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My first experience with ghosts began when I was the age of 9 years old , back in 1971, in Winnipeg, Manitoba. (NOTE:  You can read about this experience in Shadow People.)  I moved from Winnipeg to Calgary, Alberta at the age of 11 and continued to have experiences with the unknown. I continued throughout the years having items disappear only to reappear in a completely different spot from where they were originally placed. I have heard footsteps walking around my bed at night, with no one in the house besides me...

Having over 20 years of ghostly happenings in my life they had never unnerved me as much as my experience in the year 1992. My husband (Joe) and I had moved into a roommate situation with another couple we knew very well (Tracy & Mark). We all rented a half duplex to live inMark had a dog named  Ace. Ace was mine and Joe's best friend, even though he belonged to Mark. Ace was still a very young dog with a lot of energy to burn. Every day when Joe or I arrived home Ace would race us to our bedroom, (the bedrooms were located on the bottom floor of the house), trying to beat us into our room. This race to the bedroom between Ace, Joe and myself went on for 2 - 3 months.

One sunny, warm summer afternoon as we all sat around watching television I could feel the atmosphere in the house change. We were all enjoying the car race that was being televised when out of the corner of my eye I caught site of Ace. Ace, who was a very relaxed dog , began to act very weird. I did not let Ace see me watching him. Very slowly Ace reacted to a spot on the living room wall by first staring at one particular spot on the wall, pinning his ears so close to his head you could not tell he had ears, to having his ears perk straight up and wagging his tail as though he was greeting someone he knew...I turned to the others and asked them to watch Ace to see what was happening. I told them we had a visitor that Ace could see, but we could not. Having all had our own personal experiences with the unknown , not one of them laughed at me. As we all watched , Ace got up from the floor and with his head followed someone or thing as it moved from the spot on the wall in the living room into the dining room, which was attached to the living room, and then back to the spot on the wall. The beginning of our experiences had begun.

From that day on everything changed. We would watch as Ace would stare at the spot on the wall, follow someone into the dining room and start to jump up and down as though he were playing with someone. This continued almost daily until one afternoon Joe and I were sitting at the dining room table eating. I noticed Joe look at something over my left shoulder, look down at the butter knife he held in his hand and then back over my shoulder. I have always had a phobia about bugs and I thought Joe had seen some kind of bug sitting on my shoulder. Joe is of Spanish descent and olive skinned, and physically strong. He turned deathly white, dropped the knife on the table and walked into the kitchen. I went into the kitchen after Joe to find him pale and shaking. I asked him what had happened. "Did you see a bug on or behind me"? Joe replied ..." No bug, just a tall black robed figure with no face in the reflection of my knife". I, in all the time I had known Joe, knew that this was not a situation he was liking.

Our kitchen was a very big, bright sunlit room that had a bathroom off of it. Not even one week had passed after Joe had seen this figure that all the fun started. I worked an 11 PM to 7 AM shift at my job and one night as I was locking the door to go to work Joe and I heard the stereo inside the house turn on. We both knew it was off when we were leaving as we always shut off the lights, the stereo, the TV and lock all doors. I unlocked the door, went up to the living room and turned the stereo off, returned outside, relocked the door, and behold- the stereo turned on once more. This time I looked at Joe and told him forget it, we could be kept  here all night turning off the stereo if we play its game, so I went to work.

I do not think this energy, as I will call it, was very happy with being ignored. The very next night Joe turned off all the the lights upstairs, everything was turned off and all the doors locked. As Joe came into the bedroom I asked him if he had shut off all the lights, he said he had, so I asked him why was there a light shining down the upstairs hall? Joe returned upstairs and sure enough the living room light was on. As Joe was returning into the bedroom he suddenly stopped in his tracks. Goosebumps were instantly covering his body as he said he had just walked through the energy as he passed the doorway into the room. Joe came to bed and I will say neither of us ventured too far from our bed that night. 

Activity began to happen like this all the time. One day as I was coming out of the bathroom into our brightly lit sunny kitchen I watched as the water from the tap on the sink right in front of me started poring out water ... No one was there to turn the tap on and the water was instantly steaming hot, which never happened in our house. Usually you waited a minute or two for either the hot or cold water to get to you, it came out almost at room temperature at first.

I had had enough of this energy's tricks. I called my local University and had a Paranormal Researcher come to my house and investigate. The four of us were told (Joe, Tracy, Mark and myself) we had all had our own experiences prior to living together and the amount of energy we created when all living under one roof had brought the energy forth. I do tend to believe this as once we all moved out all the activity in the home stopped. I know it stopped because I knew the owner of the home, and I asked him about 6 months after we had all left if the new tenants had any funny experiences living in the house, and he replied, "NO."

Kimberley Desmarais


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