True Ghost Story: Black Shadows

Location: Kemptville, OntarioCanada

The following report was sent into our website by Laura on Feb 1, 2011:

“I live down a road that used to have a train station, and because my dad is obsessed with trains we got the house closest to the train tracks that are still in use. And of course our house is built on top of where the train grave yard used to be, which means hobos used to sleep and live there. Of course I haven’t “seen” any ghosts, but I know that they are here, especially in my room.

Since I was about 13 years old, when I’m just about ready to fall asleep I have gotten this sweet aroma of roses. It would stick with me for about 2 minutes and then just vanish, a few times I have smelt almost a dirty campfire smell. I always imagined the rose smell was my guardian angel or something. This happens occassionaly.

When I was 10 I would play with my brand new baby sister. You know how people say babies can see ghosts, well my sister saw more. She would look around the house and start crying, she would also laugh at an empty room.

When I was 15 years old I was downstairs with my 3 year old sister watching T.V. when I heard footsteps upstairs. I knew no one was home because everyone was at work or a friend’s house so I quickly rushed my sister to my room (which is also in the basement) and I hid her in the closet. I remember my mum always saying that if we think someone is in the house call the neighbours and call the parents. So I called my dad, I got my baseball bat in hand and started to open my door when I heard the foot steps above my room. When my dad got home he told me that no one was there and the door was locked. After that I kept hearing that noise, and I would see black shapes in the corner of my eye.

A few months later my 13 year old sister was at home when no one else was and she heard foot steps. She called my neighbours and they rushed over. My sister heard the footsteps in the kitchen upstairs slowly make their way down the stairs. At this point she burst out crying and thats when our neighbour bursts into the house but found no one.

Up until now I only get the rose smell when I’m falling asleep. I still see the black shadows move in the corner of my eye, but I also get as if someone is blowing on my neck, or the feeling that someone IS watching me, they’re just staring at me.”

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True Ghost Story: Disappeared Through The Picture Window

Location: Kemptville, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Harold on Aug 5, 2007:

“I only saw this happen once. It was in a brand new house that we had lived in for only a few years. I was 6 or 7 at the time but believe me, I can recount this like it happened yesterday. I am in my early 40s now.

I do not remember what woke me up but I did awake to see a shape of a woman darker than the ambient darkness in the hallway arrive at the end of the hall, right in front of my doorway. She spun around slowly as if to be dancing. Her arms would raise and lower seemingly dancing to a tune only heard by her. This seemed to happen for about a minute. Needless to say, I was so frightened I could only lie there and watch. Out of the corner of my eye further down the hallway past the “dancing shadow”; there, near the front foyer of the home in front of the living room was now a grey mist shape brighter than the ambient darkness down the hall. It raised an arm and beckoned the darker dancing shadow to follow. I watched as the darker shadow floated towards the gray mist, the two joined arm in arm and then disappeared through the picture window.

I could not go back to sleep but thought my parents would think I was nuts if I told them so I stayed up all that night (I only recounted this story to them several years ago). I did insist the next evening that I had to have a light on all night or I could not go to sleep. Who could it have been? It was perhaps my grandmother and another predeceased relative (neither whom I had ever met in life) who were simply checking in on grandchildren they never got to see. You see my grandmother died tragically in a house fire along with her only son and youngest daughter (same age spread as my sister and I) back in the mid 50’s. My mother barely escaped that same fire and managed to save her middle sister before fire consumed the whole house.”

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