Location: Port Colborne, Ontario, Canada
The following report was sent into our website by Renee on July 23, 2014:
“It was late spring 2013. I was driving down by the canal in Port Colborne at roughly 1:30 am after working a late shift. The canal was one of the few spots that gave me peace of mind and ease while living in a small, behind-the-times town I steadily grew to hate. (I have since relocated).
I parked my car, got out and took a short stroll by the canal side.I lit a cigarette, and leaned against the railing as I looked out on to the water and took a long contemplative drag. I stood there for a few minutes, smoking and zoning out. I saw movement out of the corner of my right eye, and turned my head to get a better look.
I saw a person in black walking slowly along the canalside with sadness and reflectiveness in their posture. The hair was long and dark (about 6 inches past the shoulders). I could not tell if they were male or female. They looked at me. I looked back and said hi. They nodded and began to approach me. I watched the person warily and tried to make out their features. It became clear it was a young male (late teens-early twenties). He gazed at me with a kind, non-threatening look on his face. Still something about him seemed odd and eerie. He said “Evening, Miss. Can you tell me how I can get to Barrick Road? I need to find Barrick Road.” I paused and thought about how strange it was that he was out so late and apparently didn’t seem too worried about being lost. I asked him what he was doing out so late, and if he lived on Barrick Road. He smiled adventurously and replied “Hey lady, you’re out late too, you know?” I tried to shake off the weird vibe I was getting and gave him the quickest route I could think of, then bid him good night. He thanked me, gave me a long smile and then turned and left.
I watched him walk away for a few seconds, then looked back at the water. I felt a strange chill run from my shoulder blades down to my ankles and turned abruptly back around.The young man was nowhere in sight. Genuinely freaked, I bolted for my car, hastily got in and drove away. I felt more strange chills on my back, and the odd sensation of what could only be described as a tongue sliding up and down the sole of my right foot as I tried to focus on my quickest route home.
I got home, ran inside and locked my doors. After I calmed down with some relaxing music and hot tea, I could not shake the feeling that something was beckoning me. I tried to understand the magnetic pull that was starting to form itself around me.To my horror, I heard the voice of the man from the canal again. This time he seemed troubled. All I could make out was “Where is she?” and later “I don’t see her” I addressed him loudly,” Young man, I don’t know who you are or what you want but you need to leave me alone RIGHT NOW”. I felt a soft wind blow through my hair and seconds later heard the faint response “I’m sorry” The air soon felt clear and I slowly regained a sense of peace.
I left the lights on and stayed up all night until eventually sleep found me on my recliner while I was watching a movie around sunrise. I was tired and disturbed throughout the following day. As night fell, the sense of beckoning returned, and I felt compelled to drive down to Barrick Road to see if I could discover anything. I could feel a strong force attracting me towards Barrick Road as I got closer. When I turned on to the road the sensation intensified. I kept driving until I suddenly saw the man, this time he was translucent. He was standing quite still by a fence outside of a white house next to a small field.
I kept my engine on, rolled down my window, and called out to him. He looked back at me with a haunting sadness in his face, and said softly, but audibly “She isn’t here” I asked him who he was looking for. He did not answer, but instead said “I guess that’s it, she’s gone.I’ll never see her again…I have to go now” He turned and walked away. I called out to him to wait, but he ignored me and slowly faded into the night.
I sat in the car for a few minutes to gather my thoughts, and then drove home. Once again the air was clear.I never saw or sensed the young man again.”
UPDATE: We have had a similar report in the area here. However, please be aware that this could possibly be a hoax: both stories sent to us indicated a different email address and name, however, they both came from the SAME IP address and are both written in the SAME way with similar descriptive words etc…
Michelle McKay Paranormal 