I moved into what seemed like a lovely house in Missisauga, ON. I rented the basement with my spouse Jaysin. It started roughly a month after we moved in, with sounds we could not place and things being moved, entire cabinets being rearranged within minutes. Then a small child-like hand-prints started appearing on my closet mirrors, they started appearing on my bathroom mirrors, things started getting broken. We tried to be friendly towards them, as we had heard the sound of children, we tried to mother them, as we felt sorry for them. All the time I was living there, I was depressed. One day, I saw the boy "john" crying in the corner and then in the middle of the room, on his knees crying into my dress. I talked to him, gave him toys, told him it was ok, things calmed down for a while, then they stopped all together. I cleansed the house and it seemed they had left. However, it all flared up a month later, worse then before. Jaysin started to get hit, poked, and slapped.
I got poked and experienced feelings of sadness, almost like I was dead, I didn't understand it. I started to have recurring dreams of "john playing, then dying". He chocked to death each time in my dream on a apple. It made sense to us, as where we lived used to be a farm. However, the haunting would not stop. We tried to clean the house again, it stopped for another month, then got even worse, the physical contact got even more aggressive.
One night, my friend Ash stayed over and said she heard laughter and scuttling in the kitchen. She claimed she thought it was my rabbit at first, but then realized the rabbit was in her cage in my room. She said she heard soft crying, a little girl, she thought. she never returned again to my house after that.
Another night, Jaysin was getting poked and hit violently and he asked it if it could hear him, it hit his head very hard, he then said "is there something you want me to know?" It hit his head very hard again, all this time, I heard soft noises I could not place. He then asked it "how old are you?" It first hit his head 8 times then 10 then 6 then 8 again, he then asked "is there something you want to show me?" It started to hit him hard, he then asked "I am going to name places of the house when I name the place let me know ". He started naming areas, when he said kitchen, it started hitting him repeatedly. He went to the kitchen and heard the garbage rustling and ran back to the room.
Then the noises and sounds became louder and more persistent. On thanksgiving day, we where enjoying our dinner, and the plates and dishes in the kitchen went smashing into the sink. I also had my rosin (special wax for violin ) smashed into pieces and my goblets all destroyed, and knives thrown off the walls. Another day, I was sitting by the computer and I got smashed in the head by a unseen blunt object. It appeared as though I was getting the rough end of the violence. Yet another time, I was in my house alone,
I got the feeling of being watched by something and the feeling that it wanted me dead. I always felt this way in the house after that.
One night, me and Jay were lying in bed. By this time, we could not sleep in the dark any more. We saw a dark shadow appear in the corner and grow and grow, he jumped up turned on the normal light and it was gone. I was left with that feeling again...
Now, this is where it gets really scary. I started to get the feeling there was more then one thing in the house. I started to get very ill (stomach and sore all over). We could not figure it out. I still felt not welcome in my own home and I wasn't sure what to do any more. One night, just before Jaysin came home, I was showering and I thought he came home as I heard him say "hi", I yelled back "hi" but he didn't respond. Then I saw a seriously scary face looking through the shower curtain at me, I batted at the curtain, called Jaysin an !*%$#, and looked out there was no one there. Jay wasn't home yet. I left the shower wet, just in a towel and sat outside in the stairs until he came home.
Another night, before he came home, I was in the shower yet again. Jaysin was due home any minute. He walked into the house to me crying, walking out the bathroom, bleeding from my face. I had been scratched 18 times perfect lines across my cheek! He calmed me down and I went to the bedroom. He was inspecting the bathroom and in the span of one minute, I got attacked again, this time on both breasts, on the top of them, 22 slices on each one. He freaks out, walks me to the bathroom to clean up my face and chest, then turns around for a second, and I get it again, all along my back and spine. They burned like no tomorrow, it was the worse pain I have ever felt and they also burned for three days after. We decided we would leave as soon as possible.
The night before we moved, I went to bed, and woke up in the morning perfectly fine, but my leg was killing me I couldn't figure out why, being half asleep I didn't think to look at my leg. Later in the morning, I wondered why is my leg so freaking sore. I looked down and was so shocked, a burn from my space heater was on it, the size of my palm, 2nd degree. What boggles me still is the fact I'm the world's lightest sleeper. Jaysin stirs once in his sleep I'm wide awake. The burn still hasn't fully healed and it has been two and a half months and my chest is scared now.
The one thing I'm grateful for is the fact that I'm alive and out of there. If anyone knows about these things please leave a comment or email me: miss_mittins [at] hotmail [dot] com.
Although they have since healed, the following pictures, taken today, can still show some of the marks left by the attacks: