| When I was a child, I lived on Isabelle St. in the [East] end of Windsor. There had been a number of strange things happening at the home. |
My sister & I had seen spirits with monk-like robes, hoods on their heads. First it was one in our front yard. Then three and then one passing the window at my aunts house who lived right across the road.
Every morning, my Mother,Sister & myself would awake to hear the furniture being dragged across the floor in the basement. My Mom would try to explain it away but now that I am an adult, she agrees that we had a haunting.
One night my dog was barking intensely out the front window. When I looked to see what drove him so crazy, I saw 3 of those monk-like ghosts.
One night my sister had a dream of a woman, blood-soaked and holding a knife, coming up from our basement. The following night we were home alone, mom had to work late. I watched my sister walk to the staircase. I called her but she did not respond. Thinking of the dream she described, I went to stop her and look at what she was so stuck on. I saw exactly what she described in her dream. She was scared stiff. I dragged her outside. It was cold and raining but we stayed there until my mom got home.
Shortly after, we moved. The furniture dragging continued every day until we moved. I don't know if that place is still like that, but I wonder often yet still afraid to go near the house.