A Few Stories of What's Happened to Me

From: Katie (rainbow_bright_420@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Calgary
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Jul  1 10:57:51 2009

I have a few stories about what has happened to me... I LIVE IN CANADA, we spell a lot of things differently here. just a little FYI, i seem to susceptible to the paranormal, i feel empathy for the spirits and rarely fear no matter how scary or effed up they are.. sorry for how long this is going to be, but im putting as many experiences as i can in one whole article. plus i am 19 now, i havent had any experiences recently aside from not feeling alone...

Well the first would be when i was i think 3 or 4 (my first memory) its not scary but its weird, i think it was just a ghost dog or something; i was going upstairs and walking past the bathroom and i saw a little poodle sitting on the laundry basket... didnt think much of it, then got confused and went to see WTH it was, but nothing was there, not anywhere in the house either...

(my house [grandparents])
I was like 12 or 13, and staying with my grandparents while volunteering at a local leisure centre. my room is in the basement (the house itself is not haunted, no one has ever died here) so i have to go upstairs and walk through the kitchen to get to the bathroom; ANYWAY, i had to pee really bad, so i went upstairs (my grandparents always shut the curtains in the kitchen), the curtains were closed, i went to the bathroom and walked into the kitchen and curtains were wide open and i saw someone out the window.. this has happened to me and my friends house in the same cul-de-sac, and even at my old high school ive seen this older man, from id say the late 1800s - early 1900s.. i think it is "Old Man" Hays just keeping an eye on what used to be his MASSIVE farm. (the neighbourhood i live is called haysboro and used to belong to the hays family).

(the abandon YMCA)
When i was 14 i was kind of a delinquent, i was living on the streets and living in this old abandon YMCA downtown. the place was scary as hell. my "bedroom" was an old storage room in the mens locker room. my ex boyfriend and i would hear this weird snoring coming from the boiler room on the other side of the CEMENT walls. the only doorway from the storage room was a little metal crawl space, the but boiler room was like something out of SAW. (you can find pictures of this place on UEA.ca under alfred hitchcocks temple of fitness) still no explanation of this snoring.

the first night we spent there, we were in the old swimming pool, which gave me a weird feeling anytime i went in there, and turned around because i heard weird gurggling, and then i saw this girl, without a jaw... it scared me then, but now i think something bad happened to her and she wanted me to help her. i can still see her face, burned into my mind. it makes me want to cry!

then i was in the area where the elevator used to be and i heard some guy calling for help, i thought i was one of the guys living there with me, but all the people i lived there with were at the mustard seed getting food, it was just me and my ex boyfriend. i guess back in the 30s some guy got killed in the elevator shaft :(.

(my old house)
When i was like 15 i moved in with my dad, took a good couple years to get me an actual bed rather than a mattress on the floor.. anyway i just got the bed and went to sleep, then i felt something grabbing my wrist, i just yelled "F*CK OFF" and whatever it was let go. that was the most minor thing that happened in my room though.

For a good year (until i smudged my room) i would feel this evil presence, it never actually touched me, nor did i see it, but i would feel like it was feeding off my energy until it sucked so much out of me i fell asleep. i smudged my room and it stopped.

the basement was scary though, before i actually moved in with my dad i was just crashing there on a couch in the basement. this house is a good 100 years old, and always felt like someone was there, like it was a sad presence. as my dad and i were moving out last summer i looked in this wood thing (it was like a little box, only a few inches up from the floor that covered a pit that used to be like a root cellar) and found a neuse with blood in the loop... i did some research and found out some guy hung himself after he found out his wife was having an affair, i went back a couple months later and smudged the whole house so the people who would move in after us wouldnt have any experiences.

thanks for reading my stories, if you made it all the way through them that is.

FYI a smudge is a native cleansing tradition. it puts souls to rest. for those who are having some terrible experiences, try it. you get sage and sweet grass, and light it, not on fire but let it ember and burn like it were a cigarette. coat yourself in the smoke, and then coat the smoke all over your house. if that doesnt work, contact a ghost hunting group, they should be able to help you.