When i was little, my parents, brothers and i lived in a house near Barry, ONT. wierd things began happening just after my dad lost his job, i was 5.

i should probably explain who we think was haunting our house before i tell you my stories. my grandfather died before i was born, he was obviously extremely close to my mom and very protective of his daughter, he told my father on his death bed that if he could not provide for his family, or if he lost his job bad things may happen, i'm not really sure what he meant but wierd things definitly began to happen shortly after he lost his job.

now that i have explained i can tell you what happened in our once peaceful house.

first, about 2 days after my dad lost his job he began to have a lot of trouble sleeping at night and would awakened from a peaceful sleep by nothing he could see. after a week of being awoken by nothing he began to see unusual things at night outside his bedroom door. one night he saw a very clear form of a man standing in his doorway pointing at him, as if accusing him. the next he saw the same man staring at in the bathroom mirror. a week later he saw a dark shadow running at him down the back hallway of the house. by this time my dad began to get very frigthened and was beggening to question his sanity' because he was the only one seeing these things.

of course, my dad told my mom about these things and she didn't really believe him untill christmas of that year. my family decided to go to my aunt's for christmas and she lived about 3 hours away so we stayed for a few days, in that time my neighbours were watching the house and everyday they went there they would find the door that was previously locked, unlocked and all the lights in the house turned on. they even saw a man staring out the kitchen window at them when they walked by the house one night. they never had an explanation because when they went into the house they checked but could never find anything explaining what they saw. they also had no idea about what my dad had recently been seeing in the house.

up until now my brothers and i had no idea about any of this because my parents didn't want to frighten us with ghost stories. unforuntaley we all soon became very frightened.

one night at bedtime, about 2 weeks after christmas my brothers were in their room, which they shared listening to the hockey game on the radio, they were goofing around during the intermisssion trying to scare each other with stupid stories when derrick, my oldest brother looked and saw the same man my dad had seen standing in the doorway, pointing at them. of course being only 8 and 11 they screamed at the top of their lungs for my mom, the figure immediatly disappeared and my mom told them it was a bad dream and to go back to bed.

the next morning, i, being only 5 was the first one awake and was playing with my dolls in my room. i remember this like it just happened yesterday rather then 14 years ago. i was sitting there playing with my dolls when i felt this immense sadness, i felt like i wanted to cry and i didn't know why, i began to hear a sobbing coming from behind me, near the doorway to my room, i remember i wasn't scared at all and when i turned around he was standing behind me looking down, he didn't have any distinctive features to tell me who he was but i could sense that he loved me very much, i also knew it was him crying. i never understood why he showed himself to me and why he was crying but that was definitly something i will never forget.

that day my dad was offered a job and we never saw him again, was it my grandpa acting out his revenge or just some very strange coincidence?