Sometimes, we find ourselves in situations where we never expected to run headlong into paranormal activity. When it does happen, it can be a real shock to not only our bodies and minds, but also to our entire belief system.
On July 29, 1995, the Hamilton Spectator ran an article written by Linda W., a former private duty nurse who encountered more than she bargained for when she arrived at an old house to care for a sick elderly woman. Even before she entered the home, she innately knew something was not right.
“When I drove up, I got this overwhelming feeling that I didn’t want to be there,” she wrote. “I was almost sick to my stomach.”
However, knowing it was her job to take care of this person, she went inside. During her first night there, she said the tap turned on and doors opened unaided, and the doorbell kept ringing but no one was there.
The woman she cared for seemed to be a rather eccentric old bird. She asked Linda to place a chair under each window in the living room and to leave the windows open an inch. She added that in the morning, she would find all the windows closed and the chairs moved. During the night, Linda heard footsteps, heavy breathing, moans and sighs.
“Gee, she’s up and is trying to scare me,” she thought, attempting to be logical.
Nevertheless, Linda went downstairs to check on the old woman and found her sleeping peacefully. In the morning, just as predicted, the windows were closed and the chairs had been moved.
The following night before going to bed, she raised the windows and moved the chairs under them, as directed. In the middle of the night, she again heard the same noises as before, so she got up and went to the bathroom. As she sat there attempting to figure out what was happening, she heard footsteps on the stairs, but when she got up to check, no one was there. Linda decided to talk to whomever or whatever might be in the house with her and the old woman.
“I can’t get out of the assignment now, but I’ll try in the morning,” she said.
Just then, a large brass, serving tray crashed to the floor downstairs and she went down to find it spinning around like a coin. Despite the noise, the old woman was sound asleep. Linda could not sleep the rest of the night and dreaded the thought of having to come back the next night.
“The third night, it was all I could do to get myself back into the house. It was a hundred times worse. The doorbells were ringing every five minutes. The grandfather clock was going bong, bong, bong, not even on the hour. Doors were opening, and the tap was running by itself.”
Strangely, Linda realized that the old woman didn’t seem to notice any of the paranormal activity in her house.
After she’d tucked in the elderly woman, she went to her room and found thousands of moths covering the ceiling. Always seeking a logical explanation, she noticed the closet door was ajar and thought they might have gotten in through there. She decided to ignore them and went to bed. In the middle of the night, she awoke with a Charlie horse and heard a scratching sound by a dresser. She immediately thought it might be a mouse, got out of bed, walked over and gave the dresser a kick.
“A drawer flew out at me, the lights went out and I heard, “Oooooohhhhhh,” and footsteps rushing up the stairs.”
Linda grabbed her clothes and ran to the bathroom where she sat down and vowed she’d never return to the house again.
“The door was open and I was sitting there when this thing, this presence, just charged at me. And I started talking aloud, saying, “I will not be back after tonight. Don’t worry; I’m leaving.”
Even though it was 4 a.m., Linda decided to call her mother. As she descended the stairs to the kitchen, she felt breathing on the back of her neck. As she pleaded with her mom to come and get her, she didn’t know it then, but her mother heard breathing and moaning in the background.
Linda dressed in the kitchen and then sat in the living room with her back against the wall and books piled around her to throw at whatever might show up while she waited for her mother to arrive. As she sat there, she heard footsteps in the room, heavy breathing and the clock bonging again and again. Then all of a sudden, a couch beside her lifted right up and turned around!
“There were two hours of this. It was awful.”
Before her mother arrived, the housekeeper came in and they exchanged experiences in the old house. Apparently, even the old, sick woman was afraid to be there. She came up with the routine of the open windows and chairs because she believed spirits might come in through the windows and she was attempting to stop them.
Needless to say, Linda learned the hard way that practical thinking does not always provide the answers to what happens around us – particularly when it comes to ghosts and the paranormal.
Story revised and taken from The Big Book of Canadian Ghost Stories by John Robert Colombo.
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