We received the following report in February 2010:
"Our house on Hi mount Drive was an older, war-time style bungalow. It was a decent house; lots of space, and it backed directly onto the ravine. We lived there for exactly a year, moving as soon as our lease expired. We did not move for any paranormal reasons, but because we found a home that suited our needs at the time better.
While we were living in on Hi Mount Drive, there were some very strange occurences, the first of which happened not long after we had moved in. I returned home from school one day, alone. No one had been in the house all day. My mother had placed about ten or twelve paces from the front door, had two decorative floor vases in the corner of the hall. Both were very solid pieces, made out of what felt like cement. One was placed in front of the other, and off centred to the left. But to my suprise, upon my return, I discovered the vase in the back had been shattered. Not just shattered, but obliterated, like it had exploded. There were pieces everywhere. But the front vase was unscathed. There were no marks on the walls indicating any sort of an violent action, such as explosion, or some sort of collision. I looked for an explanation, but only became more confused when I found shards of the vase in various different rooms. Some of which had their doors closed! I panicked, thinking that a burgalar had broken in, but there were no open windows or doors, and there weren't any valuables missing. So it went unexplained.
A few months later, I remember I was watching TV in my room. I was laying on my bed, the door just at the foot of the bed, against the right wall. It was ajar a few inches, because I always felt uneasy, and very anxious when my door was shut. It was maybe midnight, and the TV was almost mute; everyone else in the house had already gone to bed and were asleep. I was wide awake when I was accosted by a male voice from the hall. It was a deep voice, that of an adult. It, very abrasively asked me "what are you doing!?", as though I had offended it. I peered into the hall, thinking it may have been a family member, but there was no one there. I walked around the house, expecting someone to pop out at any moment, but the house was empty. I was the only male in the house at that time. And I was certain I had heard a voice. The next morning my mother claimed to have no idea about the male voice from the previous night. She chalked it up to nerves, or fatigue."