“Several years ago my Nonna passed away at 83 years old. She was a vibrant, hardy woman from Italy. She Passed from Cancer. I think I am the only one in my family that willingly speaks about spirits.
At a young age of 20, a complete stranger gave me a reading. It was of a friend who died in a motorcycle accident a year before in the same town of Thorold.This person giving me the reading lived in Oshawa, almost 150 miles away, and would not of known of him.
The experience with my grandmother was surreal. She had passed in the winter months, and I lived in Mississauga. So on the day she was to be buried, I had a long drive and to pass the time I thought about her a lot. The poor woman withered away. As I drove I remembered her on her death-bed. I was the last one of the family to be recognized by her. I kissed her, said a prayer with her, and left. Not to see her again until that day of the funeral, when the six grandsons were to be her pallbearers.
My Uncle, who was the care taker of the services in town, lived in town and offered me a room at his home for me to get changed for mass. My Grandmother had a small home with a bedroom upstairs, which had no door, and we were always told to ask before we were to go upstairs and ask if they were decent before we entered.
As I entered my uncle’s home, I went upstairs to the room she stayed in when she was too tired to go home. At that time when I entered the room, I closed the door, purposefully listened to the click of the door, and turned to get undressed. Just as I was about to unbutton my shirt, the door clicked open and I turned around to see who it might be. It opened just an inch, I knew I had closed it. So for a laugh I said out loud, “come in grandma, I am decent at this instant”.
I was shocked, but not scared, the door opened as if someone walked In and gently closed the door with an audible click. And suddenly, I felt from my feet to my knees to the top of my head a cool swirling light breeze that seemed to envelope me and then fly out a closed window just to the left of me. At that moment I said good-bye out loud to her and said, “I love you, may you go in peace“.
So, to say I believe in spirits, I would say yes. I have told this to several of my family, but they say I am nuts. But I know it was her saying good-bye to me.”
“It was in 2007. It was me, my mom, brother, his girlfriend, my uncle, his girlfriend and my cousin. We all moved into this three-story house, just by Finch & Victoria Park. It was a five bedroom place, with three bathrooms. My uncle, his girlfriend and cousin lived in the basement. My mom, brother, and his girlfriend lived on the main floor, and I had a room on the top floor. There were two rooms, but one room was used as an office for my brother.
I was 16 years old at the time, and I was never really a believer of ghosts, or the paranormal. The events that myself and my mom and brother’s girlfriend experienced changed my beliefs. Let me start by saying, when we were moving in our things, our neighbor came to us, and told us, “you won’t last long in that house”. We thought she was crazy. We didn’t really know what she meant, but we continued to bring things into the house and so on.
I’ll tell you, none of us living there really believed this stuff, especially my brother. He still doesn’t to this day, but that’s because he never witnessed the things me, my mom, and his girlfriend witnessed in that house.
Let’s start with my mom and brother’s girlfriend’s story. They almost always watched movies in her room, at night, and they would always hear running upstairs. My brother would be working in his office, and I’d either be on my computer or playing video games in my room (if I wasn’t out with friends), or I’d be in the basement with my cousin. Now, they heard running UPSTAIRS. They used to hear things like little kids, girls, screaming and yelling. They would hear little girls crying for help, and groaning and moaning, like the kids were being tortured. They were shocked. They would hear it many days of the week while watching movies. That’s one thing, but the next thing, really scared them.
She would be in the bathroom, and my mom would be in the kitchen cooking, and the bathroom and kitchen were pretty much beside each other, and when my brother’s girlfriend was trying to open the door to get out, she couldn’t. She felt trapped in. But she thought my mom was playing a prank on her, but my mom had no idea. She would say “mom, let me out, stop blocking the door”, my mom would yell out from the kitchen, “I’m cooking, my hands are dirty, it’s not me!”. She would then try pushing harder and harder to get out, and my mom saw the struggling, but saw nobody keeping her in. She cleaned up and tried to help open the door for her, but she was also struggling. After a couple minutes, my mom pulled the door open and finally got her out.
They couldn’t believe what just happened, but again, brushed it off, thinking it wasn’t a big deal. Another time, my mom was home alone, cooking. Brother and girlfriend went out. My cousin and I were at school, and uncle and his gf were at work, so my mom was alone. In the kitchen, there’s a door going down to the basement. While my mom was cooking, that door would open randomly, slowly. Funny thing, no outside door was open, no windows were open. She was confused. Remember, nobody was home. It was at noon time, everyone was out. She would close the door, turn on her radio and listen to music, trying to ignore what happened. The door opened again, and she really freaked out. She went to close it, and as she was going back to the sink, the radio station changed. At the moment, she left the cooking, got dressed and left the house, and went to the McDonald’s that was minutes away. She texted me and told me to meet her there after school. When I did, she explained what happened. I thought she was going crazy. I told her, maybe a window was open a bit, or something, and she told me everything was closed. I was in shock, but still couldn’t believe it. I kid you not, after that day, my mom would leave the house with my cousin and I when we were leaving for school, and she would go to the McDonald’s, or Bridlewood Mall, until we got home from school, because she didn’t want to be alone.
Now, here’s my story, here’s what I witnessed. It was December, so I was obviously on my Christmas break from school, and that’s when I witnessed and saw something I would never forget. I woke up at around 11am. Washed up, whatever. Now, to get to my room on the top floor, there is a long stairwell. I was going down the stairs to get a bowl of cereal. I was slowly walking up the stairs because I had cereal and didn’t want to spill. I looked up for a second, and at the end of the stairs, I saw a little girl standing there. She had black hair, a white dress, she was probably 5 years old. I stopped and stood still on the step. I turned back and yelled for my mom to come, and I turned back and the girl was gone. I was scared to death, because that was the first time I witnessed this in my life, let alone in this house. After all the stories and things my mom and brother’s girlfriend witnessed, I finally saw something and I finally believed the things they told me. I couldn’t believe it. Weird thing is, the only people that witnessed things in this house were the three of us.
The house had an attic, which we never opened or went in. In my room, there was an extra square wood block drilled into the wall. Like there was a hole in the wall that was covered up. When we first moved in, we joked with my brother and cousin that there was dead bodies in there. After everything we witnessed, I wouldn’t be shocked if that was the case. Now, remember when I told you the lady that lived beside us told us we wouldn’t last long? Its crazy, because she was right. Shortly after, we moved out. We moved in the beginning of November of 2007, and moved out March of 2008. My mom couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t want to live in a house where she was terrified to stay alone. To this day, I drive by that place with my friends, and we just park in front and watch the house. We drove by a couple months ago, and nobody was living there.
I truly believe this house is haunted. Something happened in that house or on that property. I never believed ghosts, or the paranormal, but after living there, I truly am a believer now, and I watch ghost shows all the time.”
“The first story I am about to tell happened to my mom when she was young (early teens). My mom was living with her parents and, like the animal lover my grandmother was, they had a lot of pets, mainly dogs. Well one night my mom got up in the middle of the night and was going to check on the dogs, so she turned on the hallway light and that’s when she seen this demonic looking creature. As soon as she seen it she ran back to her room which she shared with one of her older sisters. While she was just jumping onto her bed she seen that this creature had followed her. The next morning she took one of the dogs for a walk and out of nowhere at an intersection the dog ran into the middle of the road in front of a car. Mind you this dog usually never does this, he usually would look both ways. Not this time, it was like he was forced to.
My second story is one my mom and I experienced when I was quite young. My mom and I both heard banging coming from our basement. So my mom came to check on my brother, sister and I. My mom seen that I was awake and if I had heard the banging too, I said yes. But no one else was home except the four of us. So my mom grabbed the baseball bat, gathered my siblings and I as we went down stairs to the main floor. My mom told me if she yelled for me to run next door I was to grab my brother and sister and go next door and get help. As I looked out the door holding my sister her father began walking down the walk way. I told my mom he had just showed up and she began questioning him about what just happened. And to our surprise he said it wasn’t him, that he had just gotten off the bus about five minutes or so ago. So my mom and I being creeped out, as my mom found nothing in the basement and our windows were too small for someone to climb through in the basement.
Third story happened about a year after we had just moved to a new house, so I was about 15 at this time (I am now 22). Me and my step-dad’s cousin were up and messing around with my mom’s answering machine when I heard another voice come through. It wasn’t a voice either of us recognized. So when my parents woke up, and after my younger siblings had gone to bed, we told them what we heard and I showed them. So then we decided to try with the four of us in the room and that’s when things got really creepy. We could have sworn we heard my grandmother who passed the year I was born and my step-dad’s uncle. But there was also another voice but we didn’t know who. Eventually my step-dad, being drunk, started calling it on. When we went back to listen to the entire recording we could hear three voices that weren’t in the room. And only two which we recognized.
I kept hearing my name being called as well, and I have always been able to feel or hear, and sometimes see, those who have passed away. But this day was creepy and I heard my grandmother warn us about something. Not sure as to what, but something bad for sure. A few hours later I was sent to bed only to be awaken by an evil presence in my room right after having a horrifying dream. So I ran down stairs to the living room area where my mom had been sitting on the chair and I told her what happened in my dream and what I felt. She said she felt the same way. I eventually got up to grab a drink for my mom and I. Just as I turned my back to my mom she asked what happened to my back. I had no idea what she was talking about at first until she told me. The way she described the markings was as if I had been thrown against our coffee table we had at the time. I looked at my mom and said that is scary because in my dream I had been thrown against the coffee table. 8 months later we moved out, mind you my step-dad and my mom were no longer together.
Last and final story was when I was 16 years old. I had wanted to go and pay a visit to my grandmother at her grave so I just entered the Notre Dame cemetery and was starting to head to the back where my grandmother was. When suddenly this dark apparition was just standing staring right at me. Next thing I knew it was following me and I got a weird feeling to run and get out as fast as possible. So I started running for the exit and every time I looked back it got closer and closer. Still to this day I still feel that dark entity around when I am in some places or when I least expect it.”
“I was 14 years old and living with my nana. My grandpa had passed away four years prior to this incident.
I was home alone and my nana was at work. I was in the basement watching TV until a little while after she had left, when I decided to go upstairs and watch TV instead.
I got upstairs and settled down on the couch. I grabbed the remote control and the moment I turned the TV on this loud, ear-splitting, blood-curdling static noise blared out. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me where it was coming from. I played with the TV and wires attached to the TV thinking it was coming from the TV. No success.
I started getting a headache and as I was walking past the stairs to go to the washroom to get Advil, I realized it was coming from the basement. I then turned and slowly began to walk down the stairs. The static noise got louder and louder . I followed the noise, my head pounding at this point, until I got to this little radio on the floor beside my grandpa’s recliner. The freaky part? It wasn’t even plugged in. I hit it a few times and then it finally stopped. It didn’t ever happen again after that.
Honestly, I would like to believe that it was my Grandpa saying hi from beyond the grave, but I can’t. Ever since I was very young, way before my grandpa passed, I always got an uneasy feeling when I would go down there and still do to this day. I believe it was something else, I don’t know what, but I will never forget that noise.”
“I live in an old home in Meldrum Bay from the mid to late 1800’s. There is loads of activity at different times, such as banging, walking, cups moving, scents, and orbs.
I was in the down stairs bathroom and heard the wood stove door open and the poker pushing the coals around. So I figured ‘oh good my sister is up’ as she always tended the stove and gets the coffee on. I went into the dining room where the stove is and kitchen and no one was there. I went looking for my sister and she was in bed sleeping!
I have had little ones climb into bed with me. Also had a cat jump on my bed, couldn’t see it, yet felt it! I have seen the apparition of our missing cat.
One night I heard the basement doors open, and heard someone on the stairs coming up, then up the main floor steps and into my room. A black silhouette of a man, he walked right past my bed and stopped at the window. I just said ‘get out’ and turned my head away and went back to sleep lol. I should have asked who he was and why he was there. I never felt any emotions, no fear no nothing.
I have awoken in astral mode not realizing I’m in astral mode and was heading to the bath room. And around the corner came these beings, two females chitter chatting and one male. The male followed me into the bathroom and he knew what was going on because he walked to the wall and faced it. As I was to sit he looked over his left shoulder and I motioned with my finger to turn around. Again I walked out and went back to bed. I need to be more vocal and not be the watcher and start asking questions. I was told they were 12,000 year old gnomes and are 4 feet tall!
Recently I heard someone make a sound like a poker hitting the stove really loud when I was playing my music and heard the basement door open and close. No one there, guess they didn’t like Bruno Mars 🙂 Oh well, my house don’t like it get out lol.
I have many happenings here over the 28 yrs I have lived here. I am opening more and more and working my senses in mediumship and am seeing loads of fast pics coming at me. One confirmed, a long time friend friended me on Facebook and they had a pic on their profile of a man and woman in red. The fast pic I saw was a man and women in red outfit. They were a band so pic confirmed and that was within a week of seeing it!
I have many other happenings and I am sure many more to come!”
“I grew up on a farm in Port Colborne and was seeing and hearing the dead from a very young age. The house we lived in was really old and had been moved to different locations on our property.
The first apparition I saw was at the site of the original foundation…a woman and a little girl appeared to be going about their daily business. I never needed a make-believe friend, that little girl played with me (her name was Ida).
The house had been constructed one room at a time over the years, just slapping on rooms and wrapping the whole thing in clapboard. When we put up a new house, we tore down the old one piece by piece and the place took on a very sinister energy.
A man came forward who revealed that he had killed his family and then himself. Not only did I leave the house immediately, I refused to go near that side of the property for the remaining years that I lived there.”