True Ghost Story: Harrassing Dark Silhouette

Location: Bolton, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Nikki on April 8, 2012:

“All my life I believe I have been aware of ghosts. I can tell you countless stories of what happened but there is one that shakes me to my core whenever I think about it. It only ended recently because I took matters into my own hands, but I had been going through this for a few years. You see I had moved down into my sister’s old room, and my mom had built a wall to separate the room from the storage space, so there was a small hallway near the back of the room. When I first moved down there with my other sister everything was fine, but there was something off about the room. It was very cold, much colder than the rest of the house and no matter what we could never get it warmed up. There was also a very uneasy feeling in the room, I never wanted to be in there unless it was absolutely necessary. I tried to ignore it and put on a brave face, but soon I started to see something, a silhouette of a man, just a simple shadow standing at the beginning of the hall way. I thought it was just my imagination. Tried to pretend I was just being a baby, and I would roll onto my side and close my eyes and fall asleep. This man however stood in that exact spot every night, looking at me. Just looking. Nothing more.

Over the summer my cousin had come over to visit and was going to be staying the next few weeks. The first night she was here, five minutes after we had turned off the light to go to bed, the man appeared but not in the hallway like usual, beside my bed, standing over me. I could feel the anger from him and I was terrified. He wanted to hurt me and I knew it, but he couldn’t for some reason. My cousin called my name and asked if I could see it. I said yes but I told her to go to bed. When I turned away from him I started to hear a voice in my head, telling me to turn around but I refused and ended up falling asleep. This happened every time someone came over, although a majority of people could not see it. It continued over the next year and by then I had had enough of him.

I was planning on going to a store to by sage to get rid of this thing that was haunting me. After all, he only used to appear during the time when it was dark but he was appearing when the lights were on too and that made me feel like he was getting to comfortable. As soon as I started thinking about getting rid of him, he started to do things he never did before. I could feel him lie down beside me, play with my hair. He’d whisper things in my ear and then push me slightly whenever I would try to roll over to where he was in a sad attempt to try and make him leave.

One night I saw him above my bed and I hid under my covers. He ripped them off and I started to cry. I could hear laughter and a deep voice saying “poor girl” over and over. I tried my hardest but I could not fall asleep that night. The next day I went and got the sage. I burned it in my room but not around my whole house.

I haven’t seen him in my room since but he is still somewhere near me. I can tell. I used to have constant nightmare about being raped, and in the dream it was always a dark silhouette that attacked me. But he never spoke. Only after he was out of the room did I realize it was him in the dream. He spoke to me, told me I wouldn’t be able to get rid of him forever, he would always come back and I know that is true, but I also know he does not have the power to hurt me, unless I am afraid, and I am not anymore.

Whatever this thing is it is going to follow me wherever I go. I wish it could be my imagination but it’s not. My family has seen him and so have my friends. He is as real as can be and I’m probably going to be stuck with him for the rest of my life.”

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True Ghost Story: Nana and Poppa Visit

Location: Bolton, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by John on October 08, 2009:

“In the early 90’s my grandparents moved into our family’s home to help take care of me while my father was recovering from a heart attack. In ’93 nana passed away from lung cancer and in ’97 poppa passed away from intestinal cancer. While sick, we kept them at home with us, mainly for the purpose of keeping them comfortable. Both passed away in the basement of the house, practically in the exact same spot. Following their deaths we have had a few unexplainable events transpire. One evening my mother, father and I traveled to visit some family up north. Upon arriving home, I headed into the basement (which in ’99 we changed from an apartment where nana and poppa resided into a rec-room) only to find the hot water tap on the sink in the laundry room to be on, full blast mind you. As we were all up north that day there is no way we could have turned it on and forgot about it. My mother and father both insisted neither of them had been down there in a few days. We have also had instances of phones being left off the hook, with nobody around to have lifted them off the cradle. One night I was in the living room at the top of the basement stairs with a high school chum of mine watching a movie when we both heard footsteps slowly climb the basement stairs, proceed through the room we were in, then up more stairs into the kitchen where they stopped. Startled, we grabbed our coats and proceeded outside until my parents returned from dinner. Remembering now, while poppa was sick he wasn’t able to move around fast, so he would slowly make his way from the basement to the kitchen to sit and read the paper and such. Looking back (I haven’t lived in the house for years) I realize these were all just ways of nana or poppa saying hi, and to let us know they are around, watching over us. I just don’t understand why they would want to waste hot water for! :)”

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