Haunted Hotel in Toronto
This was one year ago.
When I was in grade seven, my class went to Toronto for a week. We stayed in a hotel (sorry but the names foggy).
On the first night I was in a light sleep when I heard a screech as loud as a plane right in my ear but when I woke up nothing was there except my three sleeping roommates. I tried to go back to sleep but I heard heavy breathing coming from the bathroom. I finally got so tired that I fell asleep.
This happened to be at 3:00 am which no joke is known as the “devils hour” where I live.
The next day I told my friends, which of course didn’t believe me. When we were going to the mall I fell asleep on the bus and had the most frightening dream of my life. I was at the door of the bathroom in my room. In the bathroom there …
My Old Home on Easton
When I was still a baby my mom and dad bought a house on Easton. It was a big home, perfect for a family of four… my mom, dad, brother, sister and me (of course). The basement was the weirdest part as well as the upstairs, I always felt like something was there with me. I remember asking someone in my family to walk me to the bathroom at night cause I felt that something was watching my from behind. At the age of 12 my brother was diagnosed with neuroblastoma cancer. My family spent most of the time going back and forth from Cornwall to Toronto Ontario for operations in chemo. After awhile the cancer was cured. But at the same time my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She died when I was 8 years old. That’s when everything started happening. On a trip to the grocery store (just my dad and my sister) my father told her …