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Comforting Grandmother
Hamilton, ON
by KLR

Ever since I can remember, weird things always seemed to happen around me. My parents owned a house in the central part of the Hamilton Mountain. I remember asking my mother
repeatedly, "has someone died in this house?" She would reply with that look, everyone knows that look, as if you had too many flintstone vitamins and she needs to cut back on you cause they are affecting your brain. Then she would say..."no"...and that would be the end of it. She didnt want to hear any more of it.

However, I would tell her anyway, that it was impossible
because there was someone else in this house. For instance, when I was really young, about 8 or 9 my bed would rock at night. Back and forth until I fell asleep. I would hear my name
being called in the night, that would wake me, it was a woman, a voice I never knew. However, we had concluded sometime as I got older that it's quite possibly my Grandmother. The spirit was never angry, or defensive or frightening. It was more soothing, and relaxing enough to make a small child feel comfortable about being asleep.

When I got older, I moved into my sisters former bedroom when she moved out of the house, the rocking bed stopped as I got older but the whispered name at night never did. However, whatever followed me into my sisters old room, was not the soothing old woman whom I thought it was. I always had restless sleep in that room, regardless of how tired I was. Then one night, as I woke up, I could feel someone else in the room with me. When I popped my head up to see who it was, to my amazement the image was that of a cloaked figure with no face. That was the first time I had ever seen a "ghost" or "spirit" or "manifestation" of any kind. That was enough to scare the living daylights outta me, however, I had to buck up as I was too young to move out, and at that time even get a job.

That house is still there, will be for some time Im sure, its
not very old. My parents are the original owners since the day that house has been built. My experiences there don't end there, the dog used to follow "things" upstairs, bark at whatever it
was walking across the room. The TV would turn on and off on its own, the basement TV would raise its volume on its own, turn on and off on its own. Things would dissappear, then re-appear, things would fall off shelves on their own. I once heard a cat meow and run up the stairs, but nothing there as it happened in front of me.

There was something there before that house I'm sure of it, the only spirit I can be rightly sure I know of is my Grandmother, she died very early on in my life and I feel as if she came to me to be sure that knew of her, and was aware that she was with me as she had been for all the other grandkids and now was my time to be with her. Of that I can be sure of. I must have some sensitive perception of things like these as my stories do not end there...I will tell you more of what I have seen, heard or experienced throughout my life in Hamilton and Toronto...even today.

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