My son Jason and I moved into this apartment on October
31, 1999. I loved the apartment, it was located on the first floor and had a great yard for my dog Benny. I knew
some of the other people who lived in the building and they were all very nice and friendly.
The first evening we were there I didn't go to
bed until 2:00 am. We had a party with everyone who helped us move so it was late. I had just started to dozed
off when a big BANG! brought me totally back awake. The noise came from right side of the bed on the closet
door. At first I thought perhaps the people up stairs had walked into their closet and had caused one of my
sliding closet doors to buckle a bit which caused the banging noise. I came to disbelieve this theory
because nite after night just as I was dosing off the Bang would sound regardless of what time I had made
it to bed. The Banging noise was so loud also that if it had happened at other times I would have heard it from any
room I was in. The only time if ever happened was after I was in bed.
A lot of cleaning and painting had to be done to make
the apartment our own private retreat. I washed windows except for the patio doors. The windows were
huge, six feet tall and five feet across. Jason helped me clean these because they were so heavy and had to be
taken out of the doorway in order to clean each window properly.
A few days after cleaning the patio door, I came home
from work and Jason was very puzzled. He'd been home alone and had just fixed himself some lunch. He
sat down to eat infront of the TV when he heard a large Bang on the patio door. The blinds were open and he could see
that no one was around. He looked out the door around the yard, still no one. He was about to walk away when he
happened to look down and saw a dinky toy truck was in between the windows. He slid the inside door open and picked it up.
Since no one was around who put it there? Who banged on the door? I told Jason about the Bang that
occurred every night on my closet door.
One night the Bang on my closet door came a little
later than usuall. I was sound asleep and it jarred me wide awake. What a rude awakening. It had
really scared the life out of me this time and my heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to have a
heart attack. Out of anger and frustration I yelled out loud: "You almost gave me a heart attack, don't ever
do that again, that's enough!" That was the last time that the Bang ever sounded. Shortly there after
my bedside lamp started inexplicably turning on during the night. Eventually I would
wake up and shut it off. This convinced us that we were dealing with a poltergeist (playful
spirit) in our apartment.
Jason caught a ride home one evening after class, from
his karate instructor and when they pulled into the parking lot his teacher was surprised. At one time Jason's
teacher had lived in our building. He told Jason that he and many of his neighbours had experienced
strange phenomenon while living there. Jason asked him what he was talking about.
He explained that he had lived there years before with his
wife. One evening after they had gone to bed they heard a large CRASH in the hallway storage closet of their apartment.
He had gone to check it out and found that his tool chest had been pushed over and all the tools were on the
floor. He estimated that the tool chest weighed about 500 pounds with all the tools in it. The doors to the
apartment were locked and no one was around that could have done it.
He said neighbours had heard loud banging noises that had no
explaination and that lights had a habit of going on and off on their own.
One older lady believed she had a ghost cat in her apartment
that would rub against her leg sometimes. Other times after she had gone to bed she felt it jump up on the
bed with her.
One evening I had been out with friends. I came home and
sat down on the living room couch. Out in the dining room (which I could see from my vantage point), I saw
an old man standing in the corner. He looked like a farmer with his scruffy beard, straw hat and coveralls.
All he was missing was a pitchfork. I had recently watched Sylvia Brown on the Montel Williams show
and she suggested to someone who had a similar experience to do this: Lite a candle and then turn out any electric
lights. Tell the ghost that they are dead and need to cross over to the other side and
they should go into the light. Tell them that their family and friends are waiting for them there.
I did what was suggested and he vanished. I believe it worked because I never saw him again.
Jason came in late that night after I had gone to bed.
In the morning he told me he'd thought when he first came in that someone was standing in the corner of the dining
room. Then as he paid more attention to the spot he realized it was not a person but more like the
shadow of a person. I told him what had happened to me the evening before.
Silly things continued to happen now and then but nothing
really extreme. Sometimes the TV would change channels while we were watching it. I became very aware
of how I sat the converter down so it was not pointing towards the TV and no unseen fingers could use it to change channels.
One day when my friend Bob came by to visit. The TV started changing channels like crazy. Bob asked me what
was going on? I told him our poltergiest showing off. Even as I changed the TV back to the station I
was watching it would change just as quickly to another station. Bob found it very amusing. Another candle
lighting and that situation calmed down.
We never found out who our poltergiest was. I thought
it was an eight year old boy named Micheal. I don't know why, just an impression I had at the time. Benny
would look up sometimes to lick the air as if he was trying to give someone he liked kisses.
This apartment is on Huron Street in London. I'm unable
to give you an exact location (they don't want publicity) but I can tell you there is a grave yard close by. Perhaps
this had something to do with our ghostly visitors. I did live here when I had the second of my "True Dreams" in the
story before this.
