My Own Eerie Accounts

From: Jennifer (philbert_7@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Amherstview, Ontario
Source: Form Submission

Good evening! I'm in the midst of reading "The Midnight Hour; Canadian Accounts of Eerie Experiences" by John Robert Colombo and am enjoying it very much! I came across this site listed in his book and couldn't wait to read some of the stories contributed to the site, as well as tell a few tales of my own; all of which are 100% unfabricated and completely true. *I have also changed the names of those involved in my story.

The first account takes place in Glenburnie, Ontario, located just south of Kingston. In the early nineteen eighties, my step-father lived in a century farm house in the small town of Glenburnie Ontario. Upon moving into the home, the previous owners light-heartedly informed my then-skeptical step-father about the ghost of a woman who inhabited the home. As a non-believer, *Fred dismissed the information and made himself at home. Within his first week in the home, the information began to prove true.

Early one morning, awakened from sleep by the sound of light shuffling coming from the adjacent living room, Fred left his bed to investigate the mysterious sounds which he believed to be a burgler. He opened the bedroom door and peered out into the living room only to be set back, aghast at what he saw. The aparition of a woman stood, almost as if "floating" near the fire place. He described her as a "foggy, translucent image" and could not clearly see her face; only that she wore a long night dress and looked to be very melancholy. As he watched in disbelief, the spectre floated into the kitchen and vanished. Fred saw this woman a total of three times (in the same sequence of action) in the 15 years he lived in the home, along with experiencing several other eerie occurances.

During the night the distinct and unmistakable sound of someone walking up and down his newly renovated maple staircase could be heard. Upon investigation of the history of the home, Fred learned that a family; a mother, father and two sons, had lived in the home during the 1800's and had experienced some ill fate. The two sons had gone hunting one day, but only one returned alive. Due to sheer mistake, the younger brother was shot dead. The family was grief stricken. The mother contracted tuberculosis and soon died. The father and older son soon moved out, leaving the home to new owners. The mother stayed behind however. She is believed to be the "sad" woman near the fireplace.

My second story involves my own personal accounts. I've never believed myself to be a spiritually "in touch" person, however I have experienced some very odd happenings.

Two and half years ago, in February of 2002, some friends and I took a midnight trip to a cemetery on Shydnham Road in Kingston Ontario. Equiped with a camera, we wandered (respectfully I might add) the graveyard, taking pictures to see if we could catch any paranormal activity. As the night unfolded, unevenful, we began to depart when all of a sudden we all froze at the sound of a hollow pole being struck with a stick. This sound could have been anything considering we were in a residential area, however, what happened next was a little more questionable. I suddenly felt very ill, nautious and felt very afraid, even surrounded by my three friends. I had an uncontrolable urge to run away from whatever it was that was making me feel the way I did. We quickly left and headed for home. That was the night that my quiet home in Amherstview experienced a transformation.

I arrived back home from the graveyard at about 3 AM. As I settled in for the rest of the morning, I found that I could not sleep. I had the unshakeable feeling that I was being watched. I admit that I was worked up from the earlier events of the evening, and my imagination was running a little wild, but what happened next makes me believe to the bone that it wasn't my imagination. I began to hear light whispers coming from the furnace vents in my room. Assuming it was possibly my younger brother, I got up and checked to see if he was up. He was asleep, as well as my mother. I could not find the source of the whispers and went back to bed, bewildered and a little afraid. As I lay in my bed, wide awake, the whispers grew louder and almost seemed to whirl all around, the volume increasing and decreasing slightly. It sounded like two people whisper-bickering, as if they didn't want anyone to know what they were saying. I soon ran to my mother's bed and slept there for the remainder of the night.

Later that morning when I awoke, I recounted the events of the previous evening. My mother is very "tuned in" to the spiritual world, or atleast she was when she was a teenager, so she did not dismiss my story entirely, but assured me that it was just my imagination. I agreed, and tried to forget the incident, but that night the fear returned when the voices were heard again. Determined to convince myself that it was not my imagination I intently listened to the sounds. I could hear them eminating from some mysterious and unknown source, but clearly nonetheless. I quickly escaped my room and fled to my mother's bed once again.

As the weeks passed I grew very uncomfortable and afraid of my room. I could never sleep when I was in there and always felt like I was being watched, possibly by the owner(s) of the whispering voices. My mother grew annoyed with my always sleeping in her room (for I am an active sleeper; I toss and turn and mumble in my sleep) and sleeping on the couch in the living room. So my brother and I switched rooms. Soon after my brother began to hear the voices as well. One night he even claimed that his bed "shook" or trembled for a few seconds, after which he slept on the couch in the living room. My mother soon moved into her newly renovated room in the basement, leaving her old room for my brother to inhabit. My old room was converted to the guest-bedroom, and for a while, there were no more accounts of the voices.

One night, escaping from the snoring of my stepfather, my mother slept in the guest bedroom for the night. The next morning during breakfast, she told me she believed that what I heard was not my imagination for she heard the strange voices that night as well. I left home to attend university in Peterborough Ontario, glad to leave my possessed house, in September 2002.

I almost forgot about the eerie events of the house until I visited for Thanksgiving. My first night back I slept in my brother's old room (which was now my room). Almost immediately, I had a feeling of being watched, and the voices started up once more. I quietly said a prayer and fell asleep, unpreturbed for the remainder of the night.

I told my mother about it the next morning, she then told me of a strange occurance that happened to her one morning. She was getting ready for work, my brother had already left for school and she was the only one left in the house. As she was applying her makeup she heard three loud knocks at her door. She reluctantly answered the door and just as she thought - no one. She couldn't explain it. But since I had left for school, most of the strangeness had ceased.

Last May, my father passed away due to Cancer, and I believe that he still visits me when I am home in Amherstview. He always told my mother that he felt at home in our house in Amherstview (he had moved to London Ontario when he and my mother separated in '91), and I think he sometimes returns.

Two weeks following my father's passing, I experienced a very vivid dream. It happened one morning when I returned from work and took a power nap before I had to go back for a later shift. It was around 10 30AM, I fell into a deep sleep and dreamt of my father. I was sitting on his bed at his home in London when there is a knock at his door. I open the door and standing before me, dressed in the blue pajamas he passed-away in, is my father. I run up to him and embrace him, I could feel him. I asked him where he was going and when I could see him again. He responded saying that he did not know yet, and that he couldn't get to where it was he was supposed to go (Heaven?) until he took care of some things, which would be in about two months.

I am crying uncontrolably in my dream, not wanting to let go, but was awakened by my mother because I had to go back to work. When she woke me I was so confused and just stared at her, not knowing where I was - the dream was so real. She must have been scared at the way I was looking at her because she quickly asked if I was alright. I began shrieking "WHERE DID HE GO? HE WAS RIGHT HERE!" I finally calmed down and realized it was just a dream. But I continued to cry uncontrollably for some time while my mother comforted me, so upset that I left my father. I felt so guilty for having woken up. I never went to work that day, I stayed in my room all day because I felt as if my father was there with me.

After that experience, nothing major really happened until this year (2004). When I was home for my reading break I slept in my room (which now contains all my fathers bedroom furniture). I always sleep with a nightlight and my radio on because my room always gives me an uneasy feeling. We were set to leave for Florida the next day and I was so excited that I had trouble falling asleep, I eventually did so, but was startled awake, eyes shot open! at 3:14 AM by the feeling of someone stroking my cheek. I'm positive it wasn't a dream because I could feel the after-touch. Stroke your cheek right now. You can still feel where you touched it, right? Well that's what I felt. I eventually fell alseep again, but pondering if my whispering ghosts were back, or if my father was there with me.

A few months later, now finished my exams (this was about a month ago), I returned home for a week for Easter. I had a terrible cold and had horrible coughing attacks in the middle of the night. Around dawn, before we left for my grandmother's that day, I woke up around 6 AM, coughing uncontrollably. I took a swig of Buckley's and then settled to get some more sleep. I was laying on my stomach, just about to doze off when I heard a strange light knocking above me on my headboard. I lay frozen, unable to move. Suddenly, between my feet, it felt as if someone violently slapped the sheets with their hand. I tore out of bed, knowing it wasn't the cat (I keep my door closed with a stop under the door) or anything else explainable, and turned on the light. I was so fed up with being afraid of my own room, so I turned on the radio and left my light on and showed whatever it was that it wasn't going to make me leave. So I stayed. I told my mother about what happened, and she seemed a little shocked.

Two days later, while talking at my grandmother's, she told me that two weeks ago she slept in my room (escaping *Fred's snoring) and was startled awake by what felt like someone sitting down at the end of the bed. It felt nice to know that it wasn't just me experiencing the strange happenings. My mom seems to be a target of the hauntings now; the touch-lamp in the living room occassionally turns off when she leaves the room, or turns on when she enters. She hears strange knocks and bumps as well.

To this day, whenever I return home, I never sleep alone, I always sleep in my mother's room, or in the living room with the TV. I hate my room and believe that whatever it is that haunts my home attached itself to me when I went to visit the graveyard that night in February 2002. I wish I had the courage to contact it and tell it to leave, but I'm weary and afraid of Ouija boards due to my being an amature and the risks involved.

Well those are my accounts. I hope you enjoyed them!