My name is Sid and I live in Toronto, Ontario Canada and wish I could share a personal story of my own, but it seems that I lack a third eye or any physic abilities of any sort. I am very interested in the paranormal but, it is clearly not interested in me. What can I say? It doesn't seem to run in my blood as we are all "ghost blind." Hence why I come here to lurk and read other people's stories out of lack of being able to publish a single thing.
My husband Wayne is another story entirely; his family originated from Nova Scotia and is a mixture of French, Norwegian and Mic Mac Native Indian. These are his stories and I'm publishing these with his permission.
There have always been seers in his family through every generation. His mother isn't but his grandmother was; who is, unfortunately, deceased. He has always seen ghosts since he was a young child and sometimes has been frightened, but hasn't encountered anything that meant him any harm. In fact, he currently has a dark shadow following him around that he sees out of the corner of his eye, he believes to be the spirit of his dead father, but that's another story.
This happened about 10 years ago at his ex-girlfriend's place. The house isn't anything special by any means, just a typical 1950's residential development house that matched all the others (those of which haven't been rebuilt this is) ranch style with an unfinished basement that is primarily meant for storage.
My husband is very handy with cars and a total gearhead (gotta love 'em), so he was helping her by repairing her car. He needed to get some tools that he had left down in the basement the night before and was walking down the staircase to get them. Sorry to interrupt, the staircase was a narrow wooden staircase, typical of basement building for that time period (yes, this is relevant to the story).
He was walking downstairs when the dark shadow of a man, of slight build, shoved past him and ran down the stairs in front of him. This shadow man actually knocked him against the wall. Now at this point I would have been either: 1. Screaming and running up the stairs like the wind or 2. Crapping my pants. However, my husband who has shall we say "anger management issues" and hates people or anything shoving him around, merely got into a fighting stance and challenged, "Come here!" At this the shadow man turned around from the bottom of the stair and seemed to stare at him before running through the wall. Now it was literally just a shadow, no features of any sort. At this point, he got his tools and went and complained to his girlfriend about her rude house ghost, which surprised her as she had never had any ghostly encounters and had lived there all of her life!
Btw, just so you know, he doesn't only see shadows; he's seen many ghosts in his time and even got a goodbye smile when she appeared in his room on the night that his grandmother passed away, as they were very close.
There is another story that he requested that I add. There was an old abandoned house near the trailer park that his family would go to every summer and one day his friend Dan and he decided to explore it. They went through the entire house and it was in nasty shape. When they reached the attic, Wayne fell through the floor and all the subsequent floors beneath all the way to the basement, yet miraculously, he wasn't hurt except for a few bruises and scraps. When he sat up, he saw a young woman in period costume from about 100 years ago. He was rather startled to say the least. She asked him, "Are you okay?" He answered that he was fine, not sure what to make of her at his young age of 14. She then said in a firm voice "good, now get out of my house." He assured her he would, found his friend and told him that they had to leave. They never returned.
These probably are the only stories that I'll post as I don't wish to keep posting about things that only have happened other people I know and have nothing to add of my own. I hope that you believe me because these are true stories. I promise I'm not a troll, merely paranormally-challenged:)
Thank you for taking the time to read these stories and I wish you all to know that I love reading your stories.