"I grew up (from age 3-24) on King Edward ave.  We lived in a semi detached house, the house had an addition built on at the back that was there when we moved in, it was the kitchen (next door also had the addition but the kitchen was in the original spot in the house). We had a stove on the adjoining wall, the knobs for the burners and oven would turn on and off on their own while we would be in the living room quite often, also my mother had a habit of putting loaves of bread or packages of hotdog buns on the toaster that was on the counter close to the wall, well one night we heard them slide across the counter and then land in the sink. We had a dog and she loved to eat, but sometime would not go into the kitchen for her food, instead she would just sit in the door way and look in! One of my brothers friends was over one night and after looking in the kitchen he quickly go up and left after a quick goodbye. My mother used to call the ghost "George" she would ask him to settle down once he started his acting up, and he always did! Also my mother told us after we first moved into the house, she was in the upstairs hallway going to the bathroom and felt a cat against her legs! at this time we did not have any pets and she is not a cat lover at all! I also as a child had someone poke me hard in the shoulder in the middle of the night to wake me up, upon waking there was no one there but my shoulder still hurt from the poking.

 

I have always loved ghost stories. One other one is my father died in 1984 and about 1 year later while I was sleeping I woke up because someone sat on my bed and it was my dad, and I don`t remember him talking but I said I was glad he was there because we never got to really say goodbye (he died of cancer, his last 3 months he was on a lot of morphine). I woke up sad but happy I got one last time to see him."