In September 2010 on of our readers shared the following experience of living in a haunted home in Barrie Ontario.
"I moved in with my friend at her house on XXX D'ambrosio Drive in Barrie. (Webmaster's note: We do not publish exact addresses to the web. Those are kept in our private files only) She had two cats and I had my young son. When I first moved in I noticed right away that the doors upstairs would slam shut and you could hear what sounded like running in the upstairs hallway from the downstairs livingroom. We had never given it much thought just chalked it up to being the cats chasing each other because they were quite wild. It was when we no longer had the cats and the noises upstairs continued that we realized we were not alone.
We had a party one night and were playing loud music. You could hear the doors upstairs slamming and frantic running around... apparently the ghost didn't like noise. Most of our guests were freaked out but one female guest wanted to spend the night on our couch to see if she "saw" anything. She left in the middle of the night while we were sleeping. She later reported that as she was lying there with her body and face turned inward towards the couch she felt a hand push up against her back and she left immediately.
About a week or so later while I was lying in bed I felt what I think was a hand squeezing my calf. I jumped into bed with my roommate after telling her what happened and she too confessed that she had felt things and didn't want to tell me because she didnt want to scare me.
That was the scariest thing, it seemed to be getting stronger and I was terrified that it actually had the power to "touch" me.
I tried to avoid the house after that point as much as possible. As soon as nightfall hit the ghost was active and I felt like I was being watched. I had my mother come in and smudge the house with white sage (something my roommate and I heard would make the ghost sick and leave) but it only worked for a day or two and then it was back.
I left the night after I heard my son screaming "Get Out" over and over again only to run up to his room to see him standing up in his crib looking in the top corner of his ceiling. I asked him who he was talking to and he said "man" as he pointed to the ceiling... my roommate was there as well and from that moment on I decided that it could bother me all it wanted to but keeping my son up at night just wasnt going to work for me. I moved out and my roommate moved out soon after.
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