Haunted Apartment Part IV

By Theresa Rutherford

Once again I awoke screaming and crying with my husband (James) trying desperately to wake me. I know he had a very difficult time getting me out of this one and was quite disturbed by it.  


This is Part IV of a four part story, please consider reading Part I , Part II & Part III before going further.

We’ve moved into our new place about three weeks ago and are pretty much settled in.  We just have a few more transfers of  “stuff “ from the suite and then back again for the final clean up.

When we first moved into the new house the atmosphere was very different than at the suite. It was happier, lighter with no negative feeling. Each time I go back to the suite I can feel the darkness/negativity again, I also feel like I am being watched or observed in some fashion. The back of the garage (which leads to the big rock in the basement) along with the stairwell (which goes over the big rock) still feels very unsettling.  I was avoiding the upstairs because of my fear that what ever this is follows me to the new place but I’m not sure yet if this avoidance has worked. 

For the greater part of the three weeks in the new place I was sleeping very well but about three nights ago I started dreaming of my deceased family members again. The first night was not too disturbing but the second night was terrible.  In this dream I was being pursued by four entities in the basement of my deceased Uncle’s home. In my dream I knew that if they caught me I would die. The floating figures had featureless faces and were tall but for the most part they looked like black silhouettes with some sort fiery white/blue plasma type flames emanating off them. They looked very much like the entities I dreamt about in the upstairs of our rental house, except these beings were in the house and not just looking through the windows trying to get in. Once again I awoke screaming and crying with my husband (James) desperately trying to wake me. I know he had a very difficult time getting me out of this one and was quite disturbed by it.  James ran to get me water and ordered me not to go back to sleep again until he came back so I know he was really freaked by it. Once I was out of this dream state I had to walk around to shake it off but I was quite afraid to go back to sleep again. This nightmare crap is making me kind of angry.

Yesterday I waited until my husband stepped out to take the dog out for a walk. I stood in the living room and told whatever it is that has followed me to go back where it came from and that it’s not welcome in my house.  I strongly stated that this is my home! I never invited it in and I want it to get out!  Sounds silly I know, standing by myself in my home talking to something or someone I can’t see and telling it to go away. I felt a bit foolish, but my anger certainly trumped that initial feeling. I had a good night’s sleep last night so maybe it worked. 

Hopefully I’m done with whatever is trying to invade my space but I will keep you posted should something change.

This story was originally published by the Ghost Story Guys Podcast – Ep. 35 May, 2018 – Thanks Brennen and Ian!

Haunted Apartment – Part III

By Theresa Rutherford

Justine began to see entities in her bedroom. She described them as silhouettes and lights and they terrified her.


This is Part III of a four part story, please consider reading Part I & Part II before going further.

In The Haunted Apartment Part II I mentioned that our landlord friend (I called her Justine) came home for a visit this past week. We had a great time visiting with her; both upstairs in her place and downstairs in our suite. Thankfully most of our visits were in our suite, which I am more than okay with.  

Justine has now gone back but the night before her flight out we were having a few glasses of wine down in our suite. Our topic of conversation was light and easy so I thought it might be a good time to broach the subject of my experiences upstairs. I did not go full out here, I just started out describing how I had a hard time sleeping upstairs during the two nights I stayed in her place. I described how I experienced scary nightmares, which became absolutely terrifying on the second night. I then laughed about how I scared my husband by waking up screaming. I kept it light and didn’t give her too much more info as I was testing the waters to see what her reaction might be.  I was truly surprised when Justine turned to me and point blank said “You’ve seen them then.” I was shocked but I continued to probe her for more information. Only after she was done did I feel comfortable telling her the rest of my experiences. I’m glad we talked.

Justine went on to tell me how in the first few years she could feel “something disturbing” in the house especially the kitchen area. She then started having nightmares. Justine began to see entities in her bedroom. She described them as silhouettes and lights and they terrified her. It then escalated to hearing voices. One night she awoke to hear a loud voice that simply yelled “WHITE CRYSTALS!” Her husband (whom was also sleeping in the room at the time) never saw or heard anything so he of course put it down to some kind of nervous manifestation resulting from the stress of their recent move. He was more than a little incredulous when she started placing crystals around the house. Justine described her situation as knowing she had a problem that needed to be resolved and was being told there was nothing to worry about. “What do you do with that?” she said, “I didn’t know what I could do to stop it!” 

After some research and talking to a local spiritual healer she protected the upstairs (especially the kitchen) with crystals and then smudged the house. I guess you might say she stood her ground. She is no longer having issues and is now feeling comfortable in her own home. So this leads me to this question, why am I having these experiences here and why are others in my family also feeling something here? Is it still here (whatever IT is) and just not bothering Justine anymore? We are starting to move into our new house on Tuesday of next week, I certainly hope this thing does not follow me over there. 

My husband is out of town tonight so I am in the house totally alone and I am a little nervous about it (scared really), I won’t be going upstairs that’s for sure. 

Interesting side note:

During Justine’s research she discovered that our nearest town had a violent past between the logging company and an aboriginal settlement that lived there at the time and it was not good. I now wonder if this may have something to do with what is going on here?

The people who helped Justine resolve her issues with the house believed that the problems lay in the land the house is built on, not in the house itself. Either way it’s not good.

This story was originally published by the Ghost Story Guys Podcast – Ep. 31 Apr 17, 2018. Thanks Brennen and Ian!

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Haunted Apartment – Part II

By Theresa Rutherford

I try hard not to look at the vacant windows of the structure. I just can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched and I imagine I’ll see a ghostly face peering out at me.


Please read Haunted Apartment Part I before you read any further.

You may remember in Haunted Apartment part one that my husband and I moved to Vancouver Island a few months ago and are currently renting a beautiful walk out basement suite from friends. It’s a beautiful suite with a lovely ocean view. We moved here shortly after we sold our house and at about the same time our friends moved back to the prairies as he was offered a temporary three-year position and we are now alone in the house.

Very early on I started to have strange feelings about the place, which caused me to avoid going upstairs alone. I also began to have disturbing dreams that got worse the longer we stayed here. I find it very odd however that I always feel better downstairs in my suite than I do upstairs in the main house. I still dream about deceased members of my family but the nightmares have toned down a bit and are not quite as scary as they were during the few nights I slept upstairs (see part one). The funny thing is though that my husband has also started dreaming of his deceased family members and he considers himself a non-believer in all things paranormal. 

I found out a bit more about the cabin. It was originally owned by a local logging company and was built in about the 1890’s. It was about 50 feet higher in the lot than it is now situated. It was first used as a bunkhouse, was added onto and made into a cookhouse to feed the loggers.

The cabin was abandoned by the logging company and was eventually dragged down to the spot where it currently resides by the new landowner. He used the building for many years as an office for his architectural design business; it was then rented it out to a young woman who briefly resided there. It now sits vacant at the end of our friend’s driveway in a state of disrepair. Broken windows, padlocked doors and sagging roof add to it’s creepiness. I have stopped walking my dog late at night toward the cabin as it negatively affects us both. The closer we get to the cabin the more he acts up pulling on his leash, sniffing at the walls, consistently checking out a hole under one of the doors of the structure while I try hard not to look at the vacant windows of the structure. I just can’t shake the feeling I’m being watched and I imagine I’ll see a ghostly face peering out at me.  Nope, nope, nope, far too creepy for me; now I just let him do his business under the lights closer to our suite

Our friend’s wife is currently back home here (for about a week or so). There is one thing I have noticed which I believe is worthwhile mentioning here, she never spends much time alone in the house! She is always away from early morning to sometimes well after supper. We are good friends and she has often invited me out with her so I know she is attending classes, visiting friends and participating in many other activities. She could be just a very busy person or maybe she just doesn’t like being home alone. I hope someday she will feel comfortable enough to tell me what she is feeling in the house that has caused her to have it smudged and protected with crystals (see part one). Recently a plate under glass that is filled with crystals and other protective stones now resides in her kitchen so I suspect there is still something going on up there.

It sounds like we will be moving into our new place very soon so our time in the suite will soon be coming to an end. Perhaps after we are in the new place she will feel it’s ok to talk about it to me. I believe she just doesn’t want to scare us while we are still here.

This story was originally published by the Ghost Story Guys Podcast – Ep. 31 Apr 17, 2018

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Haunted Apartment – Part I


By Theresa Rutherford

My husband and I moved to Vancouver Island about 7 months ago. We are currently renting a walk out suite from friends. They have a beautiful new home with an amazing ocean view. The house is only about five years old and during those five years we stayed in the suite at least four or five times (over all the seasons). We did this to help us make a knowledgeable decision as to whether we would like it here on the island enough to make the move from the prairies. At the end of this past year we sold our house and moved into their suite. At about the same time we moved in our friends moved back to the prairies as he was offered a temporary three year position there. We are now alone in the house.

A few more things, which might be helpful for you to know about, the house is build around a huge black rock. They did not want the expense of blasting so the top of the rock takes up a big portion of the basement.

The second thing is that at the end of the driveway is a cabin. It is very old and decrepit. It was built for a logging camp and was moved here as an office for the previous land owner. It creeps me out every time I go near it. I used to walk my dog out there and he was always jittery and would try to pull me to the front door to investigate. One morning I was walking around with my camera taking pictures and I took one of the cabin. When I looked at it later I zoomed in on the window and was shocked to see a face. I have never showed this to our friends because she spends quite a bit of time on the property alone and I didn’t want to freak her out. Below is the actual picture.

When we first came out to visit our friends, shortly after the house was built, we of course thought the house was just beautiful. I have never seen such an amazing view and we were very happy for them (a bit envious too).  However it didn’t take much time in the house for me to realize that I felt uncomfortable in it. The longer I stayed in the place the worse it got. I could handle it if I was with others but I did not like being there alone, I still don’t. I occasionally need to use their washer and dryer (as there isn’t one in our suite) but I spend as little time as possible while doing it. We take our clothes to the laundry mat quite often and for that I am thankful.

One day when our friends were still home and I was helping her with the dishes. I noticed a piece of selenite crystal propped up in the kitchen window. She seemed a little embarrassed about it but told me she was experiencing something unsettling in the house and a friend told her the crystals might help. When I probed her for a bit more info she indicated that she also had the house smudged but she would not tell me exactly why. I have since found these crystals placed in every corner window of the house.

Another thing that has been bothering me in the house are my dreams. I have had quite a few deceased family members regularly show up in my dreams. My closest deceased family (Grandmother, Mom, Dad, sister) are now in my dreams pretty much every night! This never happened to me before I moved here.

A few weeks ago we had family come to stay with us over the holidays. Our sleeping arrangements landed me (and my husband) upstairs to sleep while our guests stayed in our suite. The first night my dreams were downright scary and my husband had to wake me to settle down. The second night was horrifying!  The dream was vivid and multicoloured (I remember plenty of red and fiery yellow). I know I always dream in colour but these two colours stood out. In my dream I was in bed in the master bedroom upstairs and I was surrounded by windows. The fiery red and yellow was causing the whole room to glow. The light silhouetted what looked like elongated people standing outside. They were slowly moving and banging on the windows trying to get in. I have never had such terrifying dreams. I actually woke up screaming and could not settle down after. I scared the crap out of my husband too I might add! 

During the family visit my daughter also went upstairs to the main floor alone to get something from the kitchen. I did not tell her any thing about my experiences as I did not want to spoil her visit but she told me that she felt very uncomfortable upstairs and it creeped her out to the point that she had to leave and go back to the suite downstairs.

I have a few more things which I have not included yet because I’m not sure if they’re related but I can say there have been no apparitions or disembodied voices, and no footsteps upstairs (just some scratching noises i can’t account for).  I do hope these experiences don’t escalate. We are only here for a month or two until our house is finished. 

This story was originally published by the Ghost Story Guys Podcast – Ep. 31 Apr 17, 2018

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Night Terrors

Submitted By: Connie

I could see her eyes were blankly staring at the foot of the bed, not focusing at all but she had this look of terror on her face.  


This story is about event that occurred when my daughter was about eight or nine years old.   

Our second home was a new build in an area near the outskirts of the city in which we lived.  It was a young neighbourhood close to parks and schools with plenty of playmates and playtime for our kids.  My daughter whom I will call Rachel (not her real name) was a beautiful, happy little girl who loved to play outdoors with her many friends; our yard at times was nothing short of playground central! 

This was the perfect place to raise a family.

Bedtime for the kids was around 8:00 on most nights and they were usually asleep by 9:00 PM, which allowed a bit of quiet time for Mom and Dad. 

One night I was alone in the house as my husband was away on business. It was around 10:00 PM when I could hear quiet talking upstairs. I stood at the bottom of the stairs listening, wondering if the children were still awake. The talking became whimpers and became more distressed so I quietly ascended the stairs.  Peeking in the bedrooms I found my son sound fast asleep but my daughter Rachel was sitting up in bed weeping and whispering incoherently.  After turning on the bedside lamp I could clearly see she was terrified!  She was looking at the end of the bed and wringing her hands uncontrollably, almost in a jerky manner like she was trying to get something off them. My first thought was that she was having a nightmare and that I need to wake her up. Big mistake. The more I tried to bring her out of her sleep state the more agitated she became. I could see her eyes were blankly staring at the foot of the bed, not focusing at all but she had this look of terror on her face.  As a parent this is a horrifying thing to see.  Eventually I was able to calm her down with loving reassurances that everything was okay.  She slept soundly the rest of the night. The next morning over breakfast, I asked her about her nightmare but she had no memory of it at all.

After a bit of research I determined that Rachel might be having night terrors and calming her down by making her feel safe was the best way to handle it.  Night after night for about two weeks, just like clockwork at 10:00 PM, my daughter would awaken terrified.  One of the final episodes was the worst yet. I found her standing up on her bed facing the wall with her hands sweeping across its surface as though she were looking for a way out. This night it took quite a bit to calm her down and it left me scared to say the least.  Thankfully, not too soon afterward the terrors stopped.  She could never remember any of this the next morning and for this I am glad. 

Rachel is grown up now and is happily married to a wonderful young man.  I do think she is sensitive to the paranormal as she has seen and felt things all her life. I often wonder if these were in fact night terrors or was she perhaps seeing things on the other side of the veil. I guess I will never know.  

Ghostly Lessons from the Other Side

Submitted by: Anonymous

 It appeared to be a large human form with outstretched arms that looked like they were about to wrap themselves around to grab me. Then I heard the footsteps, close and directly behind me. Footfall sounds that should not be there


I lived in a smaller city located in the vast flatlands of the Canadian prairies. The neighbourhood in which my family lived was an older area built with no green spaces and very few places for kids to hang out together, especially for poorer kids with limited money to participate in organized sports.  I was one of those kids. 

I had a small group of friends and we were very tight and unfortunately kind of tough. Nothing much scared us and we were known to get into a bit of trouble on occasion.   

As we lived in the older part of town we were not far from the oldest (and creepiest) cemetery in the city.  This cemetery was as old as the city itself and had gravestones that dated back to 1800’s. Many had pictures of the dead on the tombstones: the little boy holding his favorite toy along with his baby brother in a casket together, an older gentleman in quiet repose in a coffin, a weather worn black and white photo behind broken glass of a smiling young couple that died too soon.  It all added up to a very disturbing place to be, even during the day. So of course we chose to meet there at night, proving to ourselves that we could not be frightened.  

We became quite comfortable hanging out there where no one could find us. For the most part we sat around and smoked while talking…well girl talk. I think we felt safer there than in the neighborhood because we believed no one in the right mind would come here at night!

One evening after hanging out with about four of my friends at the cemetery, the time came around when we had to head back home.  We were in a playful mood that night so decided to try to scare someone by taking some debris we found and drape it over a large old tombstone which could be seen along a busy road that passed close by the cemetery.  We fashioned it to look like a person standing in the graveyard and laughed at how creepy it looked, never thinking about how disrespectful the whole thing was.

We started for home giggling excitedly about how we were really going to scare some poor person tonight.  We were moving fairly quickly as we were already past our curfew. I was walking just behind my four friends with my eyes to the ground watching how our shadows moved as we walked under and then past the overhead streetlights. I was last in line so my shadow was also last, moving in a logical manner behind the others. Five shadows walking home, just like us…until…there were six.  We were part way home when I saw it, yes there was my shadow as we passed under another light but there was also something else. Directly behind my shadow loomed a very dark sixth one, it was so close.  It appeared to be a large human form with outstretched arms that looked like they were about to wrap themselves around to grab me. Then I heard the footsteps, close and directly behind me. Footfall sounds that should not be there; I knew what it was and why it was following us. Terrified and screaming I dropped to the ground then incoherently tried to explain to my frightened friends that we needed to go back and uncover the tombstone.  My fear was unmistakable and once we understood how disrespectful our actions were and that we may have disturbed more than just the gravesite, we knew we had to go back and make it right again. 

We could not return fast enough to remove the offending debris.  After it was cleared our journey back home was frightening but thankfully uneventful.  It was a lesson well learned, especially when we considered it was one that was taught to us by someone from the other side.