I lived in a relatively new townhouse on Longboat Avenue. The townhouse was built in the 1970s, however, it was built on land that was located south of Berkeley Castle and the original Parliament Buildings, and we had heard had been the site of executions and graves. My roommates and I believed this because it seems a lonely spirit occupied our newish townhouse.

When we first moved in, we noticed strange things going on with lights. Often, particularly when we were in the upper bathroom, the light would go off by themselves. The lights consisted of a panel of a dozen light bulbs, so it wasn't like they all burned out at once. Lights would also turn themselves off on other floors also.

The spirit was relatively harmless until sometime near Christmas. I was sleeping in the basement bedroom, and suddenly a little yellow flashlight hit me on the head, waking me up in a panic. The little flashlight had been on a shelf behind my bed, logged behind several stacks of books and cds...The room felt insanely cold and I had the sensation that someone was watching. My closed my eyes and willed whatever it was to go away.

One of my roommates mom's visited at Christmas, and on her way down to my bedroom (she slept there while I was away) she saw a ghostly woman in white floating at the bottom of the stairs. She approached and the figure disappeared.

The three of us living in the house were convinced that a spirit occupied our home. The lights continued to go off by themselves for the remained of our time there, and when the lease expired, I decided to leave the spooky place.