In 1995, my husband and I rented a two-bedroom house in the Danforth/Coxwell area.

I was immediately attracted to the smallest of the two bedrooms and decided to turn it into a study/guestroom by adding a two-seater sofa bed. The room was always colder than any other room in the house, which suited me just fine because we didn't have air conditioning, and the rest of the house was too hot in the summer.

I spent a lot of time in that room. I went there when I wanted to be alone to read, write, or study. I sometimes slept there when our master bedroom was too hot. From the beginning, I told my husband I felt a presence in the room, but that I thought it was friendly.

My husband, who is also sensitive to his environment agreed there was what he called 'interesting vibrations' in the room, as opposed to any other part of the house.

That was not the only feeling we had about the house. The living room was another story altogether, and the feeling we both had from the start about that room was very negative. After months of living there, we realized that whenever we got into arguments, my husband and I, it was almost always while spending time in the living room. On average, we spent very little time in the living room area and mostly socialized in the dinning room or the kitchen. This was not a conscious decision on our part, and we both realized that we avoided the area naturally. On the other hand, our cat, when entering that room mostly sat close to a corner of the room and looked up at 'something we couldn't see', turning her head and her eyes from left to right, as though watching something move about, close to the ceiling.

Our next door neighbour neighbour later told us two things about our rental. First, she said that a baby had died of infant crib death in the small bedroom on the second floor of the house. Next, she told us that other tenants of that house used to have loud drinking brawls, and that one night, someone fired a gunshot through the ceiling of the living room (hence the patched area near the light). Nobody died in that incident, but my guess is that strong negative vibrations existed in that part of the house where my husband and I always felt uncomfortable.

This story in parts is similiar to the story about Chaplin Cres. (in the Toronto Section) in the fact that the people picked up on feelings and vibrations more than actual physical phenomena.

We would love to hear anything anybody wishes to add to this story or about any other tales like it in this area. The Danforth seems to be a small hotbed of ghostly phenomena.