True Ghost Story: Old Man In The Garden

Location: London, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Christina on Jan 18, 2013:

“Chris and I were renting a house on McNay Street. We were looking for a house with enough space for our dogs and ourselves. It had a pool as an added bonus, but even still the first time we looked at it, there was just something about it that made us say no. After some more consideration we relented and planned to move in. We had lots of help from friends moving in, and taking a break in the kitchen in typical ‘move in with friends fashion’ we gathered in the kitchen for a break, and beer. All of us in the kitchen, laughing joking ,making plans for the pool in the summer, when suddenly the patio doors flew open and shut again so fast and so unexpectedly, that everyone in the kitchen screamed, jumped or gasped. And then nothing. No activity near the patio doors, we all just stared at each other,
asking “what the hell was that.

A few days later in the evening, Chris and I were watching television. A green light appeared on the way and traveled all the way around the room before it disappeared. Seconds later another green light appeared, again traveling around the room. This time I asked Chris if he could see the green light, his reply was to ask me if I seen the first one too.

After settling in, Chris’s brother was a guest in our home, he is 22, always in the fridge. On one of his midnight raids, the fridge door opened and slammed shut just as he was about to touch the handle. This house made me and Chris miserable. We were horrible to each other when we lived there. We became the “horrible they always fight, neighbors”. It was really hard to live there.

One time our neighbor stopped Chris in the drive way for a chit chat, asked how we liked the house. Before Chris had time to reply with the obvious, he disclosed to Chris that the previous owner had been murdered by his son. He also told Chris that a suicide had also taken place.

This place had beautiful landscaping, it had seven different gardens. And there was this one bush that our dog always laid on. Chris dug it up one day, he wrecked the whole of one of those gardens, I don’t know why, when I ask him today, he can’t really answer. But we fought about it, loudly, in the yard. We said the most horrible things to each other.

Later in the day, about dusk, I went to sit on the back porch and have a cigarette. I sat down and scanned the yard, took in the gardens Chris didn’t work that day, and as I scanned my backyard, there he was, an old man in my yard. He was standing in the garden. He wasn’t there when I first sat down, but there he was, at the spot our dog used to lay. I tried to call Chris but it was impossible, my voice was gone, my words came out like squeaks. I was frozen. The old man just stood there, he didn’t look at me, not even once. He had work boots on, and dusty clothes. He just looked at the garden and then walked toward the shed and out of my line of vision. And when I couldn’t see him anymore I could scream, and of course there wasn’t anything in the yard, Chris checked, and so did the dogs, nothing.

A little girl came to our house to swim with her parents. She asked me why my house was so creepy, after she used the bathroom. Chris also noticed activity in the bathroom of that house. Initially every time Chris sat down to take care of business the toilet paper would slowly unravel all by itself. Freaking Chris out so bad we had to stop using the roller altogether.

There was no final show down with ghosts or anything. We enjoyed the pool. But when the owner of the house approached us about moving because his family was returning to Ontario, we were relieved to be free of our obligations there.

I’m not sure if ghosts travel. Chris and I split up for a while after living there. When we reconnected and moved into an apartment, the first morning after Chris went to the bathroom, he’s there, doing bathroom stuff, sitting, and he starts calling me. His voice was really unsure, unsteady. When I looked in the door, I could see it, the toilet paper, unraveling, all by itself. Again, just like I seen it before. I told Chris “I see it.” And then I spun the pulled toilet paper off the roller, and screamed “no, no ,no, get out of here, get out”.

And I don’t know what now, I hope my screaming worked, but I don’t know. We have never put the toilet paper back on the roller. We’ve been here almost a year.”

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True Ghost Story: Ghost Communicates in a Dream

Location: London, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Keith on Dec 9, 2011:

“My ex wife’s father passed away when she was 16. Meeting her when she was 23 obviously made it impossible for me to actually meet him, which always made me a little upset. Either way, my ex and I ended up having a beautiful little girl. One night after working til 11, I had the most vivid and incredible dream. I dreamt that I was talking to her father and how happy he was that we were together. He looked the same as he did in the pictures I had seen. He also mentioned that our daughter was beautiful and was happy to see she looked like her mother, his daughter.

So the next day when I woke up, I told my wife about the crazy dream I had, and she was shocked. She told me that the day before she had taken our daughter to visit his gravestone to visit grandpa.

I truely feel as though this was a ghost in my dream and I think about it from time to time. I just couldn’t believe I had the dream, and how weird it was that she had gone to see him that day. Crazy.”

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True Ghost Story: Little Brother

Location: London, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Kaitlyn on Oct 5, 2011:

 “My story begins at my old house, this house was over 100 years old. And when my parents had gone to get the history of the house to get their house plaque, they found out that our house had belonged to a pediatrician. This information was all found out years after my ghost experience, but it is very relevant to my story.

I am 19 years old now, but at the time I was in grade 4, so around the age of 10. My room was in the basement. It was late at night, I was up because I love to read before I go to sleep. I heard footsteps and rushed to turn off the light in my room, thinking that it was my parents coming to check up on us. I waited for my parents to come down the stairs so that I could close my eyes and pretend to sleep. But instead I saw a small boy in pajamas carrying a blankie start to crawl up the stairs. I thought that it was my younger brother who was 6 years old, because he never went anywhere without his blankie. A couple minutes later, he disappeared at the top of the stairs and I decided that it was time to go to sleep because I was starting to feel tired. Just as I closed my eyes I felt something watching me and opened my eyes to see my other younger brother, age 8, standing in my doorway looking terrified. He asked me if I had seen the little boy crawling up the stairs. I of course said yes, and that it was our other brother. He shook his head, eyes wide and skin pale. He then told me that he was still sleeping in his bed beside him. I immediately felt goosebumps on my arms and a shiver up my spine. My brother ran up to my bed and we slept together that night, both not sleeping and thinking of the small ghost boy who had crawled up the stairs. Of course when we told our parents that morning, they did not believe us. And to this day we still tell that story like it happened yesterday. How can two people see the exact same thing?”

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True Ghost Story: He Was Standing In Front Of Me

Location: London, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Jassy on August 16, 2010:

“Last night I was asleep on a lazy boy chair in front of the computer in my house. I felt someone staring at me, I opened up my eyes slowly and saw a man standing in front of me and staring at me. I thought it was my husband, but this man was wearing a dress pant and a brown-reddish checkered shirt. My husband hates checkered shirts. I opened my eyes fully to ask the man, whom I thought was my husband, why he was all dressed up and where he was going that late at night. And as I opened my eyes I saw this wasn’t my husband at all. He was standing in front of me and I saw him clearly. I screamed and my husband, who was down stairs watching TV, ran up. I was shivering and told him what happened. Of course he doesn’t believe me and told me I must have been dreaming or hallucinating. I am not an idiot…I know what I saw!!!”

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True Ghost Story: Dripping Wet with Pale Blue and Rotting Skin

Location: London, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Olivia on October 15, 2009:

“They say that children are the most likely to see a ghost, and my story kind of proves that this is true. When I was in grade 8 I used to ride my bike to school in the morning. One day, while riding down a side road off of Riverside, I heard a car start up. Being paranoid about car accidents (one of my closest friends had recently been hit) I slowed down and looked in the window of the car to make sure the driver saw me. What I saw next has haunted my mind ever since. A man, dripping wet with pale blue and rotting skin, was sitting in the driver seat, his face pressed against the glass as he watched me with his one remaining eye. As I passed by a tree on the front yard of the house, the man disappeared, and was replaced by the driver. For years, before and after, I have seen ghosts and spirits, but none of them have given me the same feeling as that of “The Car-Man”.”

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True Ghost Story: It Came Closer And Closer

Location: London, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Jasmyn on April 10, 2008:

“About 2 or 3 days ago my dad asked me to bring something down to the basement, so I did. My cat seemed to be looking at something so I got kinda scared and I ran up stairs. Then I had to go down to the basement again later on, and I looked on the other side of the room and saw this figure that looked to be a flash of light. Then it stopped and stared at me. I got really scared and didn’t know what to do so I just stayed there and watched it. It came closer and closer to me, I screamed and it looked at me and went away. Now I am terrified of my basement and my house. Although the ghost looked friendly, I still don’t trust my house!!! Would you????”

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