Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

The house me and my family lives in is an old house in the province that was a gift of my great grandfather to his 3 daughters, one of whom was my grandmother. It was a big house divided into three segments, one for each daughter. anyway, since my grandma was the eldest, she got “main house” and that was where we lived. Back when I was a kid the two other house segments were still being used my her two sisters, hence they were still clean, each with a tiny front and backyard… anyway, I was an only child at that time and therefore was given my share of chores.

One afternoon, I was tasked to help my dad clean up the backyard since he would be installing the cages for my new rabbits (I had lots of animals at home then). So there we were fooling around while cleaning and setting up the cages when my mom called for me to get inside the house to clean up and get ready for dinner since it was already getting dark. So I went in, with my dad saying that he just had to hammer in a few more nails for the roof.

To get in the house, I had to pass through the side yard about the whole length of the house plus the yards (which was pretty long for a kid), I wasn’t scared of the dark but I had the sensation of being watched so I crossed the entire strip in a run. When I got in, I proceeded to the kitchen so I could wash up and help my mom set up the kitchen table. The kitchen by the way, was way in the back of the house overlooking the backyard where my dad and I had been working. Anyway, after we finished setting up the table my mom told me to call my dad so we could eat already. So I went to the window overlooking the backyard, I could see my dad standing with his back to the window. So I called to him to finish what he was doing and come up so we could have dinner, in response he nodded.

Suddenly, a hand touched my shoulder and my dad was already behind me with a puzzled look on his face, “who are you calling? I have been in the bathroom about 2 minutes since you came in. I told you I was going to follow right after your mom called.” I froze then told him, “no you weren’t, you were right there”, pointing to the spot where I last called out to him, the “dad” I saw there wasn’t there anymore. But the feeling of being watched didn’t go.. That is only one of the things I experienced in that house.

Sometimes at night we would hear pots and pans banging as if someone were getting ready to cook. There are times when looking at the mirror you would see your face become slightly distorted. Chairs would slide slightly and sometimes we could hear our names being called out. The spirits there aren’t bad I guess, nothing ever happened to us that was evil in nature. I guess they just wanted to let us know that they were there. Hopefully I could post another story. I know this isn’t that creepy now, that I’m 24, but it was very creepy at that time to me, a kid aged 6.

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