3rd Installment of my experience ! Thanks for reading
Let's skip to when I was 21. I was living in an old town called Owen Sound, in Ontario Canada with a man I met in the Military. His name was Joe and he was a Sergeant. He had his own house and a wonderful Chocolate Lab, named Gunner. The house we lived in was 150 years old so I had some theories.
I was sleeping one morning when Joe got up to get ready for work. He got dressed and went downstairs to put his boots on. I heard the front door open and then close. I then heard foot steps coming back up the stairs and the stopped abruptly at the bedroom door. I listened for Joe because I thought he forgot something. Then his truck started and he drove to work. I actually wasn't too freaked out about it, old house, noises occur, but this progressed slowly over the 3 years I lived there with him. There was an old attic and to get into the attic it was just another staircase and you would walk up into another room that evidently use to be a child's play room. It had a great big window over looking the street, it had yellow wallpaper and kids names scratched into the wall with the year they were there and there were also burnt parts in the wall. I would sit downstairs in the living room and I would hear a thumping coming from upstairs. I went upstairs and I heard it louder from the attic so I walked up there and it stopped, I walked downstairs and it started again and this went on for 6 months.
Now Joe had to go away and do a course or 6 weeks so I was going to be alone, I didn't mind, I had the dog so I felt safe. The first night he left we had a huge thunder storm. I went to bed around 12 am and you could hear thunder and the rain pounding against the house. I was laying in bed and clear as day through the sounds of the thunder I heard a little girl, laugh, loudly. I wouldn't have been scared but my dog reacted to it. He jumped up and stood guard. I yelled "Gunner, COME !" and I hugged into him until I fell asleep. The next morning I went to the basement to do laundry and I felt very uneasy when I went near the basement door. I walked down quickly, went into the laundry room and all over the room someone had drawn in red crayon.
I emailed the people who lived there before because they owned a bed and breakfast down the street and the told me they never experienced anything. I moved out shortly after.
I'm married now and my husband and I bought a house in Trenton Ontario near the Air Base here. We love the house, it's cute and perfect for the first time home owner. It was built in 1970 because I didn't want one that was too old...
I usually only see things out of the corner of my eye here... recently my cats have been staring at the ceiling in the same spot in my bedroom.
In January I went on a course with the military, I was in my room alone but I shared it with another girl. I was laying in the bed playing my Nintendo 3 DS and my closet slowly opened and then it slowly closed. I thought it was super odd and told some people about it, and my room mate and they were all freaked out. A few days later my roommate and I were sleeping with our door closed and locked and I heard a whistling like "Woo hoo." I ignored it and it got louder and faster "Woo hoo Woo hoo WOO HOO" until it sounded like it was right behind me... and I turned around and my door was wide open... no one was there.
The last thing that happened to me there was in the morning of my last day, I was getting ready doing my hair in the reflection of the window and out of the corner of my eye I saw a black figure reach out to touch my shoulder. I turned around quickly and it was gone and my door was still closed.
At my house I was sleeping in the spare bedroom because sometimes we like to switch rooms. I went to bed before my husband and he kissed me goodnight and went to the basement to play PS4 and I closed the bedroom door. I was laying there eyes open because I couldn't sleep when the bedroom door flew open forcefully. I thought it was my husband but I could hear his game downstairs. That was a few days ago.
I use to think the homes and places were haunted but maybe it's me?
This is all of my experiences so far. Thanks for taking the time to read it all. I know it's a lot to read and I appreciate it.
Let me know what you think! I am starting to embrace.
DragonFruit~
Let's skip to when I was 21. I was living in an old town called Owen Sound, in Ontario Canada with a man I met in the Military. His name was Joe and he was a Sergeant. He had his own house and a wonderful Chocolate Lab, named Gunner. The house we lived in was 150 years old so I had some theories.
I was sleeping one morning when Joe got up to get ready for work. He got dressed and went downstairs to put his boots on. I heard the front door open and then close. I then heard foot steps coming back up the stairs and the stopped abruptly at the bedroom door. I listened for Joe because I thought he forgot something. Then his truck started and he drove to work. I actually wasn't too freaked out about it, old house, noises occur, but this progressed slowly over the 3 years I lived there with him. There was an old attic and to get into the attic it was just another staircase and you would walk up into another room that evidently use to be a child's play room. It had a great big window over looking the street, it had yellow wallpaper and kids names scratched into the wall with the year they were there and there were also burnt parts in the wall. I would sit downstairs in the living room and I would hear a thumping coming from upstairs. I went upstairs and I heard it louder from the attic so I walked up there and it stopped, I walked downstairs and it started again and this went on for 6 months.
Now Joe had to go away and do a course or 6 weeks so I was going to be alone, I didn't mind, I had the dog so I felt safe. The first night he left we had a huge thunder storm. I went to bed around 12 am and you could hear thunder and the rain pounding against the house. I was laying in bed and clear as day through the sounds of the thunder I heard a little girl, laugh, loudly. I wouldn't have been scared but my dog reacted to it. He jumped up and stood guard. I yelled "Gunner, COME !" and I hugged into him until I fell asleep. The next morning I went to the basement to do laundry and I felt very uneasy when I went near the basement door. I walked down quickly, went into the laundry room and all over the room someone had drawn in red crayon.
I emailed the people who lived there before because they owned a bed and breakfast down the street and the told me they never experienced anything. I moved out shortly after.
I'm married now and my husband and I bought a house in Trenton Ontario near the Air Base here. We love the house, it's cute and perfect for the first time home owner. It was built in 1970 because I didn't want one that was too old...
I usually only see things out of the corner of my eye here... recently my cats have been staring at the ceiling in the same spot in my bedroom.
In January I went on a course with the military, I was in my room alone but I shared it with another girl. I was laying in the bed playing my Nintendo 3 DS and my closet slowly opened and then it slowly closed. I thought it was super odd and told some people about it, and my room mate and they were all freaked out. A few days later my roommate and I were sleeping with our door closed and locked and I heard a whistling like "Woo hoo." I ignored it and it got louder and faster "Woo hoo Woo hoo WOO HOO" until it sounded like it was right behind me... and I turned around and my door was wide open... no one was there.
The last thing that happened to me there was in the morning of my last day, I was getting ready doing my hair in the reflection of the window and out of the corner of my eye I saw a black figure reach out to touch my shoulder. I turned around quickly and it was gone and my door was still closed.
At my house I was sleeping in the spare bedroom because sometimes we like to switch rooms. I went to bed before my husband and he kissed me goodnight and went to the basement to play PS4 and I closed the bedroom door. I was laying there eyes open because I couldn't sleep when the bedroom door flew open forcefully. I thought it was my husband but I could hear his game downstairs. That was a few days ago.
I use to think the homes and places were haunted but maybe it's me?
This is all of my experiences so far. Thanks for taking the time to read it all. I know it's a lot to read and I appreciate it.
Let me know what you think! I am starting to embrace.
DragonFruit~
