A beautiful home with a centre hall near Davisville subway is host to a dramatic prescence.
When the house has been up for sale, almost every prospective buyer falls madly in love with the home -- until they walk into "that room". That room is a small bedroom near the central staircase, which eminates a terrible feeling of dread and anger. Basically, a grand-daddy of a cold spot. The story is as follows:
The home was once owned by a widower and three daughters. Over the years, two of the daughters moved married and moved away, leaving one daughter who spent all of her adult life looking after her father at the house. After a time, the father passed on but the daughter, being now elderly herself, simply stayed at the house until she herself passed away. The room in question was hersewing and sitting room, where she spent her days looking after her father and, eventually, just sitting and sewing. The resentment and sorrow of a life not lived are very pervasive in the room and almost anyone entering it can feel the energy.
It is not known if the current owners have experienced anything more, but I have noted that the house tends to go up for sale quite often.