From June of 2000 to July of 2011, my family and I resided within a quiet suburban neighborhood in the small town of Baltimore, Ontario. As a child, I attended an elementary school in Baltimore and beside the school was an old church and a cemetery. The church, reportedly constructed in 1809, had always intrigued me, as it appeared to be haunted.
Even at first glance, I had always viewed this particular church with a peculiar sense of awe. I had always perceived the ambiance of the grounds as being quite unnerving and I ultimately made a routine of visiting the cemetery very regularly.
Throughout my final year of high school, I habitually jogged from our house to the cemetery at night. Being highly superstitious, I would roam the cemetery alone in order to hopefully catch a glimpse of a potential spectral resident doomed to forever linger throughout the cemetery grounds.
It was a quiet Friday night during the Spring of 2007. I had finished another assignment for a writing class I was enrolled in and found myself with nothing else to occupy my time. In order to relieve my boredom, I decided to once again jog to the cemetery.
I stopped running by the time I reached the church. It was close to ten that night and I anticipated another uneventful visit. I ventured through the grounds, careful to avoid stepping on any of the gravestones. There were perhaps hundreds of them throughout the area and dodging them proved no easy task. I took my usual route along a pathway behind the church where it was most brightly lit. I stopped abruptly after reaching an adjacent stretch of forest area, as I thought I heard the sound of rustling through the leaves.
Not wanting to immediately jump to conclusions, I tried to remain skeptical by assuring myself it was just a local resident casually strolling through the forest. As the sounds approached even closer, I soon realized that nobody was present. There was sufficient light from both the moon and the church for me to notice. The sounds continued until they appeared to be just inches from my feet. Evidently, I got far more than I had bargained for.
Feeling immensely perplexed and mildly intimidated, I promptly turned around and walked away. I went home and spent the remainder of the night dwelling on the event. Despite my reaction to the encounter, I continued to visit the cemetery on a consistent basis. I never experienced any further strange occurrences. Even to this day, the event remains a mystery.