True Ghost Tales

The town of London, Ontario is known to be haunted. I can back up this theory by telling you of a true story on Princess Avenue in London, Ontario.

First Encounter – 2002. I was five. I was up in the storage room of the attic reading “Junie. B Jones,” when I saw a girl who was about 15. She looked lonely, so I asked her what her name was. She didn’t respond, but kept standing in the corner of the storage room, looking straight at me. She has beautiful red, waist length, curly hair. When I asked if she wanted to play with me, she simply grinned and then vanished.

Second Encounter – 2008. I had just turned eleven. It was dark, though it was also night. I was reading, and I likely dozed off. When I awoke, I was in the storage room, even though I had fallen asleep on the couch in the Basement Recreation Room. I was confused and assumed I had been sleep walking. But given the events that occurred a while later, I started to think I was possessed. The door to the storage room wouldn’t open, even though there wasn’t a lock on either side of the knob. I banged on the door, I screamed at the top of my lungs, but no one heard me. Even the window was sealed. Then, I heard a whisper. I turned to the corner where I had seen the girl six years earlier, and sure enough, there she was. But she looked different. She had burns on her face, hands, and legs. She just did what she did before, and stared right at me, grinned, then vanished. The door eventually opened.

Third Encounter – 2009. It was summer vacation. I was thirteen, so, obviously, it was eleven o’clock A.M when I awoke. I was laying on my side when suddenly, I couldn’t move. I saw the girl again, burns and all, laying right beside me with blood pouring out of her mouth. I was petrified. For the whole 3 weeks at my Grandmother’s house, I kept seeing her. Whether I be on the computer at midnight, or walking up the stairs to my bedroom at two A.M. Eventually, my reflection started looking less like me, and more like her. When I left my Grandmother’s house, I felt strange, as though there was something with me that shouldn’t have been.

Fourth Encounter – 3 weeks ago. I was minding my own business, studying for my upcoming exams, when I felt a chill. I looked around my room, and sure enough, in the far left corner, the girl stood, stared at me, ginned, and then vanished.

I still see her when I look at my reflection in the mirror, I still have dreams about her, and I still hear the whispers of her uncomprehending voice. I do not know her name, how and when she died, or even why she chose ME to haunt and follow. But one thing is for sure. I want to get rid of her before she does something terrible to me or someone else.

Sent in by Sabrina, or just Sabbie, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com