Private Residence: Woodstock, Ontario

The first time I was at my sisters house was when I needed to stay there for a week until the rental house was ready. My husband and I just recently moved back to Ontario from British Columbia. My sister’s house was an hour away from where we are going to lease the house, so I stayed there in the tiny upstairs attic bedroom. It was fully finished and very old; it was part of the original part of the house. I had my cats with me my brother in law is allergic so we kept the door to the attic closed.

I feel asleep and when I did I Journeyed and saw a white cat sitting on the futon I was on it walked up onto me and purred then I picked it up and it told me telepathically “Hi, my name is Tom”. He’s all white and short haired with a brown horizontal mark on the left side of his body. We hung out the rest of the night. The following night, my cats were playing with him. The toys I brought were moving around on there own I thought it as cute and let him do that until my sister yelled up to put the balls with bells in them away. My youngest cat is very sensitive he would chase Tom around and talk to him using cat sounds and hang out with him. You would hear two sets of cat movement on the stairs Gizmo’s and Tom’s. When I left that weekend my sister told me she heard the cat pace up and down the stairs looking for them.

When I was on the third night I was being trained by Bat Totem to perceive energy through echolocation. You close your eyes and send out an energy pulse and it bounces off of objects, and spirits. I saw it go through the house and hit one residual that paces back and forth from the kitchen to the hallway it stops at the hallway because it was part of the original home. The basement was next it showed up a very quiet shy spirit, male that watches and only stays in the basement which is also in the original part of the home.

The next day I went into the basement which has a door to the left and it’s an antique looking farm type door. Inside that area are old stairs the lead no ware just stop at the ceiling. They lead somewhere in the past. The rest of the basement is slowly getting redone. When you walk to where the washer and dyer is to the far right is the foundation wall. It has many cracks in it and I always feel like being watched. I say out loud not here to harm you, just curious with whom you are.

The cat spirit Tom does come into the living room and office and lower bedroom area in the addition that seems to have been added in the 60s or 70s. My sister always complains about a small white blur go by. She gifted in some ways like the woman on my moms side are, but she hides it and avoids it. My sister has a bird a 6 year old blue budgie the cat has never spooked it or harmed it. It just sits a few feet away and watches.

The cat is the most active, so when I slept over last weekend one night, I brought my digital camera and asked him if he would pose. I have a before and after picture, the after shows one large orb and two smaller ones. I know orbs can be dust. The picture of the orb is at the foot end of the futon on the floor.

My sister does not want me to do an investigation with a group; she does not feel comfortable with people in her home. So I’m doing it with myself and a friend who has many years of experience with it the paranormal also. A date currently is not set but in the works.

Parents Home 1983 - Present: Port Colborne, Ontario

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.