The following was sent to us in 2013:
"We moved into a detached home in East York, now Toronto, about 7 to 8 years ago. We were told by neighbours that a previous owner, but not the most recent owner - who was an elderly woman, had passed away and been discovered in our home, somewhere upstairs. I never asked for details. I remember at the time we were told, that I did not want to know about it. I still don't.During the first few years we lived here, my spouse would wake up in the night (nothing unusual, just, for example, to use the bathroom). He would pass through our hall, and on more than one occasion, immediately return, thoroughly shaken up, to the point where he would wake me up, wide eyed and tell me what had happened. His description was usually that, he had passed through something. Walked through it. He could feel it, and it was unpleasant, and it was in the hallway. He'd return to bed, shaken up and upset. My usual response was to soothe him and to tell him he'd imagined it. But we discussed it afterwards, and he knew I believed him. The thing was, at night when it happened, I felt that the best, maybe the safest thing, was to ignore it, and not to give it too much importance. Certain other things added to the sense that we were not alone. Things like fallen items from shelves, especially when my spouse was near. It became a joke that 'the ghost was after him.' Noises would be heard: creaking, steps up the stairs, that kind of thing. Often, when I was home alone, I would hear loud noises, as if something was moving around downstairs, and I would wait to see what had come of it, and then investigate. Nothing. It would leave me feeling creepy. We never spoke about these things with anyone, we still don't tend to. But at least once, when my spouse's sister stayed over night, she asked us what was in our hall upstairs. She had been sleeping in the spare room, and upon walking through the hall late at night, had passed through something, like my spouse, thick and chill and unpleasant. She said it was like a cloud of something in the hallway, something physical that she'd walked straight through. At the time we purchased the home, it required extensive renovations, which we completed. Many of these updates were completed by my spouse. I've always felt, since living at this home, that there was something of a presence here. Something, that the more attention paid to it (even now), seemed more real the more it was thought of. For some reason, I've never felt threatened, if at times, alone at night, a little uneasy. But as time passes, I feel that we've been accepted here, and that the changes we made have been accepted as well intentioned. It's funny, because when I was a child, my family moved to a century home that needed work, and the first few years there were full of strange things happening, but as time went by, things seemed to settle down. But a feeling of some kind of presence has always remained, even as I type this."