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Simcoe Ghost My Aunt moved into a nice little house, located on Simcoe's 'main drag' about five years ago. Over the last couple of years though,she started telling me about a nasty presence that she felt was watching her when she was alone, mostly. She said it was subtle at first but became much worse and frightening. Her daughter caught sight of an angry old man once, her granddaughter said she was 'afraid of the man' many times and would cling to my aunt, refusing to be left alone. When I first visited there, I felt a presence in her dining room, but it wasn't negative at all, so I'd tell her not to worry about it but over time she persisted in saying it wasn't nice at all, it was getting worse (I'm the family 'ghost radar'!). She asked me to come and see if I could feel it,so last summer I dropped by, expecting her benevolent dining room friend. We sat on her deck after I took a quick walk through alone, only getting the DR presence. As we sat discussing 'the other one',I was facing the kitchen window, seeing nothing unusual. I'm a big fan of Sylvia Browne so I gave her my book that dealt with her situation. After a while,my aunt walked us to our car, when I noticed I left my purse inside. Walking through the yard alone, I spotted a round face leering through the same window I'd sat in front of earlier, watching me cross the yard. I was scared to death but I made myself go in. I grabbed my purse, then peeked around into the kitchen. Vertigo and panic hit me immediately. The room, despite it being broad daylight, was quite dark,the wallpaper and cupboards looked completely different and the room appeared tipped to one side. I didn't see the ghost but I got the message loud and clear to get out, I can honestly say nothing has ever scared me that bad before or since. I left the house, somehow managed to look back and there was the face again... I had no colour in my face, the hair on my arms stood on end and I could barely sputter out a goodbye as my aunt and bf asked me what happened. I felt bad because I'm not one for drama, I was trying to respect the fact that she had to live there. On the way back to Hamilton I barely spoke and it took about that long to stop shaking. I called my Mom and she told my aunt for me a couple of weeks later. Apparently
it became worse there after I left (my uncle was scratched on the head
while in bed) but I'm glad to say that since my aunt put to use some
of Sylvia Browne's suggestions, Please
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