So I grew up in a small town called Clifford in Ontario. The house I grew up in was a historical home, it used to be the town's doctors office and temporary morgue. There was actually a square section of concrete on the wall in the basement where the 2 morgue drawers used to be and the front door had the old office hours still on it. A lot of strange things happened in the house over the fifteen years I lived there but I'll just tell a few for now.
When I was around seven or eight years old I was laying in my bed in the middle of the night. I had woken up and was having a hard time falling back to sleep so I was just looking around my dark room. I heard a creak in the hall so I looked in that direction hoping my brother was up to go pee so I could bug him but nope, there in the hall was a figure that was transparent and faded below the knee. It looked like it was wearing a trench coat and its face looked like a man's face but it was glitchy if that makes sense. It was walking toward my open door and disappeared at my doorframe while still in motion. I have never slept with my door open since and I'm twenty-four now.
When I was about eleven I woke up hearing a hushed argument between a man and a woman in the next room where my little brother (nine at the time) slept. At first I was wondering what my mom and dad were freaking out about in there at this time of night so I opened the vent in the wall to hear better. It was louder but the words sounded like gibberish so I thought his alarm clock radio had turned on. I went to turn it off and could hear it up until the second I turned the door knob. When I opened the door he was sound asleep in a silent, dark room. It really freaked me out because I thought it was something completely logical and if I had known it was something creepy I wouldn't have just waltzed on down the dark hallway into the room. Ew, it gives me the chills to this day.
This happened when I was fifteen. My parents were up at our cottage in Wasaga beach for the weekend and I had the house to myself. I invited my best friend over to be a badass with me and split a liter of Vex and spend the night.
She was there for about an hour when we started hearing noises upstairs. We weren't too scared since it was only three in the afternoon so we went to check it out. Nothing was out of place so we just assumed it was the old hardwood floor creaking. We went back to doing teenager stuff when it started again but this time it sounded like furniture moving. The mood got serious and we went up to check again. A bookshelf was pushed away from the wall that had been against the wall when we had checked half an hour prior. We spent the night at her house that night.
Thanks for reading. I have a few more creepy things I can't explain that I'll write about later.