Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I grew up – and still growing up – in a small town called Cornwall, Ontario. My family lived in a small house on Easton Ave. Everyone always said they had a weird feeling when they walked by, even I did. I was living with my family there for almost 10 years.

After my mom died of cancer was when I found out what our home was used for back in the day. My father said it was a “crazy house” “they would put people who had problems there” or at least that’s what I understood it to be. When I was younger probably around the age of six or five my dad, sister and me were watching TV ( my mom and brother were gone) and we started to hear foot steps upstairs. I never even knew about spirits, of course I didn’t think anything of it.

After my mom died is when I figured things out along with having to put up with family feuds. The spirits would do stuff like turn the taps on. One night I woke up to the sound of running water. I thought it was my dad or Tess but I chose to see anyway, to my surprise when I looked out my door the bathroom door was open with the lights on and no one was there.The same thing happened a couple of times after. Eventually we got used to it. But it doesn’t stop there.

Being a kid I never wanted to go to bed so I would sleep downstairs on the couch. After awhile I started asking for no one to turn the lights off. My dad would leave the upstairs light on so I would reach the downstairs. One night I woke up facing the cushions on the back of the couch. I turned over, rubbed and opened my eyes. I looked unsure and frightened at the site of a man and woman in front of me. The woman was in a white wedding dress and the man was in a tux. I ran to turn on the lights and when I turned back they were gone. I didn’t give up sleeping downstairs.

My brother had moved his room to the basement and one night I woke up started watching TV like usual and when my brother came in I faked sleep. I heard him go down stairs to his room and then back up, so I turned the TV back on. Later on I was hearing voices coming from the basement so being utterly curious I walked over to the door opened it and was starting to walk, the voices stopped then but that didn’t stop me. I was to afraid of going all the way down so I just stopped after three steps and from what I could see no one was there. I went over to the vent that I could see downstairs from and looked in. By this time the voices were there again. I still couldn’t see any one. I decided that I would look out he windows for my brother and his friends but they were gone. I went back to the couch got a blanket un-muted the TV and went to sleep.

To this day I still wish I knew then what I know now. If I did I would probably have tried to communicate to them. I’m twelve years old now and live with my dad, sister and her fiancé in a small apartment. I haven’t experienced a paranormal thing since. My dad and sister and brother think I was just imagining. A couple of days after I saw the man and women my sister told me there was only one male spirit in the house… and he was a poltergeist.

Written by Sabrina, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com