Tag: Vancouver

Location: North Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Lynn on Oct 26, 2010:

 “I moved in with my boyfriend to the basement of his grandmother’s house. My boyfriend had disclosed to me that when he was around seven years old he saw the face of a demon through the window downstairs. After a month I began to cry when I would have to be left alone in the house. It always felt like someone, or something, did not want me in the house. When i would work out by myself in the hallway (the only space for my treadmill) I would hear a man’s voice in my head saying “get out” “just leave” “go away”. I knew it wasn’t my imagination as I had never heard the male voice before. I told my boyfriend about this. His grandfather and uncle are both deceased, and he told me they both agreed that girlfriends or boyfriends were not allowed overnight. It was forbidden. I began talking to the voices when I worked out, saying that I respected the grandmother very much. I thought maybe if it was a disgruntled spirit I must be calming it, or at least calming my imagination.

But a month later new things happened. I would wake up every night at 3am, as if someone was telling me to wake up. I always went back to sleep, but the regularity of it seemed odd. After a couple weeks of that when I’d wake up at 3am I would go and sleep in my 2 year old son’s bed with him. The instant I layed down I began hearing voices in my head (and no I do not have any mental history). I would hear my boyfriend’s mom crying like she were a little girl, I’ld hear the other siblings saying horrible things like “don’t do that” “help me” “no.” I was hearing all of them in my head when they were children. I also began seeing in my head memories that weren’t mine. Like hiding under a bed afraid, or running away. I told all this to my boyfriend, he believed me and told me his family past. Well turns out the siblings were abused I guess in some form, and always were abusing each other. I guess growing up in the home was a fearful thing. I don’t know if an actual spirit was giving me these experiences, or maybe it was just the energy of the house. But since we moved out I refuse to go back there.”

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Location: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

The following report was sent into our website on Oct 24, 2004:

“I was living with my best friend at the time, in an old house that his parents had completely renovated about 2 years previously. His mom had moved to California, and his dad took a contract job in Kuwait, so I moved in for 10 months. I had noticed a few things in the first few weeks I was there, but I figured that they could have been reasonably explained. My friend’s parents did not own a television, nor did we, being only 18 at the time. We hooked up an old computer monitor to a VCR that I had brought from my parents place, now the monitor was old and everything displayed green. One night I was at home by myself watching “tv” with the lights off in the living room, when an old cedar chair I owned creaked the way it does when somebody sits in it. Completely surprised I looked at the chair and saw the perfect silhouette, in green, of a person sitting in my chair. I jumped up and turned the lights on and I could no longer see this silhouette, thinking my eyes had fooled me, I left the lights on and continued to watch “tv”, when about two minutes later, there was a sound like someone was getting out of the chair. Well my heart started pounding, I turned off the lights and there was no silhouette.

Later, I asked my friend if he had ever had any odd experiences in the house, he refused to talk about it. It wasn’t until about 3 years later when he moved out did he start telling me about things, he told me about a time that when the renovations were still being done, that he was playing his drums in the unfinished part of the house and he heard footsteps, louder than his drums, coming up the steps. He stopped playing and called out his dad and sister’s names but there was nobody there, not even in the finished section of the house.

He also told me about a time when he was by himself in the house and he took a shower. He said he shut the door, cause he always shut the door, and when he got out the door was closed, but not latched. He was not positive that he latched it but it was when he looking in the mirror and he saw the door open behind him did he yell out. There was nobody home, and he claims that there is no way the door would have opened like that.

My friend’s family no longer owns this house, but I would love to have the chance to live there again, now that I am a little bit more brave, and a lot more curious.”

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