Toronto Ghosts: Punched By A Ghost

Toronto ghost

Location: Toronto (Etobicoke), Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Lorraine on January 19, 2016:

“Well gawd, where do I begin. OK, well, in 2000 my town house was built at Dun-Bloor. It was built on the old Michael Power school property on Resurrection Rd (good name for the street). Fun begins, let me tell you that house I believe ruined my marriage.

Right in front of the house is an Ontario low-income project called Mabelle Ave. My mother was relocated there and I convinced my husband to buy one of the town houses across the street so I could keep an eye on her. The house was still being built when something went terribly wrong…. My mother committed suicide in the year 2000, before my house was built.

By the time our house was built my mother was dead and I now had to live in a house that faced where she died. We were locked into a mortgage and it was out of the question for us to sell, so in 2001 we took possession.

Now for some reason I never felt alone and simply chalked it up to “my mother’s watching over me”, not so….

I would often find myself looking up at the staircase that led to the bed rooms on the second and third floor. The feeling kept growing stronger. When my husband went to work I’d stay down in the living room and stare constantly at the staircase, terrified to go up stairs until my husband came home from work.

One night my husband and I were getting ready for bed in the 3rd floor master bed suite and he layed down. I went into our bathroom to have a relaxing jacuzzi then I put on my pjs and lied down on our bed — husband in tow beside me. When all of a sudden I closed my eyes and felt something punch me in my head about 50 times from side to side. Literally I was getting boxed up both sides of my head full force. I couldn’t scream, just had to lay there and hope it would stop.

Finally when it stopped I confronted my husband and of course he was fast asleep and felt nothing. I wasn’t dreaming because I had just had a bath and just layed down. My goodness, my eyes literally just closed and this happened.

After that I was even more guarded about upstairs.

A few weeks later I was in our 3rd floor bedroom again and no sooner did I jump into bed but felt my two feet being pulled up straight. Then I felt something spin my whole body around so that my feet were now where my head was supposed to be on the pillow. My husband, who thought I was crazy, told me to go back to sleep and that I must have been dreaming.

The final straw was a few months after that. My husband was asleep and again we were upstairs in the bedroom and my lord didn’t I see a ghost of an elderly lady peeking out of my bathroom in our bedroom, not one word of a lie. She was wearing what looked to be a hospital gown, the type that is open at the back. This woman had shoulder-length grey, salt-and-pepper hair. She stood to be at least 6ft tall and had bare feet. Omg, she stood half way out of our master bathroom in our master bedroom.

I moved out of our master bedroom and stayed on the second floor in one of the bedrooms there. Still constantly having to leave my bedroom door open so I could monitor that stupid stair case I was so scared of. Needless to say, my marriage was in trouble after that.

You know what guys? After that I saw a man sitting on the end of our couch, knees held up in his arms rocking back and forth. Then I heard some deep voice say to me “heey now”. Also, separate occasion, I heard the same deep voice telling me to “stop it”. I was just loading the dish washer and I hate doing dishes any way so of course I don’t have to be told twice to stop it lol.

Bottom line, our marriage is no longer. I moved out of the house and he stayed.
Funny thing also I was reading the story about the Westmall blood and I too lived on the West Mall yet had no experiences there.

Since I left Resurrection Rd, me and my boyfriend now live in Mimico in a 3 story brown stone. And for some reason both my cats stare up at the ceiling crying or their eyes go right wide and they stare at the plain wall for hours following something. I haven’t seen anything but I did film my cat lying on the couch, and I think I captured an orb on camera. I saved it and still have it.

Mind you, I don’t feel threatened like I did when I lived in my matrimonial home on Resurrection Rd. Yet I can’t seem to shake the feeling that something followed me. Maybe it’s my dead mother who killed herself, who knows.”

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True Ghost Story: Haunted Apartment

Location: Etobicoke, OntarioCanada

The following report was sent into our website by Arnold on September 16, 2009:

“My wife and I moved to an apartment near Bloor & The West Mall in May of 1994. Let me tell you now that we loved that place and stayed for 5 1/2 years until we moved overseas in November of 1999. However, the place did have a few strange on-goings over the years which we didn’t think much of at the time but in conversations since, we discovered that strange things were happening during our stay. We never did see any ghosts or orbs or entities, but odd things happened. Our cat would at times just sit and stare at the apartment door, and meow, and meow and meow. He wasn’t meowing at passersby outside the door as there were only two apartments on each floor of the building and we could hear our neighbours coming and going if they were.

We went out to the Pickering Flea Market one Sunday, and upon our return home, there was the super of the building who lived below us, asking me “What did you do that for?”. I said “What are you talking about?”. He then explained to us that after we left he heard a loud bang in our apartment, and then heard the cat wailing uncontrollably. Being the super, he had keys to the apartment and let himself in to investigate. Once inside, he realized that the cat was locked in the bathroom, with the hot water in the tub going full blast. The wind easily could have blown the door shut (mind you, I don’t remember a wind that day), but what explains the hot water?

In the third year of our stay there, my wife and I were blessed with twin baby boys. 20 months later, my father died in hospital in Scarborough. The boys were 20 months old, we didn’t tell them that he died, figuring toddlers would not understand death anyhow. Now my wife had told me what was happening in the days after he died, but I just figured she was exaggerating again. But then I witnessed it myself. She would get up earlier for work, and I would stay to take them to daycare and then go to my own job. One particular morning, days after my dad’s death – – I could hear them saying “Hi! Hi! Want some juice? Here.” They kept saying it and saying it. I walked down the hall in the apartment and peered at them thru the hall door way. There they were in their high-chairs, looking up at the ceiling offering their cups of juice. I went into the living room and asked them who they were talking to. The more vocal twin simply said “Papa. He was right there” (as he pointed to the ceiling above them). A few nights later, we sat them down and asked them “Do you see Papa?”. The vocal twin pointed his finger to the ceiling and said “Uh-huh. Up there.” We then asked the quieter twin the same question and he just nodded and pointed up as well. I tested this exercise again in a friend’s house that weekend. Both twins just looked around and up and said “No.”

The most bizarre thing of all. Before we had the kids, I used to get up and drive my wife to work in the city at about 4:45 a.m., then come back home, go back to bed and get up for my own job at about 7:30. As you can imagine, this can wear on you after awhile and you’d sleep thru the alarm. Not in this apartment. Several times, I would wake up, just a few minutes past my scheduled time, the radio alarm playing, but the bed would be shaking slightly. It was one of those metal wagon wheel types beds and was as if someone was grabbing the rim at the foot of the bed and shaking it back and forth. So whoever it was, did not want me to sleep in for work anyway. At first I attributed to the cat pushing off as he jumped down in the morning, but there he was in my wife’s spot…sound asleep.

The weird thing was, is years after we moved away…I told my wife what used to happen and she just looked at me in astonishment. Turns out that the mornings where I had left first, and she was on her own, the bed would shake her awake as well. And it must have shaken a lot, because she sleeps like a log.

I have always wanted to write to any tenants since then, to ask if they have experienced anything bizarre, but don’t want to spook them or make them think I’m crazy. We actually took over the apartment from an old friend of my wife’s, and she did not mention anything odd. So I am still in the dark wondering if it was just us. But since things would happen to us together and separately, both of us are convinced that we were sharing that apartment with a former tenant…who seemed to like us, but not necessarily our cat, Alex. I am very careful to this day, when moving house, to try and get a history on it. This is all due to the West Mall. I try and stick to newer houses actually. The twins are now almost 12 and wouldn’t sleep nights if something strange was happening.”

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