Ghost report from Dominique Richard on April 1, 2018:
“We live in the original hospital in Lake Lenore, Saskatchewan. We didn’t think much of this house except that it was a big old house with a lot of history. We noticed weird happenings as soon as we moved in.
We had no idea of past paranormal activities so when my wife saw a young girl at the top of the stairway she assumed it was our young daughter. She called her name out but got no response, and the girl figure just vanished. My wife walked up the stairs and into my daughter’s room and found her sound asleep. She told me about it, but I brushed it off making fun of her.
Just a few days later, she heard a girl’s voice asking, “Do you remember me?” This was the last thing that happened for a few months until the day my own mother had an encounter. What makes this very interesting is how and when it happened. Let me give you a background about my mother. She is very religious and is a complete disbeliever of paranormal activities.
Well, that day she was sitting on our front porch playing a solitary game on the computer. It was mid-afternoon and obviously daylight. All of a sudden she heard a voice behind her saying “Hi Grandma”. Now, this would not be unusual except that none of the kids call her grandma but call her “Nanny”. Also, she was the only one home at the time. When she turned around, no one was there.
One day a friend of mine drove by and told me that we had forgotten the light turned on in the attic. He said he could see it from the attic window. I went up to the attic, but the light wasn’t on. I turned the light switch to the “on” position, but it wouldn’t turn on. After testing it I realized the bulb was burnt out. I removed the bulb.
A few days later we drove in the driveway and noticed a light on in the attic. I asked my wife if she had replaced the light bulb. She said no. When I got up to the attic, sure enough, there was no light bulb in the light socket. I will admit this was starting to get my attention. I will also have to admit I still was not a believer. Things started to pick up from there.
One day I was sitting down in our living room watching television with my daughter when we heard someone falling down the stairs and crashing into the door at the base of the stairs. This door is in the living room. We both started to grin and I actually said to my daughter, “Jean Marc had too much to drink again”. Jean Marc is my son, he lived with us at the time and being a teenager he sometimes would sneak out and have drinks with his friends. When my daughter and I walked over and opened the door…..no one was there. We proceeded upstairs and checked all four bedrooms, but found no one.
On other numerous occasions, our little dog would start barking at the walls for no reasons.
We have one bedroom down on the main floor where my wife and I sleep. Early one evening I wasn’t feeling well. So while the rest of the family was sitting in the living room watching TV, I decided to go lay down. I wasn’t lying down for more than five minutes when all of a sudden my pendulent light hanging from the ceiling started swinging violently actually hitting the ceiling. I called out for the rest of the family to come and see this. They came and saw what was happening. It kept going for two minutes and then stopped. Now, this was really starting to get my attention.
After that day things really got creepy.
One day I decided to go down and change the furnace filter. The only light in the basement was burnt and being that there are no windows in the basement it was quite dark. I asked my wife to shine a flashlight from the top of stairs so that I could walk down and change the light bulb. When I got down the stairs I heard this horrible growling coming from the right of me.
I bolted back upstairs. I asked my wife if she was trying to scare the shit out of me. She replied that she thought I was trying to scare her. From the beginning it was voices and things moving, that was kind of funny. But now I was getting worried.
One night I was sleeping by myself. Everyone else had gone to Regina for the night. I woke up from my sleep and saw a really freaky figure standing over me. It was lunicent, like a glow. It was not a human figure. The only way I could describe it was a large mosquito type figure. The scariest thing I ever saw. I felt like a little child, I actually covered my head with my blankets for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes. That night I layed awake with the light turned on.
In the last twelve years, things happen weekly. We will feel tugging on our sheets and blankets while in bed, someone walking upstairs even though no one is upstairs.
One day the wife and I were at the bar when this lady came over to us and asked us how we liked our house. We told her we liked it very much. She was the owner of the house before us. What she asked us next sent chills right to our bones. She asked us, “Have you met the little girl yet?”
“The huntings took place in the span of ten years. From the time I was 12 to 22, I was haunted every day of my life. All of these events truly took place, and hunt in my dream ever since.
It all began on the summer of 1993 when my family and I moved in our duplex. From the moment we set foot inside I felt watched but other than that nothing else happened.
After six months, this all changed. The first thing paranormal that I can remember was hearing disembodied voices coming from the basement. It always seemed like a conversation was going on, however as time went on the voices became more aggressive and it seemed that a male voice was yelling. Even our cat refuse to go downstairs.
Then the cupboards of the kitchen would open at night. My bedroom was near the kitchen, and I would hear it open and close the whole night. I would get up to check on the kitchen thinking it might be one of my brothers, but it always would be empty. I would close the cupboards again, but they would be open in the morning. My brothers would complain that they would hear rattling glass coming again from the kitchen.
Then things escalated quickly, as the presence was becoming physical. One day, my father was at his office when he heard banging and voices coming from the playroom next-door. He assumed it was one of us kids, got off his chair and went outside. As he peered his head out, a metal hanger was thrown at him. It was thrown with such force that it actually dented the wall. At this point, my father was livid and ready to scold but saw that he was by himself in the basement. In fact, nobody was home.
The violence progressed to the point that we woke up with bruises and scratches almost on a daily basis. My parents thought it might have been our cat but the scratches continued after he was given away.
It felt as if the presence was becoming bolder. We would see shadow people moving around our home from room to room. One day my mom thought she saw my brother going into their closet. She said she saw the door shut and she approach the door and said: “I see you “. When she opened the door it was empty. It got really intense after that.
Then I would hear walking around my bed coming closer and closer and heavy breathing. I was petrified of the night because I knew that it would happen. The worse happen one night when my sister was in my room. She slept in the bed next to me when I heard the footsteps. I put the covers over my head to avoid seeing whatever it was. Then as the steps grew closer I head rattling, like keys, and again heaving breathing but this time I could feel the hot breath over me and my covers were thrown off. I lost it and began to scream. My mother came in furious. I explained what happened but she didn’t believe me. My sister, however, told me years later that she had heard it too. I had asked her why she didn’t say anything to my mother, but she was afraid to say anything in case that spirit would get mad.
After this, I started to pray every day for help and as I did the haunting became less intense around me. I got involved in the Church and after talking to our local priest he agreed to do a blessing. But when the day came his car broke mysteriously. Then he got sick and he left the church. Sometimes I wonder if it was related to whatever was in my home had anything to do with it.
As time went on, the haunting seem to disappear when my sister got sick. She developed anorexia and would walk for hours. One day, my mom felt a sudden urgency to take her to the hospital. But when she searched for her hospital cards and ID they were missing. My mother didn’t care about having to pay out of pocket for the visit. Once she was at the hospital, the doctors soon found that my sister’s heart was super slow and she was taken in for intensive care. The doctor said had my mom waiting just a couple of hours more, she would have gone into cardiac arrest and probably die at home. When my mom called, the cards reappeared on the table. I was crying because I knew something wanted to prevent my sister from getting help. My sister had a long stay and was in and out of the hospital for years.
The hauntings resumed until I got married. I moved to Laval and I finally found peace until I realized that something followed me but that’s a whole different story for another time. My brothers said that the hauntings continued after I left until my parents had enough and moved away.
We still talk about it from time to time and wonder if the people who bought the place are ok.”
Ghost report from Dennis Wayne Smith on September 17, 2017:
“I joined the Navy in Hammond, Indiana in 1960. After Boot Camp in San Diego I was assigned to The USS Henry County (nicknamed “The Hawk”), a landing ship tank assigned to Amphibious Forces. Our job was to carry troops and their tanks. Hit the beach, open up the huge bow doors and they would roll off ashore and we would pull off and head back to sea. We only had a crew of 192 men including officers.
After going onboard and getting settled in I was assigned to the engineering department. I would be working as a boiler technician. I started out as a Fireman Apprentice and then Fireman and was fairly soon promoted to Boiler Technician 3rd class and was then put in charge of the Boiler Room. That was as high as I rose in the 4 years I served.
The day after I boarded the Hawk, many of the crew members were coming to me and introducing themselves and telling me where they were from. One of the guys was Bill Baylor, a tall and lanky, dark haired sailor from Hershey, Pennsylvania. We hit it off immediately and soon became best buddies. Bill had come aboard only 3 weeks before I had. Bill was an Engineman and rose in rank right along with me.
All the fun would soon be over. At the end of 1961, Russia resumed nuclear weapons testing ordered by Khrushchev. In early 1962, President John Kennedy announced we would do the same to answer the threat. The USS Henry County was selected to be one of the ships participating in the tests.
We steamed out of Long Beach on July 12, 1962, headed for Pearl harbor, Hawaii where we would re-supply food, fuel and fresh water. From there we would steam to what was termed the Johnston/Christmas Island Danger Zone designated Operation Dominic. The Hawk was part of Joint Task Force 8. The base we would operate from would be Johnston Island which was 823 nautical miles SSW of Hawaii. We would be steaming between Johnston and Christmas Island participating in the nuclear tests.
After 9 days at sea we sighted Diamond Head lying off our starboard side. We continued on down to enter the channel that would lead us to the Pearl Harbor Naval Base where we would tie up.
The next night after berthing at a pier, Bill, myself, and one of the welders hit the beach. We stopped at a little bar out on Waikiki. At muster the next morning it was announced that myself, Bill, and Howard Sayers (Second Class Electrician’s Mate) had been chosen to attend radiology school for five days. Three days after the classes ended we pulled away from our pier and headed down the channel and to the sea on our way to Johnston Island.
At 0500 hours on the third day we began approaching Johnston Island which was really not an island but just an atoll. We anchored 1,000 yards out from the break-wall that had been built around the atoll. We were all issued a dosimeter — a small, black round object that would hang from a cord around our necks. We were told these would be ‘read’ from time to time to detect how many roentgens we were being exposed to. They never were.
Bill, Howard, and I were seated on the deck just inside the port hatch. We knew a B-52 had left Hickam headed our way with a payload. It would be a surface drop of a multi-megaton nuclear bomb. We had no idea where the Hawk’s position would be in relation to this drop. This drop was designated “Shot Chama”. We had no idea what that meant either. The countdown was blared throughout the ship:
“D – MINUS TEN MINUTES”
We three looked at each other. Howard shrugged — that was all he knew to do.
The overhead lights blinked off and on. I could hear the engines changing speeds trying to maintain some sort of station. The engines shut down. There was silence. The speakers blared: “Brace for base surge.” We had been warned about the ‘base surge’ in radiology school. “Ten seconds to base surge – 9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…”
It was like a giant’s hand had slapped the side of the Hawk. I was thrown against the bulkhead behind me. Bill’s head slammed into the bulkhead behind him. The Hawk took a 20 degree list to starboard and then bobbed back up on an even keel. On the deck under us we could hear the damage control parties: “What the hell!” “Mary, Mother of God.”
The ship’s speakers crackled: “Damage control teams to port and starboard shaft alleys for damage inspection. Report to CIC. Radiology team lay topside.” That was us. We got the hatch undogged and stepped outside. The heat was worse than inside. Daylight was just breaking. The sky on the southern horizon was unnaturally white with a greenish hue. It was like being on another planet, looking at an alien sky.
We headed below decks, stripped down and hit the showers. Doc stationed himself outside the shower stalls with his own Geiger Counter. Howard was the first to come out of the shower. He stood with his arms out and legs spread while Doc ran the wand over him. There was no clicking from the Geiger counter. I came out next and assumed the position. Doc pronounced me ‘clean’. Bill came out. There was some clicking under his right armpit. He went back into the shower. When he came back out, the clicking continued. He headed back into the shower. When he came back out the third time, the clicking had stopped. Bill was clean.
The next nuclear test was two days later. This time the weapon would be carried aloft by a Thor missile and detonated in the ionosphere above us. It was designated “Blue Bird.” We were each issued a pair of dark goggles with one-inch thick lens.
At 0100 hours we were all seated topside with our knees pulled up. Even with the goggles you had to bury your head into your arms because the initial flash would blind you. The control room on the island was coming through the ship’s speakers: “The blue bird has left the island – stand by”. We didn’t need to be told that. We were close enough to see the Thor missile lift from its pad and hear the roar and see the flame. It quickly disappeared into the blackness of the night. We waited. Then the countdown:
“D – minus 30 seconds.”
We buried our heads and closed our eyes. “10 – 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1”
With the goggles on, my face buried in my arms, and my eyes shut, I still saw a flash of light. We waited. The speakers came alive: “All hands may now observe detonation.”
We removed our goggles and looked up. The sky was on fire. A deep, dark, boiling red, covering the entire sky. There seemed to be lightning bolts flashing through it. There were audible gasps all around me. I heard an unknown voice somewhere behind me, “Now we know what hell looks like”. Somebody else said, “The hell we do, this shit would scare the piss out of Satan!”
We had steamed southeast to Palmyra Island and anchored just outside the lagoon. We were here for what the Navy called R and R (Rest and Relaxation). Hot dogs, hamburgers – we were even allowed beer brought from Johnston Island. Some of the guys were in the lagoon splashing around. A baseball game was underway. Bill, Suds, Howard, several guys from deck force, and operations and me had a game of tag football going. The longer our game went the more competitive it became. Pretty soon the ‘tagging’ was replaced by full contact tackling. Bill and Suds and their crew were on the opposite team from me and Howard and our guys. When it finally ended, there were bloody noses and torn t-shirts. I don’t even remember which side won but it was great fun. Everybody seemed to be in a good mood as we piled aboard the LCVPs and the sun was setting.
Bill set down in a corner of the boat, “Man, I must really be out of shape. Damn, I’m tired and ache in every bone.” He didn’t feel like eating chow that night. I said, “They’ve got ice cream. Do you want me to bring you a bowl?” He thought a second, “Nah, I don’t think so.”
After chow I went back to the berthing area to get Bill for the movie but he was sound asleep. I went back to the mess hall and watched a movie. Halfway through just about everyone walked out, including me. Reveille came at 0530.
When I jumped out of my rack I noticed Bill was already up. I tied a towel around my waist, grabbed my shaving kit and stumbled to the head. An engineman named Mosley was shaving at the sink next to mine. I never cared much for Mosley. He resembled a chipmunk to me, buck-teeth and all. He said, “Where’s your buddy, Baylor?” I said, “Probably looking for you to whip your butt.” Mosley was patting cheap after shave on his jaws, “No man, I’m serious. He was supposed to stand the mid-watch on the auxiliary engines. I went to wake him up but he wasn’t in his rack. Hell, I couldn’t find him anywhere. Mac had to take the watch.”
I went back to my rack and climbed into my dungarees and boondockers. I headed to the mess hall to grab a cup of coffee and climbed the ladder to the main deck which I did alone most mornings to gather my thoughts and try to catch a breeze of some sort. As I moved forward I saw Bill up by the forward gun tub.
When I got to him I said, “Where in hell have you been, buddy? A lot of guys looking for you. You didn’t relieve the watch last night”. Bill said, “I know I didn’t”. That concerned me a little. I said, “Are you okay,Bill?” He smiled, “Actually, I feel better than I have ever felt in my life”.
That also disconcerted me for some reason. Bill had a strange aura about him, as though he was glowing just a little. It had to be the rising sun to his back causing the effect. But he also had a very slight scent of cinnamon about him which made no sense. For some reason we started talking about our adventures: the fun we had at the Rose Bowl Parade in Pasadena on New Years Eve 1960, watching The Washington Huskies defeat the Minnesota Golden Eagles in the Rose Bowl the next day, all the fun we had on the Pike Amusement Park in Long Beach chasing the girls, and the western sing-a-longs at Knotts Berry Farm. We laughed and talked for an hour.
Finally I said, “Lets go get some chow, buddy, before it’s all gone”. Bill said, “Not now, I’ll be down in a little while, maybe”. I said, “Make it quick or it will all be gone”.
As I turned to leave Bill stopped me. Putting his arm around my shoulder he said, “About that Australia thing, that was just a pipe dream, Den. I want you to promise me you’ll take care of yourself and go home and marry that raven-haired girl you talk about. She’s waiting for you”. I said, ”How would you know that?” He smiled again, “I just know, believe me I do. Hell, I might even be at the wedding if you’ll have me”. I said, “We’ll talk about it later” and headed down below for some chow.
After leaving the mess hall I headed down the passage way that led by sick bay where old Doc Bailey ruled the roost. As I passed, the hatch door was open. I noticed someone was on the hospital bed with a sheet over his head. I stuck my head in and said, “Who you got there, Doc?” He shook his head. “It’s your friend Bill, Smitty. I’m afraid we’ve lost him. He woke me up around 2300 saying he was in pain everywhere. I got him in here and he started throwing up. I gave him something to put him out but he was gone before he even swallowed it.”
I stumbled back against the bulkhead. I said, “You’re crazy Doc, I just talked with Bill a short time ago up topside!” Doc reached over and pulled the hatch shut and dogged it down. Doc said, ”Listen to me Smitty! I’ve been in this man’s navy nigh on 30 years. World War 2 and the Korean Conflict and I’ve seen it all. I’ve seen too many dead men and I’ve heard what you’re saying many times. The bottom line is I believe you talked to Bill on the main deck earlier because I’ve seen this before. But the fact is, your good friend has been dead close to 8 hours and lying right here”.
He pulled a little of the sheet back. It was Bill. A cold shiver ran down my back and my hands were shaking. Doc grabbed my arm and said, “Get ahold of yourself. As I’ve told you, what happened to you is not all that uncommon but if you have any sense at all you’ll keep it between us. You want an honorable discharge when you get out and not a Section 8. You wouldn’t be able to get a job at a dump. Just let it go, Smitty”.
I nodded okay but the chill was still with me. Doc said, “I’ve notified the Captain. A hospital boat is on it’s way to take Bill back to the Island where he’ll be flown to Hawaii and back to Pennsylvania”. Doc handed me a key, “In the meantime I want you to go to his locker and get all his things out and bring them back here so they can go with him. I know you would be the one he would want to do it”.
The chill was still running up and down my spine as I went to get Bill’s seabag and then to his locker to put all his things in it.
While going through his locker I found a piece of paper with Bill’s handwriting. It looked as though he had started a poem of some kind but hadn’t finished it:
Steaming On A Sea of Red By William Baylor Steaming, Steaming, Upon A Sea Of Red. Steaming, Steaming, Upon A Sea Of Red. Dare We Pray Tonight For Sleep Or Rest? Or Would A Moment’s Lack Of Vigilance Bring Us That Eternal Sleep That Knows No Sound? Being Young And Foolish, We Do Not Know.
I slipped the piece of paper into my own pocket and I still have it. I carried it all back up to sickbay still totally bewildered.
In August of 1964 I received an Honorable Discharge and headed back to Indiana. The dreams started a month or so after I returned home: Bill and I talking that morning up by the forward gun tub. All of it. Word for word. The scent of cinnamon, the aura of light. Right up to me heading below decks. But it wasn’t that often, maybe once every 2 months or so.
As the years wore on, strangely, the dreams increased. It’s now to the point, after all these years, that the same dream comes to me at least once a week and sometimes even more often. My wife Linda is the one who told me I should write about it because it might be therapeutic for me. I can only hope it is. Hoping and praying. I certainly don’t mind having dreams about my friend. I would like to have dreams about some of our adventures. But it’s the same dream, word for word, over and over.
Everyone aboard the Hawk signed paperwork that nothing we saw or heard at Operation Dominic would not be revealed to anyone for 30 years which would be 1992. And I have honored that.”
“I first noticed strange things in my house when I moved in 17 years ago. It’s just a small, older bungalow not far from the harbour.
It all started with footsteps in our unfinished attic. Not long after, I would notice the light on the clock radio in my kitchen would turn on by itself. I’d switch it off using the manual switch that you had to click upwards twice before it turned on, and down twice before it could turn off… only to find it back on shortly thereafter and I was home alone.
Many times I would stand at my kitchen sink and while I was doing dishes I could hear someone call my name loudly. I would run to the next room to see who it was, yet my spouse would be sleeping or I would be home alone. Once I saw the reflection of a man in what appeared to be a farmer’s hat behind me through the reflection in the window above the sink.
Less than a year after I moved in, I witnessed one of the scariest things. The bottom drawer of our dresser came flying out across the room with such force that it broke in four pieces without explanation. To this day I still get chills thinking about it.
Our German shepherd would fiercely and endlessly bark at one corner of our living room at something only she could see.
Items often go missing for days or weeks on end. Sometimes I yell at the unseen being to bring it back and usually it reappears somewhere we’ve searched many times over before. Other times items have seemed to have been thrown across the room by nothing.
Once, my mother was visiting and she walked into the bathroom, the medicine cabinet opened and a glass bottle flew and narrowly missed her.
Another time my brother was over and he and I were speaking in the kitchen and a large old tin can that I kept on the refrigerator that was filled with change and batteries and whatnot flew at his head, he barely jumped out of the way before it could strike him.
Our cupboard doors have slammed open and shut on their own and even scared my brute of a husband.
My mother and brother who’d been sleeping at the opposite end of the house once rushed to my room because they both claimed they heard me screaming for help in the middle of the night. When in fact everyone in our home, myself included, were all sound asleep.
My brother, his girlfriend, and myself have all seen the apparition of a young boy in my house which we later discovered we would all describe the same way.
These are only a few of the tales I could tell. We’ve burned sage and said a prayer over the home but haven’t had the need to have it blessed. For the most part it is harmless, just unnerving.”
“Hello everyone, finally I got a chance to share my story with you all. It happened when I used to read in school, probably I was in 7th grade. That time I lived in 27 Tejkunipara, Farmgate. I was born in that house.
Many times we — I mean me, my mom, and my sister — used to hear a strange sound in our house. The sound used to come from the middle of the dining room. The sound was like someone is opening a door, like in horror movie we hear when a door opens, that kind of sound. We were used to it. But one day one incident happened. I was very upset for some issue. I was crying and I just said if there is any spirit around me please take me with you. I shouldn’t have utter those words. The day after I started hearing someone calling me. It was like my mom’s voice and I used to run to my mom and ask mom did you call me? Mom said no maybe you just heard wrong. It happened many times with me.
One night me and my sister were about to sleep, we were under a mosquito net. Lights were off. Suddenly we could hear loud sounds. It was like many bats were moving their wings and jumping on our net. We got very scared. The next day my mom said keep our maid with you tonight lets see. That night we three heard the same sound. I asked our maid to switch on the light, she was brave to switch on and there was absolutely nothing on the net. Only for two days we heard that sound. But the calling my name didn’t stop. Still my father was not believing what we felt.
After few days, my father suddenly called everyone. It was noon time. He asked all of us to look into our aquarium and find our gold fish. We used to have two gold fish but other one died so one was left. We looked carefully but it was nowhere. The gold fish came back around after 2hrs. Next day also the same incident took place around same time. Then my father said something strange is happening in our house.
Again after some days I saw a shadow of a little girl with a pony tail. She was running from our drawing room and vanished in our varanda. It was day time when I saw this. I shouted loudly and ran to my mom.
Then my father said we should go to Church and shall discuss it with Father. I was Christian before I got married, now I am following Islam. Anyways, we went to church and the Father said to my parents not to leave me alone not even in the washroom and he gave some holy water to sprinkle in our house. After we sprinkled the holy water, that spirit started disturbing more…Still I feel shaky when I recall my memories. When I opened my eyes I could hear someone is calling me and when I closed my eyes I could feel someone is running and would stop near me. The whole night I couldn’t sleep.
I still remember it was the next day around 4:45am, it was two minutes before Fajor Ajan when I heard that voice for the last time. This time the voice was coming from far away, she called my name three times. And till now I didn’t hear that voice again.
If my story get published in your website I will be happy. Thank you for your patience.”
“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.”