This is an account that was e-mailed to me by an interested reader. According to the last paragraph, he was far braver than I when it comes to approaching the new occupants of the house he previously occupied...
My name is _____ and I am interested in hauntings as much as the next guy, but due to the season, I was screwing around on the internet and found your site. I have a true story about a house I lived in about 12 years ago. The address was on Cadillac Ave, located in the Bathurst and Wilson area. One night I awoke to see the figure of a woman standing at the end of my room. When I switched on the TV next to me (for light) she vanished. Terrified, I jumped in my uncle's bed whom I shared the room with, but the next day I didn't really think anything of it.
A year or two later my Grandmother, whom I lived with, became terminally ill. My cousin from Ireland came over to see my Grandmother in her last days. One morning my cousin, the family and I were at the table eating breakfast, when she said she had awoken and seen the same woman I had. She did not know of my experience.
Separate stories include: A man passing through the kitchen whom my Grandmother witnessed. The sound of our family dog "Patches" walking around (tags rattling), but he was locked downstairs in a room. A mysterious cat leaping across my Aunt's legs on her first visit with the family. The sound of people walking around in the middle of the night. The sound of people talking in parts of the hallway. I can go on.
When we moved, my Uncle returned to the house to pick up a last load of boxes. He had problems unlocking the door (as if the opposite side was being held). When he finally got the door open he said he felt like a great fear overcame him when he entered the house. He got the stuff and split.
I went back to the house a few years later just to ask the new tenants if they had any creepy experiences. The answer: No.