A Savior
I have always been skeptical of ghosts and even after these events I would say I am still not a true believer. However I am not a person to simply dismiss fairly strong evidence so I have decided to put it to a community who could help me make sense and maybe give clarity of such events.
It first happened back when I use to live in Cornwall miles away from any other people or towns in 2008. I lived alone as my wife worked a high power job and would spend weeks away from home. During this time I was going through boughts of depression and in June it reached its climax.
Sick of life I went into our barn and got a piece of rope and tied it to the rafters. However when tying it and putting it around my neck I made some mistakes and when I jumped it failed to kill me instantly. I hung 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 …