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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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.