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Cornwall Ghosts: Blue Light Travels Through Kitchen

 

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Location: Cornwall, Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Holly on May 1, 2017:

“I was never a big believer of ghosts. I always looked for a logical explanation as to what could have caused these strange things to happen. But at the end of it all there is some things I just can’t explain.

I moved into this duplex in year 2000. It was me, my common-law husband, and his nephew. I was at that time pregnant with my first child. I moved into this place knowing that a man that lived there before us just a few months prior had tried to kill himself and was found hanging in the doorway of the basement bedroom. He was sent to the hospital and revived but then later killed himself at his mother’s residence.

The owner of the duplex who lived in the other half beside us would keep telling me that the place was haunted and she would see people in her house and hear people walking down their hall at night. I kinda laughed it off. But then some strange this started to happen to us as well.

One night while we had friends over and we were playing a game of Risk, we all jumped to the sound of a loud bang that actually shook the whole house. The guys all jumped up and started checking the inside and outside of the house to see where it came from. No one found anything. We were all confused but we started to play again and 10 minutes later the same thing happened. Even the walls and dishes rattled from the loud unexplained bang.

In another occasion, me and my husband’s nephew were doing dishes when a bright blue light traveled through the kitchen. And many times at night when we were downstairs watching TV we would hear a sound that sounded like a dog running around upstairs and his nails tapping the floor as he ran.

You would also hear things rolling across the floor upstairs. Kinda sounded like a pencil rolling across the floor. It was weird because if we would go upstairs there would be nothing there.

Then I was home alone with my son who was now about 8 months old. The guys were working midnight shift and I had put my son to bed. I went downstairs to watch TV. My boy had a Fisher Price train that had a one button push remote. Push once and the train went forward, push again and it went backwards.

All of a sudden the train started going across the hardwood floor all by itself. I was the only person there. I thought maybe the remote was in the toy box hitting something, so I went and searched for it and couldn’t find it. When I turned around I noticed the remote was on the coffee table. Nothing was near it. Again the train started moving on its own. I was freaking out.

But the final straw was one night we were all sitting in the basement watching TV. All of a sudden the lights all turned off and the TV went all fuzzy. My first reaction was the power went out but then quickly realized the TV power was still on but just every channel was fuzzy. The light switch for the basement was at the top of the stairs. I went up and turned it back on because somehow it was in the off position. Then our nephew asked, “Well how did the side lamp turn off?” I said I didn’t think it was on but he was convinced that it was, so I went to touch the bulb to see if it was hot and sure enough it was. That’s when I looked down and noticed that it had been unplugged from the wall.

How does a light switch upstairs turn off and at the exact same time a lamp get unplugged and your tv lose all reception? All at the exact same time? This was enough for me. It wasn’t too long after that I had moved out.”

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North Bay Ghosts: Haunted House on 3rd Ave W

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Location: North Bay, Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Wendy:

“3rd Avenue West main floor apartment when you first enter into the door on the left side of the house. Not the apartment in front, but the one directly behind it located at the bottom of the stairs when on the right.

When I first moved in, it was my one year old and myself living there. Everyone who visited me had experiences there and many were scared off. I knew someone who had previously lived there upstairs, but she no longer resided there when I moved in. My apartment had a door off the kitchen going to the basement which the landlord allowed me to use to hang laundry to dry on ropes.

Keys were flying off the key holders hitting my guests in the face while on their way into the washroom which was off one of the bedrooms. The lay out was kind of strange but I needed the space as I was expecting another child.

My boyfriend at the time all of a sudden took a swing with his fists in mid-air and swore something grabbed him around the neck. Nothing was visible but he said he felt it.

We later broke up so I took in a border who claimed she was often being touched or could hear voices. She moved out. Another moved in and she had experiences of being touched.

My clothes would mysteriously vanish and one time my jogging pants somehow ended up in the kitchen sink with water and soap which I discovered in the morning.

One time I came home to the fire trucks outside the house. There was a fire in my apartment and somehow a pot of spaghetti was able to get onto a burner, turned on, and caused the fire. No one was hurt but three other people witnessed me taking the left-over spaghetti and putting it away. So how did it get onto the stove and turned on by it self I will never know.

My toddler became deathly ill suddenly and nearly died while living there. Two miscarriages occurred to two different tenants in the house in the upstairs apartment. My son was in hospital for weeks with a mysterious illness nearly taking his life.

My daughter came to visit one weekend and she ended up on the living room chair. I found her there around 5:00 a.m., she claimed a man carried her to the chair. There was no man.

When my second child was born he screamed day and night. No doctors could figure out why. My friends who were Native brought their child over who was a seer. They told me if anything was in that apartment they would know by her actions. She cried all night in fear, they claimed she could see evil spirits.

The lights would always flicker on and off and the landlord would accuse me of always leaving the basement lights on when I had not even been in the basement. I wasn’t even home that day.

I got fed up with this place. There was a mail slot on my wooden front door where the mailman would shoot the mail in to me. In the middle of the night I would hear three knocks on my door around 3:00 a.m. and no one would answer when I called out to see who was there. Only the mail slot would move up as if someone where placing mail into it.

I decided to send both my boys to stay with their grandmothers for a bit. Both boys’ health improved, so I decided to leave there and move away.

Years later while on Facebook I came across the lady who I once met years earlier who lived in that house in the apartment directly above me before I moved in. I asked her did anything ever happen while she lived there. She said yes there was an old man who often would be standing at the foot of her bed when she woke up, and things were often moved around and out of place.

I believe that house tried to kill my babies because when the doctors examined them both babies were sick and anemic, almost to the point of heart failure and for no apparent reason. So we decided to have my daughter examined as well cause she had been visiting on weekends. And she too, the same thing — iron deficiency.”

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North Bay Ghosts: Haunted House on 3rd Avenue West

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Location: North Bay, Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Wendy on March 23, 2017:

“3rd Avenue West main floor apartment when you first enter into the door on the left side of the house. Not the apartment in front, but the one directly behind it located at the bottom of the stairs when on the right.

When I first moved in, it was my one year old and myself living there. Everyone who visited me had experiences there and many were scared off. I knew someone who had previously lived there upstairs, but she no longer resided there when I moved in. My apartment had a door off the kitchen going to the basement which the landlord allowed me to use to hang laundry to dry on ropes.

Keys were flying off the key holders hitting my guests in the face while on their way into the washroom which was off one of the bedrooms. The lay out was kind of strange but I needed the space as I was expecting another child.

My boyfriend at the time all of a sudden took a swing with his fists in mid-air and swore something grabbed him around the neck. Nothing was visible but he said he felt it.

We later broke up so I took in a border who claimed she was often being touched or could hear voices. She moved out. Another moved in and she had experiences of being touched.

My clothes would mysteriously vanish and one time my jogging pants somehow ended up in the kitchen sink with water and soap which I discovered in the morning.

One time I came home to the fire trucks outside the house. There was a fire in my apartment and somehow a pot of spaghetti was able to get onto a burner, turned on, and caused the fire. No one was hurt but three other people witnessed me taking the left-over spaghetti and putting it away. So how did it get onto the stove and turned on by it self I will never know.

My toddler became deathly ill suddenly and nearly died while living there. Two miscarriages occurred to two different tenants in the house in the upstairs apartment. My son was in hospital for weeks with a mysterious illness nearly taking his life.

My daughter came to visit one weekend and she ended up on the living room chair. I found her there around 5:00 a.m., she claimed a man carried her to the chair. There was no man.

When my second child was born he screamed day and night. No doctors could figure out why. My friends who were Native brought their child over who was a seer. They told me if anything was in that apartment they would know by her actions. She cried all night in fear, they claimed she could see evil spirits.

The lights would always flicker on and off and the landlord would accuse me of always leaving the basement lights on when I had not even been in the basement. I wasn’t even home that day.

I got fed up with this place. There was a mail slot on my wooden front door where the mailman would shoot the mail in to me. In the middle of the night I would hear three knocks on my door around 3:00 a.m. and no one would answer when I called out to see who was there. Only the mail slot would move up as if someone where placing mail into it.

I decided to send both my boys to stay with their grandmothers for a bit. Both boys’ health improved, so I decided to leave there and move away.

Years later while on Facebook I came across the lady who I once met years earlier who lived in that house in the apartment directly above me before I moved in. I asked her did anything ever happen while she lived there. She said yes there was an old man who often would be standing at the foot of her bed when she woke up, and things were often moved around and out of place.

I believe that house tried to kill my babies because when the doctors examined them both babies were sick and anemic, almost to the point of heart failure and for no apparent reason. So we decided to have my daughter examined as well cause she had been visiting on weekends. And she too, the same thing — iron deficiency.”

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Port Carling Ghosts: Little Girl With Long Hair

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Location: Port Carling, Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Doreen on March 3, 2017:

“I had just moved into a rental cottage with my husband and two small children temporarily while we looked for a house to purchase in the area. The furnished cottage was set on the side of a hill. It was small and somewhat run down but we didn’t mind since we didn’t anticipate being there long.

I always got a strange feeling in the lower level but the children didn’t seem to mind. Their bedroom was where they could play and make as much noise as they wanted.

The unexplained happenings started as soon as we moved into the cottage, with a particular picture in the bedroom falling off the wall on a regular basis. I tried to knock it off the wall by slamming the door, banging on the wall, etc. but to no avail.

One warm summer evening I heard footsteps, hurried and heavy, ascend the stairs leading up to the deck making the house shake. Thinking that my husband was home early with his visiting brother, I uncapped a couple of cold beverages and went to greet them and found nothing. No one was there and there was nowhere for anyone to go if they were. Weird. It kind of freaked me out a little but I shrugged it off.

Only when it happened again, around the same time that I realized I wasn’t alone in the house.

The kitchen seemed to be a favorite spot for activity. With taps turning on spontaneously, cupboards opening by themselves, and the timer on the stove going off — sometimes in the middle of the night. My husband put a stop to that, somewhat forcefully, I didn’t mind.

One afternoon I was cleaning the stove when I felt as if I wasn’t alone. I turned to see a young girl around six years old. She had long, tussled hair. Her face was a little grubby and the yellow sun dress was obviously a worn favorite.

I said hello, thinking she was one of the neighbor’s children whom I haven’t met yet. She didn’t say anything, just turned and vanished. I never found out who she was and she wasn’t the first ghost in the house.

One evening, after I had put the boys to bed for the night, I had made myself a coffee and was looking forward to some alone time when I heard a scream, then another. Two little boys ran up the stairs faster than the speed of light. Once I got them calmed enough to tell me what was wrong, I found out that they had seen a man with a tall hat, dark clothes and no face come into their room and stand at the foot of their bed.

I ran downstairs expecting anything, but found nothing except a cold spot where the boys had seen the figure. They still talk about it eighteen years later.

The last incident happened when I had lay down for nap one afternoon, still recovering from a cold. I had just pulled the blanket up to my chest, hands folded over the hem of the blanket, and closed my eyes when a pair of long fingered hands, sharp nailed and heavily ringed, clasped my mine, squeezed then let go. I cried out, sat up in bed and expected to see someone standing by the bed. No one was there, but I did detect a faint scent of a flower of sort. I later recognized it as rose.

Shortly after that we bought a house in a nearby town and I was very happy to move. I never felt in danger but I was never a fan of that house.”

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Ottawa Ghosts: Haunted Victorian Mansion

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Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

Ghost report from Audrey on November 17, 2016:

“I lived in an old Victorian mansion (cliché, I know) on Powell Avenue in Ottawa. The very first night we moved in, my sisters and I felt something odd, as though we were being observed. The activity started slowly but surely, and increased incrementally every year we lived there. What we experienced daily in that house isn’t something I would have ever believed had I not lived through it.

While we never saw anything as dramatic as an apparition, we experienced just about everything else. Doors shutting and footsteps – always on the floor you weren’t on – were constant. Whenever someone was in the bath on the second floor, you’d hear a knock on the door but, of course, find no one when you opened it.

Many times I would walk into a room or hallway and feel like I was interrupting a conversation. The house had a sense of business about it, as though there were constantly people bustling around, even when it was empty. It was really freaky when the spirits started impersonating voices.

One time, my sister and father were in the kitchen. They heard my mother call my father’s name, as she often did when she wanted something, and without saying a word they migrated their conversation upstairs. I was sitting with my mom in the TV room, and we’d been talking the whole time, no one had called him.

One time in the deep winter, my sister and I were sitting in her room chatting, our parents were out of town and we were alone in the house. We heard footsteps upstairs, and suddenly they turned into LOUD dancing, as though someone was doing an incredibly forceful jig just above our heads. It went from one end of the house to the other, clear as day. It was almost like it was trying to upset us. We ended up running out into the street, we were so afraid.

Another time, I came home from school at lunch and was hurriedly trying to finish my homework before my next class. All of a sudden upstairs, although I was alone in the house, I heard doors slamming and someone running down the stairs. The noises were so loud and real that I freaked out and called my dad at work, who came home immediately to find me shaking on the front porch clutching my dog. He took a knife and searched the whole house for an intruder, but found nothing. A couple of months before we moved, he experienced the exact same thing when he was alone in the house.

It was odd that the spirits finally revealed themselves to him right before we moved, because he had never personally experienced anything in all the 10 years we lived there except in the final few months while we were packing up the house. I think they were upset that we were leaving.

We later found out that a family of women, a mother and two daughters, had lived in the house for decades and all of them died there. The wake for each was held in the living room. We don’t know if the spirits we encountered were them, but it makes sense that they would have been more timid to approach my father than they were approaching myself, my mother or my sisters.

A young family moved into the house after us, and I always wonder whether or not they’ve experienced similar events.

I am grateful that I never actually saw an apparition with my own eyes, but from what I experienced in that house, I can say categorically that ghosts are real and that there is something, whether an afterlife or maybe just another plane of energy, that lingers after death. I am not a religious person, so I find this knowledge oddly comforting.”

Editor’s Note: photo above is depiction only, not actual house.

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Thunder Bay Ghosts: Haunted Farmhouse and Land

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Location: Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Megan on Sept 6, 2016:

“I was living in Thunder Bay, Ontario when these “incidents” occurred and that was back in 1990 to 1996. We had just moved into a farmhouse with 110 acres of land — 5 acres which was cleared and the other 105 acres was bush/forest.

After about a week we decided to explore the forested land and we came across some really odd things. First, we came upon a vehicle that looked just about brand new. It was a 1946 Chev Fleetline and I’m not kidding when I say it was in perfect shape. The chrome was as shiny as a dime, no scratches, but it had one small dent on the passenger door as if a baseball had hit it.

The odd thing about it is there’s no way this vehicle was driven there in recent time. The trees surrounding it were older, each one approx. 12 inches wide and 150 feet tall with absolutely no room to drive a vehicle in. Also, the ground was spongy moss with lots of brush, no tire tracks anywhere. We found this so odd. It was like the vehicle was dropped from the sky.

We found odds and ends in the vehicle and I found a small diary in the glove box. The first entry was dated April 28, 1938, and notations about an impending war. There was a name at the beginning of the diary, but for privacy reasons I prefer not to mention it. The strange thing about the name on the diary is it’s our last name AND my husband’s first name, James. Is that freaky or what? And that is not the name of the people who we bought the home from.

I tried to get a hold of the previous owners and she mentioned that her brother (age 84) had passed since we bought the home and she had no idea who the name on the diary was nor anything about a car being in the forest. She also told us that her brother who owned the home for 40 years had mentioned that there was the original homestead on the property, but she didn’t know where.

So a couple of weekends later we had a housewarming party and my husband and I and four other couples took a walk through the forest to try and find this homestead. Our guests’ mouths dropped open when we reached the old car that we had found earlier and couldn’t believe the condition it was in. “Jeff” said that’s impossible. Someone must have painted it in not too earlier before, but we had no indication of that by the ground around it. We ended up selling it to him later that month.

So back to the forest… We found the homestead and it was right beside a small river or creek. It had a hand pump with actual spring water. Although it had seen better days, the inside was relatively in good shape. Possibly a squatter over the years had been there because we found some newer name-brand canned foods and other things that were placed there from that time period of the 90’s, like a wind-up 70s clock, some plaid shirts, Fruit of Loom underwear, etc., so recent stuff.

But, there were also many old rusted items that we found in a storage addition at the back of the home, things I didn’t know what they were but my husband and his friends knew, many things attributed a blacksmith like farrier tools (tanged rasp, hoof nippper, nail clincer, a trammel points, etc) and a beautiful old Seaton tool box and many, many other 18th century tools and large equipment. Our friends said you hit a gold mine and later it proved to be true, but that’s another story. There was also a diagram of the anatomy of horse legs, so I’m sure he was a farrier/blacksmith.

There was also an old chest under all the ruble and I loved it, so I asked my husband to bring it back to the house because I was going to re-finish it. Later, when I replaced the lining I found a plastic bag hidden in the lining with postcards and also hundreds and hundreds of date-stamped stamps from all over the world, but mainly Germany (1945-46), some military metals, etc.

So now that I’ve explained what we found, the idea of doing “ghost hunting” or any of the type of stuff they do now was really not heard of in the 90s, not like it is now. So when one of the members in our party had asked if they could come back at night with their tape recorder and explained what they wanted to do, my husband and I laughed and I remember saying to him “You’re not serious are you”? I said “Whatever turns your crank”.

They came back the following weekend and they went to the homestead. They came knocking at our door and said, “You’ve got to listen to this”.

They proceeded to play the tape recording and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There was a woman’s voice that said, “We need the Carlson’s pig”, whatever that meant. It was like she was carrying on a conversation with someone and didn’t know our friends were in her home.

Over the next few years they kept coming back and would play what they recorded. I was so freaked out and I pleaded with them to please tell me the truth. Were they hoaxing us? They were adamant they weren’t and that we could go back there with them. Well I didn’t want to go there at night and I said if there are ghosts there I can’t see whether it mattered if it was daytime or nighttime so I said I would go during the day and my husband and I did.

I couldn’t believe it. They caught all kinds of voices on the tape, but I also heard things with my own ears like someone snoring, like they were sleeping. I heard a woman’s cough and I saw fleeting dark shadows darting here and there. I was so scared I left them and walked back to my home.

While I was on the bush path I thought my husband was walking behind me so I was starting to talk to him and when I turned no one was there. I didn’t hear anything other than the normal sounds of a bush like birds chirping, wind, things like that. But I saw a couple of dark shadows going from tree to tree about 30 feet behind me. God, I was so scared I ran back so fast and locked my door. This was 2:00 in the afternoon.

Well all the years I was always a skeptic of anything to do with ghosts or ufo’s, but within the five years we owned that property our friends had so many tapes of recorded things. I couldn’t believe it. It would take me all day to write down all the strange things that happened to us at that time and the odd structures and symbols we found on that property.

When things began happening in our home that’s when I was done. I couldn’t live there anymore and we ended up selling the property and it had all started when I brought that stupid chest in the house to refinish it. I started to feel really strange and things like lights going on and off on their own, tapping on our bedroom window, my bathtub filled up one day only to come home to a flood of water that soaked the bathroom and the hallway floor AND there was NO PLUG in the tub. How could that be?? Pictures that just fell off the wall in our spare bedroom and I had a beautiful large mirror that my mum had given us and we found it smashed on the living room floor when we came back from groceries one day. Things were happening on a daily basis.

We had four dogs and two cats because we took in rescue animals and all of them, although they were in kennels outside, started to get ill within a short period of time… this went on for the next few years.

One night my husband went on a fishing trip for a couple of days and I had a girlfriend stay over and I had fallen asleep on the couch. I awoke during the night to my ankle being grabbed. It was like someone had placed a bag of ice cubes on my ankle. I awoke instantly and the living room was very dark, but at the end of the couch I had a recliner and I saw a very dark shape sitting in that chair.

It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust because I thought it was my girlfriend who also fell asleep because that’s where she was sitting, but the figure was so much larger than a woman because she was a tiny thing, so I knew it wasn’t her.

So I shut my eyes and screamed her name at the top of my lungs and she ran in a few moments later asking what the hell happened. I told her what I saw and she kept saying you must have dreamt it, but I didn’t. I know what I saw.

Well that was the last straw. We sold the house the next month and we left everything that we had found on that property (that we hadn’t sold) exactly where we found it. I even had my husband put the chest back in the homestead.

I know that you have much more frightening stories on this blog, but you had to go through what we went through those many years ago and I will never make fun of anyone who believes in spirits. I’m a believer.”

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