food, go into my room watch something while I ate then spent the rest of the night playing video games. This one particular night, I had been doing the usual, just had finished eating my dinner and was just sitting in my computer chair watching something on YouTube. I should probably mention, when we had moved into the home, it was remodeled in a way that would benefit someone with a walking disability, possibly an elderly person on their deathbed. There was a makeshift bathroom built into the kitchen on the main floor leading me to believe that this person who had the disability was staying in the one bedroom on that main floor, my current bedroom. The way the room was laid out was you walked in and directly in front of you you would see my computer desk, to the right of that was my bed and parallel from the bed was the huge walk in closet, which always freaked me out.
This particular evening, I was sitting in the chair, watching videos as I said earlier, and I just felt this sudden urge to look behind me as if I had sensed some presence there. To my horror, all I recall is seeing my black leather belt (which I had thrown on the floor in front of the closet) hovering strangely off the floor as if it was being picked up. Weirdest part is, the rest is a complete blackout. I have absolutely no idea how I reacted to it, and I have no idea what I did for the rest of that night.
Since these two homes I have lived in 4 different places, in none of these locations have I experienced paranormal events.”