"In the summer of 1997 our family went to Sauble Beach a place that I summered at as a child and loved. I had an infant son and a 2 1/2 yr. old boy. When we reached the motel we found there was a booking mix up and our room had been given to someone else. As it was a  holiday long weekend absolutely nothing else was available. We were forced to drive up the coast of Lake Huron in search of accommodation. After a few fruitless hours searching for a vacancy, we found ourselves in Wiarton (on the Georgian Bay side of the Bruce Peninsula) and getting desperate by 10:30 PM.

 

Following a sign to a B&B we pulled up to an attractive brick circa 1900 home. It still had a vacancy sign out and my husband went in to inquire-worried no one would answer at this late hour. Luckily a room was available! We settled the boys (we placed an antique daybed against the queen sized master bed for my older son to sleep in) and soon went to bed ourselves.

 

My husband fell asleep right away and I was lying there with my eyes closed when I felt the end of the bed drop away from my feet.The movement woke my husband too, who asked if I felt that. It was unmistakable and I had the impression of a woman leaning forward over the end of the bed with both arms pushing down on the mattress.The suggestion was that she was interested in getting a better look at my sons. We didn't see anyone and the room was well illuminated by streetlight. Next morning in the sunshine filled dining room we said nothing to the owner and quite forgot about it.

 

One year later we were back and I had been careful to book the only other guest room. Just before we left Toronto, the owner called to say that our room was booked that night. Another family had decided to stay on another night. Would we mind staying in the 'blue room' again? That's when I told her of our experience the previous summer. She offered that an old woman had passed away across the street a while before. The B & B's only purchase at a later estate sale were two antique Royal Doulton swans and those ended up in the 'blue room'.

 

She told me that on several occasions she would go into the room to find a horseshoe shaped impression on the bed after she had made it. She would smooth it out, return later with towels and again, the shape would be there on the bedspread and the swans were moved about. The B&B was a one woman operation. This happened after guests had left for the day and no one else was in the house and doors were locked.

 

Incidentally, we slept in the blue room that night and nothing happened except a good night's sleep. Early next morning I nursed my 3 week old son and set up a nursery monitor taking the 2 way down to the dining room directly below. the owner joined us (the other family had already left) for a quick breakfast. Our conversation was interrupted by the sounds of a woman cooing to my baby . The B&B owner, who looked shocked, and I looked at each other-both of us thinking who is up there?? I flew up to the room in seconds to find the baby fast asleep and no one else in the room.

 

The B &B had originally been built for a local judge and was extemely well appointed with stained glass windows and antique fireplaces. The owner said that pipe smoke would waft around. She and the B & B were non-smoking! The owner sold the B&B about 7 yrs. ago and I haven't been back since."