Peterborough Ghosts: A Figure Sitting in the Recliner Chair

Location: Peterborough, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Randy on April 29, 2014:

“The year was 1988 and my friend Brent, his sister Brandy and myself were going to his grandma’s house for the weekend; as she was away and allowed us to stay there. She lived on a large forested lot backing onto the Trent water way. When you walk in the front door you’re in the TV room. Past that is the kitchen,
then the back room with pool table and sliding glass doors to the back yard.

Brent and I were playing pool around midnight and Brandy was watching us. I went into the kitchen to get a beer. Walking out I looked to the right at the TV room, which was dark, and saw a figure sitting in the recliner chair. I said, “Brent what are you doing?”, with no response. I said, “Brent what are you do–“, at that moment I heard Brent say, “who you talking to?” He was still at the pool table. I looked back at the chair and the figure was gone. I told Brent what I thought I saw in the chair. Brent replied “that was my grandpa’s chair”. He died earlier that year. All three of us shared the bed that night.”

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True Ghost Story: The Ghost Played The Drums

Location: Peterborough, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Montana on November 24, 2007:

“When I was at my friend’s place visiting, her and I stayed home while everyone else went out shopping. I always loved going to her house because a lot of freaky things happened that no one can explain. A lot of people would have haunted stories when they left the house. She lives out in the country so it’s very unlikely to have people come around. We were in the living room when we kept hearing her sister’s drums in the basement. We thought it was something that had to sound like the drums because no one was home. We went down to look (really creeped out to remind you) to see what it was. As we reached the last step on the stairs, the drumming stopped. We figured it had to be something else. Every time we went upstairs the sound continued again. And everytime we would go to look, it would stop.

So when we were finally annoyed, we went right downstairs and into her room. My friend had a middle room, then her bedroom. The door to her bedroom is really hard to open so you need a real good push to get it open. When I was in the door-way of the middle room, my friend right next to me was scared to death. The door to her bedroom was opening slowly like if someone was doing it. Then we heard a voice in the room and I regret that I did this, but we ran right upstairs. We were so scared of what had happened we decided that next time we go downstairs we would have her dad with us or a bat. To be honest, this wasn’t the first time freaky things has happened to me inside or outside of that house.”

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