Over the years, I have had a few encounters. More when I was a child, which I believe is quite common as children certainly seem more open to things of this nature. Perhaps there comes a time in our life where we learn that not everyone thinks seeing things is normal and that door gets closed or perhaps we just grow up. Who knows. I will post separately one day about what I experienced as a child.
I am an Australian who moved to Canada, following love. This took place in Nova Scotia where I lived at the time, I would have been around 24-25. I now reside back in Australia, that love having ran its course, but leaving me with beautiful memories of a country I adored.
Being from Australia, a land of big wide open spaces, I was feeling quite pent up living in apartments for a few years in Canada. I longed for a backyard and all the beautiful scenery that Nova Scotia had to offer. I found a house, we went for a viewing and it was perfect. Right on the bay, gorgeous big backyard and the house was unlike anything I would ever find in Australia. Around a 102 years old at the time, the house sat on a large parcel of land that over the years, as sons and daughters grew up, was divided off, giving each child a place to have a house and some land. There were 2 houses to the left of ours, off the long driveway and one on the right at the bottom of the drive. Only the house at the end of the driveway was occupied by the son of the original owner of this house.
We moved in. I was in love with our beautiful house. After unpacking all of our clothes from our suitcases, I took them upstairs to a room we wouldn't be using at first to store them in the closet. The roof was pitched so that closet was slanted at the back, with a set of shelves in front that took up half the space and allowed access to the crawl space behind. I placed the suitcases behind the shelves, knowing there would be plenty more to store. I closed the closet doors, turned around to pull the string for the lights and I hear the closet doors pop off their magnetic lock and creak open. I froze, then trying to regain my composure, convinced myself that it was an old house and that maybe the locks were just old. I walk back to re-close the doors and stop dead. The suitcases are sitting lined up in front of the shelves, they had bumped the doors open.
I bolted down stairs so fast, it's a wonder I didn't break my neck. Told my partner about it who didn't believe in those kinds of things and brushed it off. I must have been mistaken.
A little bit of time goes past and nothing more really happens. I am sometimes aware of seeing something out of the corner of my eye but nothing I can't explain away with tiredness or a reflection etc.
Then one afternoon, before heading out for the evening I am vacuuming up a spill and I sense my partner walk behind me from one room to another, the shower goes on and I assume he is getting ready to go out. I finish vacuuming and wander into the bathroom where I can still hear the shower. Open the door to find no one there. The shower isn't on. The mirror is fogged up but there is no real steam in the air. I am mind boggled. I don't get it. I walk to the room I saw my partner walk from and there he is, in there with the dog. I asked him did he walk out to the bathroom. He said no, he's been in here for 30 minutes or so. I tell him I heard the shower. You're hearing things he said. I knew I wasn't.
Things started to turn up in strange places. I opened the microwave once, only to be covered in ice-cream as the carton was in there and obviously had been for a while and it was just goop. I would go looking for something that was kept in a specific spot at all times like the dogs leash, on the end of the bannister as we walked him every day. It would be gone, I'd turn the house upside down looking for it and then the next morning it would just be back on the bannister.
One day we walked down to get the mail, we stopped to talk to our neighbor, the son of the original owner. A nice man. Asked us about the house and did we like living there etc. Then he said to us "Oh by the way, have you met my mother?" Thinking that she was inside and he would introduce us to her we said "no not yet". He said "Oh you will".
Turns out, she was set to go on a cruise. She had her bags all packed in that room upstairs and she passed away before morning. Now I understood about the suitcases. Thank god! I was not losing it.
She was there and that was ok. I walked into that room once after that and sensed that she was there with me and I just said "Hello Mrs. Mosher, I hope you're well today". We lived in happy harmony. There was never anything malicious about her presence, in fact quite the opposite. I figured she would move on when she was ready and she wasn't hurting us so unless that changed, we just shared the house. It was hers in the first place after all.