Normal visits on the weekends turn into a nightmare as a presence is determined to
make itself known and trying to rationalize the situation or a storyteller to this day,
let's not have an explanation for the occurrences. My name is Edwin and
here is Catherine. True scary story. My story takes place in a little
city close to Montreal, maybe now it's from Montreal called McMasterville. Back in
the day, I was around fourteen thirteen years old when my dad bought the
house. At the time he had two other children now he has four.
If we were only three, me and my two brothers. He had also
his wife with him. My parents were separated. I was going to my
dad's on the weekend. I was pretty excited that he bought a house that
I could have a room in because for so long I didn't have a room.
Everybody had their rooms. I had my own room upstairs. It was
a two story house. Because the winters are pretty rough in Canada, we
have to have a basement because the pipes will freeze. We had the basement
and we have the main place for everybody's room was upstairs. At first,
my room was at the end completely of the corridor. I don't remember exactly
when it started, like all the things happening, I just remember it vividly
that it happened almost every night that I was there. We had that family
dog that I was sleeping with. Every night, when I was about to
go to bed, I just said good night to everybody, grab the dog,
go to my bed, and I would always keep the door a ninch
open because I was a bit scared of the dark. It was just reassuring
me that my dad was so close. When my dog was sleeping, I
was waking up. Suddenly in the night two three am. I was hearing
those footsteps in the doorway in the corridor. I thought at first it might
be one of my brothers or my dad just going to the bathroom, but
it kept coming closer to my room. Then it just stopped in front of
my door. It was just pushed. My door opened slowly. When I
looked, nobody was there. Nothing, just darkness and nobody. My dog
just turned around at the same time started growling, dun. It was freaking
out. What is that when you're thirteen to fourteen years old? He started
getting into scary stories. Paranorlal movies. I was a bit conscious about that,
and I was like, Okay, this is really weird. Is there
like a window open or anything. I was just froze there waiting for it
to do something. Nothing, nothing happened. I was getting up closing my
door. My dog was still a bit on shock, and then try to
go back to stay the best as I can. That would happen every night
that I was there, Friday night, Saturday night, and Sunday night.
I would come back to go to school on Monday morning and I couldn't sleep
because I knew it was going to happen. When I was going to bed,
it was waiting for it. I would tell my dad, I did
next morning, have you been walking around last night or do you know if
any of my brothers did? And he was like no, why And I
was like, ah, because there's that thing that keeps like pushing my door
and coming into my I don't know if it comes into my room, but
it feels like it. My dad is a big septic. He was just
like, nah, it's all in your head. You listen too much of
like scary movies. I was like, I swear to God that, like
I can't I can't make that up. I was like, well, this
is great, feeling very validated. Is Things were moving around the house.
We were having dinner sometimes and the lights were flickering randomly. I was watching
TV and the remote would move from the table. I was just wondering,
oh, is this this in my head? I might be going crazy here?
Is it just stress? I don't know. You try to tell yourself
that it's in your head, that everything around you that's happening is just wind,
just just different natural causes. We kind of get used to it almost.
That's when things started to escalate. My dad decides to move me to
the basement because my stepmom is pregnant. We need a new a new room
for the baby. And my brothers are already sharing a room and they just
need a new room for the baby because I'm not there full time. They
decided that it was the thing to do. I'm going to sleep in the
basement from now on. I'm not really loving the idea. At the basement
was a place that I always felt really uncomfortable. You feel like you've been
been watched. Things were removing as well. In the basement, lights were
flickering. I wasn't really stope to go there, but I wanted to hang
out with my family, see my brothers. I didn't really have a choice.
I said, yes, that's all good. To describe you the basement
like it's all done up, but there's no room really. It's mainly a
big open space. There's the living room with the couch and TV, and
just behind there there would be my bed. There's a bathroom as well.
I remember clearly my first night in the basement. I'm still shaking by it.
I was uncomfortable and feeling watched. I just couldn't sleep, so I
decided to open all the lights, open the bathroom door, put the light
on the most light as possible, the better for me. I felt the
most secure. And unfortunately my family dog passed away like a year before that.
I didn't have like anybody to sleep with me in the basement. I
was by myself. I was sleeping that night and put all the lights on
and I went to bed. I just remember being woken up like somebody pushed
me on my back and I was sleeping like so the forehead almost like against
the wall because I didn't want to see anything, and I was hitting the
wall at the same time. That that thing pushed me with my forehead.
I was turning around to see if there was anything. Everything was pitch black,
no lights, nothing. I turned the lights on before I went to
bed. All the lights in the living room are off, and the bathroom
door is closed. The light is close. It's pitch black. All I
see is that thing close to the bathroom door. There's not really a shape
to it. It's just a dog thing that's there. It's looking at me.
Then I freak out. All I remember is that it's either every time
that happened, it's either I was trying to go back to sleep or go
underneath the blankets. I felt just stuck. I didn't want to get up
because I had to go in front of the bathroom door to go upstairs.
Or I would just face my fear go upstairs and go outside because I didn't
want to be in the house. I would call my mom she would pick
me up. That happened a lot of times. It was either everything was
getting pitched black in the weird face, the weird thing, the black thing
wasn't there, or it was I wake up and it's there. It was
really random. It was not every night it was there, but every night
something happened. Every time I was at my dad's place, I was sleeping
horribly anticipating that something would happen, and every time it happened. When I
was telling my dad this, like that somebody came downstairs last night, somebody
close all the lights when I was sleep Did somebody try to wake me up?
It was like, no, nobody. We have a bathroom upstairs.
Why will we use the bathroom downstairs? Why would we go to the basement?
Nobody went there. I was asking even, like do you think somebody
is sleep walking? I just needed an answer to try to comfort myself that
it wasn't what it was. I was getting nothing, and I was asking
my stepmother and everything. I was talking to my mother about this because she
was the one coming to pick me up at four am when I was waiting
outside refusing to go back inside. She was believing me. She's like,
yeah, I believe you. Every time I come to pick you up,
I go into the house in the hallway, I feel something really heavy.
I don't feel comfortable. I understand why you want to leave. It was
becoming like such a thing that I was never sleeping an entire weekend over there
It was starting to become an issue in my relationship with my dad because he
thought I didn't want to come at his house because I didn't like the family.
It wasn't that at all. It is because I couldn't sleep. That
thing just wouldn't let me sleep. It was just wanted my constant attention,
or just wanted to scare me. I started bringing some friends over when I
was sleeping over there. I didn't want to come sleep by myself, which
is a bit mean of me, even though that something's gonna happen, and
I just bring them along knowing that they're gonna be scared. Catherine's friends are
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Every night. I had nightmares over there. The time that I bring a
girlfriend home, I had still a room that was in the basement. We
were in my room and I was just talking to her about what happened that.
She was like, Oh, this sounds pretty scary. I do already
feel comfortable being here, and it's like, Oh, don't worry or protect
it. They're not going to do anything. At that moment, the globe
from my lights then massive explosion in my lap in my room. We screamed
to death. We ran out of the room. What was that why?
At first we didn't know what it was. The ali just went off with
a big sound of glass exploding. We're like, what is going on?
After like, we gathered our thoughts and we calmed down a bit. We
went back to my room. I looked at the lights. There's no more
light globe, there's no more lights. It exploded. There's a glass everywhere
on my bedside table. Things were getting worse. I was trying to avoid
talking about it to my dad or anything, just trying to almost trying to
make it as if it wasn't there. Just don't give it any attention.
At the same time I was. I was so scared. Later, when
I was actually sleeping in the basement, I was with an other friends.
I was bringing friends over, not to be alone. We're about to go
at a little teenage party. We had a big mirror door. There was
a wardrobe door, but it was a mirror. I was putting Miss Carra
on or chatting. I remember vividly putting Miss Carol looking at the reflection of
myself and my friend is at the back hanging out. The door slowly opens
in my face while I'm putting Miss Karen on, but like we're in the
basement. There's no wind, even if it was. When that doesn't open
doors like that mirror doors, we freaked out that we run out of the
house, and my friends didn't want to come over anymore because they were like,
we just chan't sleep at your plays. Were always terrified. It was
fun one or two times for them because they were experiencing paranormal stuff, but
after a while they were like, it's actually really scary, we don't want
to stay there anymore. Just becoming a thing in my friend group that my
dad's house was haunted, that people were just coming with me to experience it
because it was disappointing every time something would happen. Later, my brothers when
they're getting a bit older, they as well, we're doing horror nightmares,
getting woken up the night by something. But I think they were a bit
too young. They don't remember all the details. The brother that's close as
an age to me told me about the nightmares he was having, and it
was pretty similar to mines. Something was bothering us in our sleep, something
in our dream that was making it bad, horrible. They were waking up
with that horrible feeling that something is there and wants you, wants to hurt
you, almost because intense. I've experienced paranormal stuff a bit earlier in my
life, as I never got that feeling. I never got that urge of
getting out of the house, and never had that that pressure that it felt
a little like your pressure, like a physical like something was surrounding you and
just wanted to do bad, bad things. It was not well intentioned,
and I think that's why that thing kept waking me up at night. It
was having a pleasure disrupting my sleep, making me miserable. My brother was
telling me that thing was not really nice to him either, I think it
was targeting us because you were children, because my dad never experienced really bad
things, and my stepmom either. But for a reason, me and my
little brothers were getting targeted by that thing. We had a big closet on
beneath the stairs, like the Harry Potter closet. It was pretty old and
the wood was chipping a bit. My dad needed a bit more storage space.
He decided that he was gonna renovate that space and make three nice shelves
and just nice storage space. He startled ripping out the walls, some layers
of the walls. I was there for that day. He wanted me to
help him a bit. That's when we saw that that underneath that wall layer
was just names, hundreds of names of different people written in different colors,
so many names. There was that sentence that kept coming back on the walls
was like he's watching you, he knows everything. And that was like,
what the hell this? I was in French, it's like instead of he's
watching you, it's like he sees you. It's like avoir is sito that's
like and in French's pre Shoult sentence it's like intovois. And that was just
written thirty times. Everywhere in that in that little wardrobe, all those different
names and weird symbols underneath this the stairs. This is so creepy. Why
why his dude? It's so many vains written. Some were crossed, some
lanes were still there. Sometimes was bigger than others. What's the meaning of
this? Who did that? It wasn't like children writing. It was a
good writing. My dad got pooped for the first time at this point.
He was like, this is really strange. I was like, I told
you there was something weird in that house. Told you. He was still
not believing me one hundred percent. With the bad things that were going out
around there, that definitely spoke them out. It's crazy that we got almost
used to having things moving around. But when I started seeing that weird shadow,
that's when I was like, this is it for me? That thing
actually wants to hurt me. I couldn't understand what it wanted. Maybe it
was demon or just the bad spirit. I don't know. I just don't
know. That's hunting me again today. What was it? I would love
to have an answer on what it could be. I've never done any research
on the house, Like if somebody died in there anything. I would like
to know if something happened in that house for it to be that negative.
Weirdly, he sold the house not that long afterwards. He keeps saying that's
because he needed more space and more room, because I have four siblings on
my dad's side. Thinking about it now, it's quite interesting that my dad
decided to move a few months after that discovery. I think he probably discovered
that needed some more space as well. I was like, well, this
is this is good timing. Me and my brothers keep saying that there's something
in her rooms. He doesn't believe you. Then he founds that underneath the
stairs, so he's like, ah, yeah, okay, maybe maybe I'll
move. Recently, I talked to my auntie. I wasn't there full time,
but my auntie was there a bit. Because she's pretty close to my
dad. She can't see things. She has spirits that follows her. She
can't hear them speak all the time. I asked her about that house not
that long ago, maybe a year ago. She's like, oh yeah,
I remember. And I was telling her about my experience and about my brother's
experience. She looked at me with those eyes, saying, oh yeah,
no, you were definitely not wrong. There was something horrible in that house.
And I was like, what what do you mean? She used to
see it all the time. It was hanging out in the basement and it
was coming upstairs sometimes, and I was telling her about it, and she's
like, oh, yeah, that makes sense. But she was getting like
really short on her answers, like she didn't want to freak me out too
much. She was really happy that my dad sold the house because that thing
was it was not really a positive energy. It was sucking the light out
of people. Her saying that didn't confirmed in my head. I wasn't crazy.
There was actually something wrong with that house. And with that energy that
was there for so long, I was like, maybe it's all in my
head. Now I can say that my experience we're actually real. There's no
logical explanation for it. At first, I was not happy. I was
first, I was relieved was not all in my head. But then but
then there's an emotion of, you know, being really scared. I can't
believe I lived that. I can't believe that I had that experience because like
a lot of people don't get that. I almost wish I didn't because now,
no, it's it's in me that experience. I'm always going to be
afraid of certain things. What I feel uncomfortable when I feel like something is
watching me. Now I know that it's not all in my head. When
I was younger, way younger, I remember we were living in an old
apartment in Montreal, my mom and I. I could see so many people.
There were so many different shadows in the house. One was always walking
at night in front of my door. It was wide open. I could
see it running. Then it was peeking through the door at the last possible
minute to check. At first I thought it was my mom, but then
I realized, if it's just that thing that was peaking on me at night,
looking at me, then doing his thing, so, you know,
growing up with that, then coming to my dad's place. At first I
was like, oh, it's probably the same thing as when I was younger.
But then I realized that that thing was a way more evil. There's
way more dark and just wanted to hurt me and my brothers. I don't
know why it targeted us, just children. Did it follow us somewhere?
Did it follow me and my mom? I don't know. I don't think
I want to know at what point did it start leaving my brothers alone,
or if it ever left my brothers alone. I just know that I'm never
gonna go back into that house. He couldn't pay me one hundred dollars to
do it, millions of dollars. I'm not going back there. Never share
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