Townline Rd Ghost Train — Haunted Cambridge Database

Cambridge ghosts haunted paranormal Ontario Canada

Location: Cambridge, Ontario, Canada
Type: road
Built: n/a

Ghost report by Marisa on February 12, 2015:

“In 2004, my husband and I were traveling south bound on Townline Rd. Approximately 2000 feet before we got to the end of the road I saw something that still to this day gives me a chill.

What I saw was a train crossing the road, which made no sense since there isn’t any tracks there. I could actually see what looked like people sitting in seats facing each other. Not only did I witness people, but there was a light on in the train that flickered as it went by us quickly.

I was so shocked at what I saw that I was speechless. I debated whether I should mention what I saw to my husband. Why did he not say anything to me about it I wondered. I have to say something even though I know he will think I am crazy.

We are now at the T intersection when I turn to him and say “I just seen something really strange that you won’t believe and think I am nuts”. He cuts me off and says “What, the train that crossed the road?” I replied “Yes…oh my god you saw it, thank god you saw it. Did you see”… again he cuts me off and finishes the story exactly the way I saw it.

We talked about it all the way home, and we both tossed and turned all night. We decided never to tell anyone about this for fear they would think we were crazy.

Oh my god! Did we see a ghost train traveling in another dimension?”

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True Ghost Story: I Couldn’t Move!

Location: Cambridge, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Kelsey on February 20, 2014:

“When I was thirteen I used to get this reoccurring nightmare. It starts out with me waking up in my bed and I would look over at my clock and it would always say 3:00am.

The first few nights it repeated the same way: me waking up and checking my clock. After this repeated itself several times I started to see a figure reflected in the face of the clock. Each night the figure started to move closer and closer until one night I was waking up from my dream, but I couldn’t move! My eyes started to flutter with the strain of trying to open. I tried to scream for my mom but nothing but gurgles came out of my mouth. I thought she couldn’t have possibly have heard me but she shortly ran into my room and shook me till I noticed that I could move.

I was so scared I started bawling my eyes when my mom asked who was in my room. I had no idea what she meant since I was pretty sure I just had a nightmare. But she swore that when she was in the hallway she saw a figure sitting on my chest. And that when she got into the room the figure had disappeared. When I really thought about it, it had felt as if someone was sitting on my chest.

From that night on I started sleeping with my mom, and I didn’t start sleeping on my own again until we moved from that house. The nightmares have stopped but I still freak out anytime I’m awake at 3.”

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True Ghost Story: Ghost Walks Into Apartment

Location: Cambridge, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Trish on June 18, 2012:

“It was about 10pm and I had put my infant son down for bed hours before. He was a couple months old. I was having a well deserved bath when I heard a clicking noise. I looked and the door handle was turning but not all the way. It was an old-fashioned knob so it had a distinct sound. After about 40 seconds it stopped. Still frozen in fear, I then heard the door to the apartment open and heavy foot steps on the hard wood floor. After a few minutes I got out of the tub, opened the washroom door and looked out. The apartment door was still locked and no one was there. My son was still asleep and I was standing in the hall alone.

I later found out that the place I lived at was built over 100 years ago. The front was the old newspaper office and the back, where I lived, was a funeral home. And the car port was where the coffins were hand-made. Weird..”

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