The Introduction

I figure I better start the blog off, with the beginning of the story, so here goes. Just over 10 years ago, when my children were small and I was still married, we bought a house. We all moved in happily, having lived in a condo before this and loving that there was more space, a little backyard and a park just beyond it. So we moved in, with high spirits (no pun intended) and began to set up roots, in a lovely quiet part of town. I have to say, I went into the house about 2 or 3 times before buying it and and each time that I did, I never experienced any type of fear, dread or warning that this was anything but a nice little home for my family. So, after we had moved in I started to unpack and make it our home, as I was at home with the kids at the time and only my husband was working.

The first thing we noticed was that the house was kind of cold, but we just thought that maybe since we had moved from an apartment, with 3 inside walls, that would be why. The first year actually moved along nicely and other than the cold or the occasional locked door or moved object, that could have possibly been explained away. So, life was normal and pretty much uneventful. As we moved into the second year though, this became another story.

The first thing I noticed consistently is that the door to the powder room on the main floor would be locked quite regularly with no one inside. I figured this was the kids that would be doing it, so I would tell them to please stop locking the bathroom door with no one in it. They always told me that they did not lock it, but there was no other explanation in my mind. So, I continued to find it locked and then would have to pop the lock again and again, using a kitchen knife. The day I realized that it wasn't the children was when they all went away to their Grandma's house. The bathroom door on the main floor was unlocked, and later in the day, it was locked and no one had been home except for me. Now I know some of you out there will say that it was a possible delusion on my part and hey, maybe I just need some medication or that the lock was broken and locking itself, but I can assure you that the lock had to be twisted to lock and was not faulty, and that I don't unfortunately need medication. The door locked on its own and that was the very first time, I felt my blood run cold for a moment, but certainly not the last!

The next thing that happened was that the light in the garage would go on and off by itself. If you turned on the light, then stepped into the garage, especially at night, the light would turn off and you would be left in the dark, rushing to escape. I tend to be a bit of a sensitive and since we had moved in, it was the garage that used to give me the worst vibes. I always felt a little uncomfortable in the garage. Anyways, it was all still manageable and easier to rationalize, because these were small annoying things and would not affect you badly except at the exact moment they happened. I was still easy to say 5 minutes after I found the bathroom door locked and been the only one home, to say..."Oh, I must have locked it and forgot." Not true, but it helps you get through the day!

The first extremely scary thing happened to my son, who at the time was 8 years old. I went into the garage to take out some garbage. All the kids were in bed and I was just cleaning up. I suppose my son took this as a good time to sneak down and get a snack from the kitchen. I heard him through the door that leads from our house to the garage. He said "Hi Dad!" and then a moment later let out a blood curdling scream! I rushed out of the garage thinking he had hurt himself, to find him frozen on the staircase, saying "There's a man in the house and I thought I was Daddy, but it wasn't and he ran into the kitchen really fast!!" I told him to go upstairs and get into bed and that I would check it out. At this point my husband worked many long hours at 2 or 3 jobs to keep us afloat and he was often working the night shift like he was that night. So, here I was, a woman, alone with 3 little kids, and apparently there was some unknown man running around my house! At this point I never though ghost, I was deathly afraid there really was a man in my house! So I grabbed a baseball bat from the garage, and I went through every room, and closet and place that someone could hide. I did it twice, and there was nothing. So, I ended up collecting all my kids together in my bed and half sleeping through the night. I couldn't understand what had happened. It was then that my ghost decided to make itself known, and initially it wasn't very nice.


The next event was the smoke alarms. I have one on each floor, and they are all battery operated. Our Family room is in the basement, and after I put the kids to bed, I sat down in the basement to watch some TV. About 5 minutes after I sat down, the main floor smoke alarm went off. After that the smoke alarms went off in succession, until I ended up smashing the one in the basement, because it would go off, until I ran up and then it would stop. Whatever it was, didn't want me sitting on the couch that night!

There has been many events over the years that have happened since. We tried to clear it and it would come back 3 days later and ring my doorbell at 3 in the morning. One time when we were trying to clear it, it answered the phone and spoke to my best friend in my daughters voice. The problem was, my daughter was at her father's house that night. I was locked in the garage, on the coldest day of winter, even though the lock was not set. I ended up taking a hammer to the handle, pulling it off the door and still it would not open, until a few good kicks. Whatever was holding the door on the other side was like steel. The, it just let go, and I walked into my house, and it was too quiet, like a vacuum.

Things have settled down a little now. Still, it sets my alarm most nights. We went away a few weeks ago, and my neighbour came over, to use my computer as hers was broken. It made so much noise while she was downstairs that she and her two children fled from the house and would not come over until we got home. I told her it was probably mad, that we were on vacation, and it was stuck at home :)

Just last night, I went to bed and as I was falling asleep I felt this wave of energy that I can't describe. It's like a rush of butterflies, accompanied by paralysis where I can hardly move. I know some of you out there will say this is just sleep paralysis, but it never happened until I moved here, and last night night I wasn't asleep, just starting torelax when I felt it and could not move off my bed. Eventually it lets go, but I have no idea what the hell that is! It may only happen, once or twice a year and I say..."thank God for that!".

So, this is the beginning of my blog, and the way I am going to track dates and times that things happen. Who knows, maybe I will find the answer to what is in the house and why it is there. I have been told it is an ghost and by others that it is not. I tend to be a bit of a medium and I cannot get an impression of what it is. Come and follow me on this journey and if you have any suggestions or tips, email me at hauntedcare@gmail.com