My parents house (Port Colborne, ON)
Years the house has been standing since 1931. I haven't been able to read through the archives at the library because that building just opened up for public use. According to my parent's deed it states that besides the horribly angled property and shared driveway, the house used to be two separate apartments. One above and one below plus the tiny rocky cellar.
When my parents got it, it was set up for being one house. A few remodeling was done: new stairway upstairs, close off open attic, remove fireplace and cover it. Recently newer remodeling done by my brother like new floors, ceilings, etc.
During the time I lived there from 1983-2006 it was experiences from day one. I was 1 when we moved in. Had my first memorable encounter while I was teething in my crib and more to come.
Some of the experiences I had were on-going each day and worse at night.
My fathers brother died when he was 16 in late 70's from MD. I never met him in person because I was born in the 80s, but I met him many a times in my dreams or so I thought they were dreams at the time. One day while I was around 12 I got called into my brothers room one morning. We are 8 years apart. He pointed to the markings on the wall near his bed. I looked at it, it read ' Jeff ' in a weird handwriting, I brought my dad up and he went white. He cried a bit and said that's the way HE spelt his name. My dad thought my younger sister coloured on the wall with either chalk or cheap kid oily makeup. I touched the writing and rubbed it HARD, nothing then tried to wash if off nothing. Beside it I tried to reproduce the look of it nothing, either. After three days it disappeared.
Other things that happened in the house were: Shadow people, many voices at once of people, banging (I kept wondering if it was normal house noises but it banged with pulses and whispers), cold spots, negative energy, and a few other stuff only a sensitive would see and feel. I will talk more about them in a later post.
One spirit in particular I became attached to well more like her to me. My mom thought it was an imaginary friend (shes sensitive too) but then she saw her a couple of times. There is a time I remember vividly with her. I was playing hide and go seek with my younger sister (were two years apart) and I was it. I did my count then started my search. Looking all over I finally ended up in my parents room and went into the old closet. The closet was deep left wise, odd type of design. Pushing away alot of hanging clothes I saw a hand and arm then reached out to touch it quietly. The hand moved and said, "Your it!" Then heard my sister yell from my moms room door, "Who you talking to? I'm over here?" I swallowed dry and hard. I looked at my sister then in the spot I saw the arm. It was gone. I felt so sick and ran outta the room, telling my sister I guess it was one of mom's dolls I saw. Later that day I asked my mom about the doll in the closed that looked real. She said, "There is no doll like that in my closet. The only doll I have is the one you got for your birthday the 3 foot plastic dress up doll that you have in YOUR room's toy bin."
Time later that doll would animate and would knock on my room door and giggle at night. So I have a large fear of dolls. But that doll is plastic looking with no body hair like the arm in the closet that day. Later on I found out that the spirit used the doll to interact with me cause it felt close to me based on my sensitivity, type of personality and issues with an alcoholic father. The girl would move my toys animate plushies and colour as well. Even as a teen I would leave toys and colouring paper and crayons out for her.
When my parents were trying to sell the house, my new rooms pictures could not be used. I need to go through my old hard drive and see if I still have all 3 of the pictures. One was foggy, one was orbie and one was doable. The doable one is the only one I have right now. Its a tad foggy but not too much. I kept alot of griffin gargoyles around me. They represent a balance of light and dark, plus good protectors.
After being more talented with first nations journeying, I've learned more about this girl. Shes about 6, with braided long brown hair mid back length. Whitish looking dress with stockings that looked old and worn. No matter what she tried to have a smile on her face and not let the bad stuff pull her down. That's how I was and am as a person.They lived on this that piece of land or close to it between late 1800's to early 1900's. There family was catholic like mine. She was an animal lover like me but her alcoholic dad would kill them slowly in a cellar and abuse her and her mom. In the journey I saw him go into a cellar then heard the cat wails and screams they sounded violent and painful. (Later saw cat heads floating alot as a kid in and around the house). She was an artist like me and loved nature. Then I saw a fire and rocks and it ended.
When my brother was redoing the living room ceiling there was alot of scorn and fire marks on the wood. Like it was freshly burnt then built over. I asked my mom if there was a fire in the house ever and she said nothing in the deed or report (a neighbor of ours was living in that house in the 60-late 70s) and she said no too.
So until I can get to the archives for the city I cant get anymore information about it. While making a pond a few years back me and my dad came across old bottles; medicine bottle, alcohol bottles and metal spikes for early wooden homes in the area.
However I did do a smudging on the house even in crawlspaces recently and gave release light to many, and forced some out. Then placed barriers up. My mom is catholic but she allowed me to do it that way. Since then when I go over its so quiet.
::: Update ::::
Went to the Port Colborne, archive building and found information to back up my visions. The 1870s map showed the lot the house is now on used to be where it is now and the house behind it combined. The map done before that showed it was farm land. My parents house was built in 1932 its stamped on the front. I still need to go through the old fireman's logs for the 1800s and up as well as 8, 3inch binders of photos of the cities history.
Years the house has been standing since 1931. I haven't been able to read through the archives at the library because that building just opened up for public use. According to my parent's deed it states that besides the horribly angled property and shared driveway, the house used to be two separate apartments. One above and one below plus the tiny rocky cellar.
When my parents got it, it was set up for being one house. A few remodeling was done: new stairway upstairs, close off open attic, remove fireplace and cover it. Recently newer remodeling done by my brother like new floors, ceilings, etc.
During the time I lived there from 1983-2006 it was experiences from day one. I was 1 when we moved in. Had my first memorable encounter while I was teething in my crib and more to come.
Some of the experiences I had were on-going each day and worse at night.
My fathers brother died when he was 16 in late 70's from MD. I never met him in person because I was born in the 80s, but I met him many a times in my dreams or so I thought they were dreams at the time. One day while I was around 12 I got called into my brothers room one morning. We are 8 years apart. He pointed to the markings on the wall near his bed. I looked at it, it read ' Jeff ' in a weird handwriting, I brought my dad up and he went white. He cried a bit and said that's the way HE spelt his name. My dad thought my younger sister coloured on the wall with either chalk or cheap kid oily makeup. I touched the writing and rubbed it HARD, nothing then tried to wash if off nothing. Beside it I tried to reproduce the look of it nothing, either. After three days it disappeared.
Other things that happened in the house were: Shadow people, many voices at once of people, banging (I kept wondering if it was normal house noises but it banged with pulses and whispers), cold spots, negative energy, and a few other stuff only a sensitive would see and feel. I will talk more about them in a later post.
One spirit in particular I became attached to well more like her to me. My mom thought it was an imaginary friend (shes sensitive too) but then she saw her a couple of times. There is a time I remember vividly with her. I was playing hide and go seek with my younger sister (were two years apart) and I was it. I did my count then started my search. Looking all over I finally ended up in my parents room and went into the old closet. The closet was deep left wise, odd type of design. Pushing away alot of hanging clothes I saw a hand and arm then reached out to touch it quietly. The hand moved and said, "Your it!" Then heard my sister yell from my moms room door, "Who you talking to? I'm over here?" I swallowed dry and hard. I looked at my sister then in the spot I saw the arm. It was gone. I felt so sick and ran outta the room, telling my sister I guess it was one of mom's dolls I saw. Later that day I asked my mom about the doll in the closed that looked real. She said, "There is no doll like that in my closet. The only doll I have is the one you got for your birthday the 3 foot plastic dress up doll that you have in YOUR room's toy bin."
When my parents were trying to sell the house, my new rooms pictures could not be used. I need to go through my old hard drive and see if I still have all 3 of the pictures. One was foggy, one was orbie and one was doable. The doable one is the only one I have right now. Its a tad foggy but not too much. I kept alot of griffin gargoyles around me. They represent a balance of light and dark, plus good protectors.
After being more talented with first nations journeying, I've learned more about this girl. Shes about 6, with braided long brown hair mid back length. Whitish looking dress with stockings that looked old and worn. No matter what she tried to have a smile on her face and not let the bad stuff pull her down. That's how I was and am as a person.They lived on this that piece of land or close to it between late 1800's to early 1900's. There family was catholic like mine. She was an animal lover like me but her alcoholic dad would kill them slowly in a cellar and abuse her and her mom. In the journey I saw him go into a cellar then heard the cat wails and screams they sounded violent and painful. (Later saw cat heads floating alot as a kid in and around the house). She was an artist like me and loved nature. Then I saw a fire and rocks and it ended.
When my brother was redoing the living room ceiling there was alot of scorn and fire marks on the wood. Like it was freshly burnt then built over. I asked my mom if there was a fire in the house ever and she said nothing in the deed or report (a neighbor of ours was living in that house in the 60-late 70s) and she said no too.
So until I can get to the archives for the city I cant get anymore information about it. While making a pond a few years back me and my dad came across old bottles; medicine bottle, alcohol bottles and metal spikes for early wooden homes in the area.
However I did do a smudging on the house even in crawlspaces recently and gave release light to many, and forced some out. Then placed barriers up. My mom is catholic but she allowed me to do it that way. Since then when I go over its so quiet.
::: Update ::::
