Winnipeg Ghosts: ‘It Crawled Into Bed With Him’

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Location: Winnipeg, ManitobaCanada

Ghost report from Sandy:

“Me, my boyfriend, and 3 kids moved into this house about 11 years now. It was built in 1913. The first year we moved in was ok, we didn’t really notice anything. Then we started to hear sounds like something other than us were here.

One morning I was getting my kids up for school and daycare, and my daughter asked me to go into the basement to get a black binder for her French class at school. So I went downstairs to look around for one and told her to sit at the couch with her little brothers.

I went downstairs and shut the door behind me. I was looking around and then all of a sudden I heard a voice right behind me saying, “Can I help you?”

It sounded like a kid’s voice so I looked to see if the kids came down but the door was closed. I looked to see if the radio was on or the computer was on, but they weren’t.

It totally creeped me out. I asked my daughter if she was down there with me. She said no she was sitting at the couch with her brothers.

I wasn’t the only one hearing stuff here. My daughter sat on the couch one morning up by herself and heard the utensil drawer open in the kitchen and then close again.

Also, when she was about 11, she was in her room listening to music while sitting on her bed. She says she got up to turn it up a bit and when she turned around it looked like something sat on the bed. Her dad, myself, and her 2 brothers were watching TV in the living room and we could hear her yelling and crying, running downstairs.

We asked her what happened and she told me, so I went upstairs to check it out but didn’t see anything.

Another night we put the kids to bed, and me and their dad were lying in bed just about to fall asleep when we heard our chair moving around in the dining room for about a minute, then it stopped.

We were spooked but didn’t say anything to the kids. We did come down to see if there was a break-in or something, but there was nothing.

My brother stayed here for a few nights one time alone and when we got back he told me that he saw something sitting in the living room but didn’t know what it was.

Another time, my brother, his girlfriend, and baby daughter slept over for 2 nights and everyone was downstairs. She went upstairs to get something and came running downstairs and said, “Did you hear a little girl laughing just now upstairs?” None of us heard anything from downstairs.

We never told anyone we ever thought this house had a ghost until someone else noticed that maybe this house was haunted.

Another time, me and the kids were out of town and their dad stayed home for a couple nights. He told me that one night he was falling asleep and he felt something or someone crawl into bed with him. So he turned around and thought it was me home. He was alone and would have heard us coming up the stairs.

My kids are a bit older now and it seems like the last couple of months it’s been happening again.

My son told me he was in his room about to sleep and shut his eyes when he heard a soft voice say to him “wake up”. It scared him, he came and asked me if we were talking to him and we said no. He didn’t want to sleep in his room that night.

I know this sounds crazy or not believable but it is, it’s all true. I didn’t want to tell anyone so I thought maybe I’d tell it here.”

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Winnipeg Ghosts: It Calls Us By Name

Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Laura on December 31, 2014:

“Back in 2003, my husband and I moved into a beautiful 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment in another building in our complex, as our son had just turned a year old, and we needed more space. It is a great older complex, only three stories high, with a secluded courtyard in the middle for residents. This new apartment offered everything we needed; it was two stories, with the bedrooms and larger bath being on the second floor, and we loved it from the day we moved in.

Within the first few weeks, we noticed an odd feeling at night upstairs, especially when laying in bed trying to fall asleep. It felt like someone was “watching” you at all times; there was just that uneasy, uncomfortable feeling that you were not alone. Though neither of us talked about it at that time, we later came to find out we were both experiencing the same feelings.

Then, odd things started to happen – when sitting downstairs in the living room, you would hear footsteps right above you (in what is the master bedroom). We chalked this up to it being an old apartment building; with creaky floors, and other tenants beside us, it could be just the floor settling or something like that. But then we started to hear deliberate steps upstairs – the exact same sound as when an actual person crosses the rooms. This was harder to explain away.

Next came the issues with the shower; it is an old building, and with that comes I am sure lots of plumbing issues. But we started hearing the shower upstairs turn on – when everyone was on the lower floor. When we would walk up the stairs, and get to the bathroom door – it would shut off. We figured it must be the plumbing – maybe pressure in the pipes, etc – so we called the building manager to come take a look. To this day, they cannot find anything wrong with that shower, and have replaced all parts repeatedly; but it continues to turn on and off, and only when nobody is upstairs; but as soon as you walk up the staircase, it shuts off.

There is also an ongoing feeling of not being alone in the bathroom when showering – you hear shuffling noises outside the curtain, or see shadows, but as soon as you open the curtain to look – it stops.

Many times, we see things move in the corner of your vision; always in your peripheral – it looks like something darts quickly away. This happens a lot when sitting in the living room – you will catch movement at the top of the stairs, almost as if someone/something was at the top step, and quickly went back up.

After about a year living here, we would be falling asleep and just about to drift off, when you feel like someone yells “HEY!” really loud in your ear. This happens to both my husband and myself, but never at the same time. We will be laying right beside each other, but the other person will not hear it too – but it happens to both of us, on a regular basis. There have been rarer occasions where both of us have heard someone whisper our first names in our ear (again, never loud enough for the other person to hear), but each of us have experienced it, and the voice is very clear and easy to understand.

Other times, when laying in bed, you will get woken up – immediately from deep sleep – to absolutely wide awake – like when a person is awoken by a loud noise. You will lay there, heart pounding, frantically listening for whatever woke you – but there is nothing.

Both my husband and I have also had our legs and feet touched when laying in bed – either when falling asleep, or just as you are drifting off – it feels like someone smacks your leg, from near the foot of the bed – not hard enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention.

From the time my son turned two years old, he started having trouble sleeping through the night. He would wake up in a panic, and scream for us – we would run to his room (only a few feet from our own), and he would be hysterically crying. After calming him down, he would refuse to tell us what was wrong – but would instead want to come sleep with us. This went on for a few months, before he finally told us what was scaring him at night – he said “I don’t like the scary man that stands in the hallway”.

After talking at length with him, he shared with us that he sees an “old man”, who “stands outside his bedroom door looking at him”.

Being an early childhood educator, I did not want to dismiss his fears, but I also wanted to look at the whole situation, to see if there was any other reasons for what my son was feeling (bad dreams, overactive imagination, stress or anxiety, etc). But nothing else, no other explanation, ever emerged; and to this day (he is now 12 years old), he is adamant that not only did he see this man, but he saw him on a regular basis in the years since.

When he first shared his experience with us, my husband and I had not talked about our experiences around our son, nor had we talked about ghosts in general with him. So when all three of us had experienced separate unusual events, we started to think our home may have spirits.

So that night, while my husband took my son out, I stood in his bedroom, and said “I don’t know who you are, or if you are here – but my name is Laura, and this is OUR home. You are NOT allowed to bother my son – this is HIS home, and you are not allowed to scare him, show yourself to him, enter his bedroom, stand in that hallway, or make him uncomfortable in any way. Whether or not you were trying to scare him – you are – and it stops NOW.”.

When my family returned home, we performed a smudge of our whole home (my husband is Sioux), and of ourselves. One night when my husband’s cousin was over visiting, we started telling him about what had been happening, and our experiences. He is deeply involved in their Sioux culture, and had a lot of knowledge about situations like this. After listening to everything we shared, he believed we were dealing with a “Trickster” spirit, who was basically playing games with us, with the intent of causing pranks/drama. He also pointed out that in a complex of this size, and this old, there were bound to be many people who had passed away in this building; and some of their spirits may still be here. Which could also explain why the activity comes and goes on a regular basis – they could be wandering throughout the complex. He recommended that we continue what we were doing – claim our home verbally, with intent and forcefulness, and continue to smudge on a regular basis.

I have spoken with a few neighbours over the years about it, and they too have had unexplained experiences in their apartments, on a consistent yet not every day basis.

Over the years, we find the activity kicks up every few months, and when it becomes a regular occurrence, we smudge again, and verbally claim our home. This seems to help, and makes the activity lesson. We still get the voice/breathing in our ears at night, hear footsteps, have the shower turn on and off, see shadows dart in the corner of your vision, and feel like you are being “watched”; but it has never escalated beyond that, and we do not feel like something here means us any harm. We are still here after 11 years, and have no plans of leaving based on the paranormal experiences we encounter.

And as our son has grown older, we have kept open lines of communication about it all; making sure he knows he can share any feelings or experiences with us, and that we will tackle them as a family.”

NOTE FROM MICHELLE MCKAY: Everything that this family is doing to keep the activity relatively calm is right on target, bravo to this family!! For those having difficulty with troublesome spirits please see my article here.

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Winnipeg Ghosts: Lizzie Loves Her Victorian Kitchen

Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Tim on Aug 14, 2014:

“I moved into an old Folk Victorian home in Osborne Village on June 15th, 2003 with my cat Mila. It was a home which needed considerable renovations done to it but the location and price was ideal. Little did I know that I was not the only resident in the home.

The very next morning I cooked myself breakfast, turned on the old, yellow stove and watched my omelette. All of a sudden, the fridge door swung open and hit me in the back. I turned, closed it and thought to myself that the floor must be uneven. I suddenly realized that my omelette stopped cooking. The element had been turned off! I turned it back on and as I did, the freezer door of the fridge swung open. Oh, oh! I suddenly realized I was not alone. I went off to work and came home to find the microwave door was wide open.

The next morning, as I made my breakfast, all of a sudden my cat Mila hissed and hissed while staring above my fridge for five minutes! She had never done this before in her 20 years with me! For a split second, I thought I saw a hand pet down her back while she was hissing continually staring upwards above the fridge.

The following 3 years were constant phenomenon in my home although mostly all circled around the kitchen. I would wake in the morning frequently to find all the lights turned on despite the regular check before bed which included turning off all lights, checking the locks of the entry doors and setting the security system.

Every time I would vacuum, regardless of whether it was the shop vac, the central vac or the Electrolux vacuum, as I passed through the kitchen, the vacuums would be turned off. Obviously ‘she’ did not like the noise one bit.

One evening, I was busy putsying around the kitchen area putting this away, emptying some boxes and generally trying to make the house more liveable, I found myself thinking of various derivatives of the name ‘Elizabeth’. I became conscious of this and wondered why on earth would I be thinking of all those abbreviations. The following day, I received in the mail from Land Titles the names of the past owners and their mortgage copies. One name popped out like a neon sign! It was the name “Elizabeth Hill”, one of the longest owners of the home along with her husband Edgar. I later found out that she preferred the name “Lizzie” and both her and her husband had died in the home. He died in the 30’s and she died in the mid 50’s. She was a house ‘frau’ – kind of woman who loved her baking, cooking and canning and would spend much of her time around the kitchen which explained the constant phenomenon there.

in 2005, I went on a Ghost Tour of Winnipeg and the tour guide and I spoke at the end of the tour. I told him my home was haunted and he was all too keen to come over and check out the premises. He brought his wife along with an amplitude of equipment and wandered around the home with his electromagnetic meters and other paraphernalia. His wife and I chatted while he wandered all three floors, then came back and said “I can’t seem to find anything here”. He then showed me how the electromagnetic meter moved from 0 to 5 when held close to the plug outlets. I told him that I can’t possibly be crazy, I had had constant activity daily from her. He wandered around again only to shortly proclaim “I’ve got a live AND strong one!!!” I stood behind him and the electromagnetic meter wasn’t going 0 – 5, it was jumping from 180 – 220 back and forth. He followed her up to the stairway and then she disappeared. She reappeared a second time and then vanished for good.

Several people who saw her said she was a little, old lady with curly white hair who also had dementia so she had no clue that she had passed on. Lizzie’s phenomenon continued for about a year after that and then subsided. I kept encouraging her to ‘go to the light’ so she must have finally listened.”

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True Ghost Story: Heavy Breathing Right Beside My Ear


Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Caley on March 20, 2014:

“I had this experience on the night of March 1st 2014 when I was at my sister’s house babysitting her children.

My sister and brother-in-law were going to a party and would not be back until very early in the morning. So it was my job to put the kids to bed and then watch the house until they came back. As I knew that I would be spending the night there and would most likely be awake for the most part (I work night shifts so it is normal for me to be awake for most of the night). I packed a few things to entertain myself: a handheld game, an mp3 player, and a book of ghost stories. I mention the book because I very much believe that it is possible to ‘prime’ yourself for a ghost experience by reading books or watching movies, which turns normal noises and such into ‘ghosts’. To be fair, I’m still not quite convinced that this did not happen to me, but the experience I had was strange enough that I’m not so sure.

The first part of the night went smoothly. We watched a couple of movies, I read a story book, and the kids went to sleep. This would have been around eleven at night. I turned off some of the lights and went to lie down on the couch and read my book. After a while I got a bit tired and decided to have a nap, so I stretched out on the couch and put the book over my eyes to keep out the light. I alternated between having short naps and reading/playing my game, covering my eyes each time I tried to sleep, until my sister and brother-in-law came home at around three in the morning. We talked briefly about the kids and then they went upstairs to go to bed, with the parting warning that the kids would be awake early so to get what sleep that I could.

After my sister and brother-in-law went to bed I stayed up for about an hour, reading my book, when I decided to try to sleep to ‘kill time’ while I was waiting for the kids to get up. My sister had turned off most of the lights that I had left on with the exception of the living room lights which were on a dimmer, as that was where I was staying. I turned these lights down to make the room a bit darker before I tried to sleep, layed down on the couch, and put the book over my eyes again.

Shortly after putting the book over my eyes, but before I could fall asleep, I heard the floor start to creak. I should mention at this point that my sister lives in an older house with hardwood floors — I’m sure everyone knows the type, you can’t move over them without the floor creaking in some places. So here I am, laying on the couch with a book over my eyes and the floor is creaking, and the first thought in my head is ‘one of the kids must be up and want something’.

So I pulled the book off of my face, fully expecting to see either my niece or nephew. There was nothing there. Not only that, but as soon as I took the book away and looked, the noise stopped. It puzzled me a little because I was *convinced* that I was hearing one of the kids. I put it off as a normal noise that the house made — I had never spent the night here before so how would I know what was normal?

I made myself comfortable again and put the book back over my face to try to sleep. The second I put the book over my eyes the noise started again. Creak…creak…creak…I took the book off of my eyes and looked towards the noise again. Just like before, as soon as I took the book away and looked, the noise stopped and there was nothing there.

Now I was getting a bit creeped out, I’m not ashamed to admit. Not only because of the noise but because it was so deliberate to me. It sounded like a person trying to sneak across the floor. Like they would take a step, hear the noise, pause, check and see if I reacted, then take another step and so on. Still, I was sure it was just a normal noise and I was just turning it into something paranormal, so I prepared to go to sleep a third time, laying back and putting the book over my face. This time, no steps, but something far worse — the sound of heavy breathing right beside my ear. I *tore* the book from my face and I was absolutely certain I would see something. Nothing there. This time I got up, looked around the living room, in the kitchen, the hall, up the stairs, and at the kids’ rooms. Nothing there. Doors to the kids rooms were closed.

I was freaked out, I can tell you. I did not try to sleep again!

Looking back on it, I still try to dismiss it as a normal noise that I ‘turned into’ a haunting. The creaks on the floor could have been the house settling. The breathing could have been my own breathing that I was hearing because the book over my face made it sound like it was coming from somewhere else. However, I hadn’t heard any creaking at any other point during the night, and I hadn’t heard the breathing any other time I put the book over my face…who knows?”

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True Ghost Story: Child Dressed In White

Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Anne on May 26, 2013:

“We used to live on Mcggregor in Winnipeg. Our house was built 1912. The owner of the house bought it for his son. Apparently his son died because of a heartbreak. He is one of the ghosts there. My brother saw a child sitting on my parent’s bed, it was a child 8 years old dressed in white. We heard footsteps day/night. My dad worked every and every time he went down the TV is on and the candles but no one was there. We stayed there for 2 years, then we moved to Steinbach. The ghost in our house are friendly and they really like us.”

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True Ghost Story: We Will Kill You

Location: Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Brittany on May 16, 2013:

“These events occurred when my mother, sister and I lived in a large house on Snowdon Ave. My sister and I had our very own rooms right next to each other and my moms was adjacent to the washroom. All of our bedrooms were on the second level of the house, and for some odd reason my mom wouldn’t sleep in her bedroom. She would always sleep with my sister or myself. Being little girls this didnt bother us in anyway, but rather sparked our curiosity as to why mom, who is an adult, is afraid of her own bedroom with a walk-in closet no less. So it eventually became the norm at night and that was fine.

So shortly afterward my Aunt came to stay with us as she had fallen on hard times. One night my mom crawled into my bed and my Aunt into my sister’s (my aunt is a very petite woman) and we all fell asleep. Shortly after I woke to my mom whispering down the stairs to my aunty who was apparently in the kitchen. She said “pssst, Danielle don’t leave the fridge door open and put the bread away!” My aunty replied. But to my mom’s shock she was still in my sister’s bedroom next door. So my mom asked “well who’s downstairs?!” My aunt ran to the stairs to see the kitchen, and the fridge door slammed shut and being all girls in the house no one went down to investigate.

I remember my sister and I would play in my mom’s room during the day, swinging on the bars in her closet. Until we both saw a large shadow of a lady wearing what we described as a funny hat. She walked right from one end of the room to the window, then the shadow was gone. We ran down to the kitchen to tell my mom and my aunt.. and all she said is “I know”. “Well who is she?” I asked. My mom said she was a lady that likes her bedroom and doesn’t want anyone in it. I said “ok but WHY?” Mom said to never mind and just dont play in there. So my sister and I went out in the yard to play when we heard my aunt scream to stop it! We ran inside to see what was wrong and every cupboard door and drawers were open.

That winter there was a severe winter storm, known to Winnipegers as the Storm of 97′. And my mother was acting strange. She was sitting looking out the living room window and insisted my Aunt go and get the newspaper. Of course my aunt was reluctant, it was one awful storm. But my mom was almost in tears so she did. My mom tore open the paper frantically looking for something and then she found it. My great-grandmother had just passed away the day before and no one had informed us. How my mom knew I do not know.

The last straw was when we got a letter underneath our side door.. it read: “we are the owners of this house, we don’t like you and want you out. If you do not leave we will kill you”. Thinking it was a really mean prank my mom called the cops. But that very same day my Aunt fell down a flight of stairs going into the basement and insists to this day she was shoved. We all heard her fall.

Also there was a frantic shadow in my mom’s room. We shut the door and pretended it didn’t happen. We moved out about 2 weeks later or so.

Now that I am older my mom finally told me what really happened there. Apparently that large shadow we’ve all seen was a lady that used to live there in the forties. Her own sister had stabbed her to death due to an undiagnosed mental disorder.. thinking she was the devil. The large lady then crawled bleeding into her closet to die. Shortly after her death, the house was purchased by a man and his wife. The man believed the woman to be cheating with women, so he shot her ‘execution style’ and buried the body in the basement. After that many people have lived there and I have no idea if anything happened to them. We were just little girls at the time so it wasn’t that bad.

My sister had an imaginary friend named Stacy and she would only talk to her sitting in the closet. One day she said “I want to play with my sister now “, and we never heard about Stacy again.”

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