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Toronto Ghosts: ‘Under The Bed’

February 12, 2006 · by ColdSpot.org

The following report was sent into our website by Hildegardt on Feb 12, 2006:

“The first room I rented after immigrating to Canada from Germany. I forgot the address, but it was in the vicinity of St.Clair and Keele and a bit east from there.

After living for a very short time in this room, I came home one night really tired. Just as I went to bed, the moment I turned off the light, I heard all the books and magazines (that were on top of a small bookshelf) falling over and sliding down onto the floor. The sound could not have been mistaken for anything else. Lying in bed in the darkness, the following thoughts went through my mind; “should I get up to pick up everything and straighten out the bookshelf now, or should I do it in the morning before going to work.” As tired as I was, I decided to do it now, because in the mornings I was always in a hurry to get out, to be at work on time. As I turned on the light and looked at the bookshelf, I could hardly believe my eyes. There was not one book or magazine out of place. I pondered what I could have heard. Finally I put it down to any strange noise that I misinterpreted.

Wanting to go to sleep, I turned off the light again. All of a sudden there was a noise as if someone jumped from the window down right in front of my bed. My heart almost stopped. I knew the window was locked. I jumped—pulled the chain on the light which was mounted on the wall above the headboard. Again, everything appeared normal. My heart was still racing. I lied there for a while, before I turned the light off again.

Then I heard the scariest sound of all. It sounded as if someone shuffled under my bed from one side to the other. I was laying there frozen. Afraid to move and afraid to breathe my, heart almost jumping out of my throat. I realized that I had to take a breath, as I did I jumped, pulled the chain on the light. Again— no more noise. Now I wondered if there was really somebody under my bed. It took awhile to built up my courage to get out of my bed and check underneath. There was nothing. I decided to check every corner of my room, the closet, the shelves etc. after establishing the fact that there were absolutely no physical signs of any kind which I could connect with the sounds, I became very curious . I went to bed that night with the lights left ON. Now I started experimenting. I was determined to find out what all this was about. I found out that whenever the light was off and the room was in darkness, the sound would appear. With the lights on, there was silence.

I felt that I wanted to talk with someone about these occurrences, but being afraid that they might think I had gone mad, I kept quiet. I hung in for two more weeks, when I notices a very uneasy feeling. Finally I talked with one of my co-workers (Maria) about it. Asking her, please don’t laugh or tell me that I am crazy, for what I am about to tell you. She promised and kept her promise, but she was extremely shocked as she listened. She said that something very bad must have happened in that room, and that some of those spirits could be very dangerous. I didn’t really want to believe it, but she made me promise that I would do what she suggested to find out if they were dangerous spirits or not.

She went to her church in her lunch hour to get a small bottle of Holy Water. Instructing me to sprinkle the Holy Water into the three areas where the noises came from—turn the lights off —and go to bed. She said I there would be silence in the dark, the spirits would be evil and were fleeing from the Holy Water, and I should be moving out of that room as fast as possible. Which I did.”

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True Ghost Story: Under The Bed

February 12, 2006 · by Michelle McKay

Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Hildegardt on Feb 12, 2006:

“The first room I rented after immigrating to Canada from Germany. I forgot the address, but it was in the vicinity of St.Clair and Keele and a bit east from there.

After living for a very short time in this room, I came home one night really tired. Just as I went to bed, the moment I turned off the light, I heard all the books and magazines (that were on top of a small bookshelf) falling over and sliding down onto the floor. The sound could not have been mistaken for anything else. Lying in bed in the darkness, the following thoughts went through my mind; “should I get up to pick up everything and straighten out the bookshelf now, or should I do it in the morning before going to work.” As tired as I was, I decided to do it now, because in the mornings I was always in a hurry to get out, to be at work on time. As I turned on the light and looked at the bookshelf, I could hardly believe my eyes. There was not one book or magazine out of place. I pondered what I could have heard. Finally I put it down to any strange noise that I misinterpreted.

Wanting to go to sleep, I turned off the light again. All of a sudden there was a noise as if someone jumped from the window down right in front of my bed. My heart almost stopped. I knew the window was locked. I jumped—pulled the chain on the light which was mounted on the wall above the headboard. Again, everything appeared normal. My heart was still racing. I lied there for a while, before I turned the light off again.

Then I heard the scariest sound of all. It sounded as if someone shuffled under my bed from one side to the other. I was laying there frozen. Afraid to move and afraid to breathe my, heart almost jumping out of my throat. I realized that I had to take a breath, as I did I jumped, pulled the chain on the light. Again— no more noise. Now I wondered if there was really somebody under my bed. It took awhile to built up my courage to get out of my bed and check underneath. There was nothing. I decided to check every corner of my room, the closet, the shelves etc. after establishing the fact that there were absolutely no physical signs of any kind which I could connect with the sounds, I became very curious . I went to bed that night with the lights left ON. Now I started experimenting. I was determined to find out what all this was about. I found out that whenever the light was off and the room was in darkness, the sound would appear. With the lights on, there was silence.

I felt that I wanted to talk with someone about these occurrences, but being afraid that they might think I had gone mad, I kept quiet. I hung in for two more weeks, when I notices a very uneasy feeling. Finally I talked with one of my co-workers (Maria) about it. Asking her, please don’t laugh or tell me that I am crazy, for what I am about to tell you. She promised and kept her promise, but she was extremely shocked as she listened. She said that something very bad must have happened in that room, and that some of those spirits could be very dangerous. I didn’t really want to believe it, but she made me promise that I would do what she suggested to find out if they were dangerous spirits or not.

She went to her church in her lunch hour to get a small bottle of Holy Water. Instructing me to sprinkle the Holy Water into the three areas where the noises came from—turn the lights off —and go to bed. She said I there would be silence in the dark, the spirits would be evil and were fleeing from the Holy Water, and I should be moving out of that room as fast as possible. Which I did.”

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True Ghost Story: At The Corner of Her Bed

February 10, 2006 · by Michelle McKay

Location: Kitchener, Waterloo, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Rachel on Feb 10, 2006:

“The experience happened to my sister, and I am going to relate to you what she told me. She was 10 at the time, and I was 13. We were visiting my mom’s aunt and uncle, who had a farmhouse in old Mennonite country. When we arrived there, we were really creeped out, because they had headstones lining the border of their front lawn, which were eerily illuminated by our headlights as we arrived there at night. The next day (in broad daylight, of course) my sister and I examined the headstones. They were from the 19th century, many for children who had died young. It was kind of disturbing. When we asked my mom’s aunt about the tombstones, she explained they had moved them and the cemetery was in the front yard. Ew.

Our second night in their home, my sister and I were moved to the old master bedroom where we slept that night. When I awoke in the morning, my sister was a little upset. She told me that she had awakened in the middle of the night on her back (she never sleeps on her back) with her toes pointed toward an old rocking chair in the corner. She looked straignt ahead of her where at the corner of the bed, a woman in 19th century dress was staring at her. She immediately pulled the covers over her head and tried everything to wake me up, including shaking and pinching me. I am a light sleeper, so it’s really funny that I did not wake up. She swears (and she is not the kind of person that has an overactive imagination) that this happened.

Practically sitting on a cemetery, I’m not surprised we saw something. With children having died there, maybe it was a mother who could not rest because of her angst over her lost children. Who knows. Interesting to speculate why she appeared to my sister.”

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True Ghost Story: He Doesn’t Like Dogs

February 10, 2006 · by Michelle McKay

Location: St.Pauls, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Heather on Feb 10, 2006:

“This is actually a story of two different occurances. When I was about 2 years old we moved in a house in St.Pauls, close to Stratford. I was sitting in a room and my mom came in and asked what I was looking at (I was looking at a chair in the corner of the room) I told her “the man in the corner” and she looked and me and said “what man?” and I just said the same thing again! It scared my mom cause she didn’t see anything there.

My next story is about my mom. One night when she was laying in bed she heard slamming of doors downstairs and then someone running up the stairs, but when they got to where the room was the noise stopped and she didn’t see anyone. It really scared her because right then she thought it was a ghost considering our house was over 100 years old when we bought it!

We were talking to my cousin about it and she was saying she talks to ghosts and one day when she was over for a family gathering and it was all over she let the ghost that lived in our house come along for the ride and she talked with him the whole way home. He had told her that he was mad when we moved in because we had a dog and he didn’t like dogs. Later on I was told he moved into the garage to get away from the dog.

Since then we have had different things happen cold spot and creaking and my cat and dog always bark or meow or hiss at things that aren’t there. We would really like to find more history on our house and see if anything interesting happened there.”

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True Ghost Story: Haunted Basement

January 27, 2006 · by Michelle McKay

Location: Edmonton, Alberta, Canada

The following report was sent into our website on Jan 27, 2006:

“When I was young (about 7-10), my family and a bunch of our family friends would have a party a couple times a year at this one house. The people who held the parties had a son who was about 16 at the time, and who was friends with my brother who was a year younger than him. Another family who always came had two sons, one the same age as my brothers and one about my age. Well anyways, every time there was one of these parties all of us kids would just go and hang out in the basement. In the basement there was a shower where supposedly a previous owner died in from a heart attack. Everytime we were over there something would break, maybe a glass or, a picture frame or vase etc.. Sure it could have been just a coincidence but hey it was every single time, and this was going on a couple times a year for a long time. Also the TV that we would watch would just turn off at random times, while the controller laid untouched on a table away from everyone. When we tried to turn it back on (either with the remote or by pushing the button) it would stay off, and we would wait like a minute or two and then it would turn back on. Than after this if it didn’t just go back to normal, the tv would just randomly change channels, and when we tried to change it back with the remote the remote wouldn’t work. This whole routine with the TV would happen often, although maybe not every time.

Well that didn’t really freak us out too bad, we just sort of shrugged it off after things happened. But the one thing that freaked us out (especially me) the most was one night while we were watching a movie in the dark, all of a sudden there was a loud shattering of glass noise. We turned on the lights to find a glass on the floor shattered. The creepy thing is that, the glass was sitting in the middle of a table far from legs reach of any of us in the basement so none of us could have knocked it off. Also the table was fairly low to the ground, and the basement was carpeted, so i can’t see how the glass could have shattered by falling off the table (despite the fact that it was in the middle and the table was far from any of us reaching it). Well after that happened i didn’t go there too much as I was quite young and easily scared, and eventually i just stopped going too these parties as I got older.”

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True Ghost Story: Downstairs Then Upstairs

October 26, 2005 · by Michelle McKay

Location: Brampton, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website on Oct 26, 2005:

“We lived in the basement apartment of this house and had some haunting experience there before we moved to the upstairs apartment and had more experiences. In the basement apartment, the tv went off without no one being near the remote. And the dead light bulb in the bathroom came back on (it was a dead one when we moved in).

Upstairs apartment, a picture that was sitting on our tv fell forward as if it were pushed and fell to the floor. No one was near the tv at this time. We feel as though something is here but that it’s not harmful.”

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