My Personal Paranormal Experiences

..Don't get me wrong, I loved our house, it just wasn't a normal house. How many people do you personally know that can tell you just one thing that was some what creepy about their house? I have many countless creepy and unusual things that have happened there.

One time we had some cousins over, if I remember correctly we were playing a game we made up that consisted of badminton racquets, apples, pears and pine cones. lol. We had several apple/pear trees on our property and of course pine trees. So we would split up into teams, one team would have to hide from the other and try not to get pegged off by our choice of ammo.. lol. We would climb up onto the roof of the house, quietly scale the peaks in hopes of finding a hiding enemy, if you got hit, you were out. Plain and simple, good wholesome fun, lots of laughs. After our game was done, we all gathered in the back yard because one of us saw "something", a couple of somethings. We had never seen anything like it in real life, just on tv, and there was more than just one something, there was like 3 somethings. They didn't have any legs or arms, they floated above the ground, about a few feet off the ground. They were dark puffy clouds with red eyes. We were not sure what they were and was like what the heck are those things? We picked up our racquets and started hitting pears and pine cones at them, every...single...one of them... went straight through them. These things did not disappear, they just stayed there. We ran into the house because we were scared, we didn't know what was happening, what were these things and what did they want? Why did they have red eyes? We never got any answers, other than to stay away from them because it was bad medicine. I am Native American and sometimes, not always, there are other Natives out there who will try to do harm to other families for what ever reason, and when they did, it was called bad medicine. This was one of those times. They eventually went away and only came that one day that I remember.

One time me and my brother hopped on our bikes to go to Stone Mill quarry to go fishing. At one point this place was open to the public, they had horse riding trails, you could fish, take your canoes and paddle around on the water etc. This day we chose to go, it had been shut down and sat empty for quite some time. There was a rundown Longhouse that people would go in and party. They made firepits and spray painted the inside and out, left trash and empty beer bottles everywhere. It was sad. Once I stepped inside and started exploring, I got a weird feeling and I said to my brother, we should go, we shouldn't be in here, we left and found a fishing spot. Way up on top of the quarry pit we set up our poles, we fished for awhile, a couple hours at least. Not very many people know about this day and what took place next. As we sat fishing, we could hear what sounded like a lady screaming, screaming like she was being killed or something, I don't know, I can't quite describe the sound exactly, but it was chilling to the bone. I acted like I didn't hear it at first, until the sound got louder and seemed like it was getting closer. My brother asked what that noise was, I said I don't know, but lets start packing up and head home. As we are reeling our lines in, the sound definitely got way closer, I'm pretty sure we ended up leaving all our gear there and hopped on our bikes. The quarry was a good 10 miles away from home. As we rode our bikes out of Stone Mill and made our way to the actual road, the sound of the screaming lady followed us. We were only on 3 roads.. Stone Mill to Nigh, then Nigh to Ridge Road, Nigh being the longest road, with no street lights and hardly any houses, mostly trees and thick brush, it had already started to get dark by this time. We peddled as fast as we could, me yelling to my brother to hurry up. The whole way home,  this eerie sound of a lady being murdered and screaming for her life was all we heard. The sound kept pace with us, we dare not stop to take a break or catch our breath, who knows what would of happened if we did. Finally we hit Ridge Road, we turn right, and several houses down was our house. Not once did we look back after we left. We ride up in our front yard, jump off our bikes and run into the house, slamming the door and locking it. We don't know what it was that chased us out of there and followed us all the way home, all I know is that to this day, like 30 years later, my brother still refuses to talk about it.

One night at home, it was just me and my next youngest sister. We were on the phone with our cousin Roger because as you read earlier he stopped coming over because of what happened the last time he was there. As with any house with lots of kids, you had more than one phone in the house. While I was on one phone, my sister was on the other phone, we thought it would be funny if we played a prank on him. I don't remember how we did it but we made some type of sound, he would ask what that noise was, of course we would say we didn't hear anything. The noises made were crackling and clicking sounds as he talked, we would say hello? I can't hear you, even tho we could. He got scared and hung up, tried calling back but when we started talking we would hang up as if the line was cut off... lol it's funny now that I think about it, obviously not to him. I wanna say later that night we got scared because things started acting up in the house. We were hearing really loud bangs and knocks, and sounded like windows slamming. I know, pay back right? We got so scared that we left the house and sat across the street until my mom came home, I don't think we ever found out what the noises were or where they were coming from.

This next incident is kind of funny, at least I think so, my brother, on the other hand did not and still to this day does not think so lol. He liked G.I. Joe and had some action figures and a jet or something that shot missiles. One day while we were in the back living room, (mostly for us kids to hang out and watch tv and what not) we were playing with his guys, the jet made noises and had lights that lit up. After we were done playing with them he laid them on the floor, he said or did something stupid and I don't quite remember what I did but he didn't like it. He had this stuffed brown teddy bear, it was cute, had a smile on it. The bear right after this incident went from smiling to frowning, right before our eyes, then the jet lights started flashing and the missiles started shooting. No one was holding it, you literally have to be holding it by the trigger handle and push the trigger button to shoot the missiles. He stopped playing with both those toys.

I do know that there was a little girl spirit who liked to stay on the stairs that led up to the attic. I would see her peek around the door, she just like to see what we were doing lol. She also did not like to have the stair light on, every time we turned it on, she turned it off. She also didn't like the door closed, every time we closed it, minutes later it would open on its own. She was pretty harmless.

One thing that I remember about the attic that to this day, I find very cool, was how much activity I heard one night. So, this particular night I had fallen asleep on the couch in the front living room. I woke to a lot of noise coming from upstairs in the middle of the night. Foot steps walking all around up there, lots of loud laughter coming from male and female. I could hear music playing, not music from that current time and era, but from waaaay back when lol. I could hear glasses clanking as if they were doing "cheers". I could smell cigarettes, cigars and pipe tobacco. I just lay there taking it all in. Finally curiosity got to me, I sat up, looked towards the stairs, I hadn't crossed thru the door frame yet, but when I did, everything stopped. No music, no laughter, no smoke smell, nothing. I turned and went and laid back on the couch, just as I was starting to fall back to sleep, I could hear the laughter, music and smell the smoke, I don't know why but it made me smile. Again, I got up and start walking towards the stairs except this time as I crossed the door frame everything stayed as it was, it didn't disappear. I put one foot up on the next step, it stopped. lol. It was like a game. I laid back down and fell asleep, woke back up to the party still going on upstairs. I head to the stairs, cross the door frame, put one foot up on the stairs, then another and another. I was able to go up a few steps more, I made it half way up, once again everything stopped, back to the couch I go. I'm telling you they were messing with me but I still thought it was cool. One more time, I make my way up the stairs, only this time they let me make it all the way up!! I slowly walked to the door, I could feel my heart beating and feel it racing. I reach for the door knob and they stopped, I waited for what seemed like forever but was probably only like a minute lol and that was it, the end, nothing returned, ever again. I am grateful they allowed me to get as close as I did, but I have to think why? I wonder what would of happened if I was able to open the door and actually see them. Wonder what they looked like, I tend to picture them dressed in like saloon style clothing. The men in boots, hats and vests, like from the movie Tombstone lol and the women like barkeep style clothing, that would be really cool to see. I will never know.

Ok so this is where it kind of starts to involve other people outside of the house, non family members.

My Aunt who I mentioned earlier, had a friend who kept dreaming of a house, she had no idea who's house it was or even where it was. She was talking to my Aunt about this recurring dream, my older sister I'm pretty sure had a part in this section as well. As my Aunt is listening to her friend describe this house, my sister says, that's my house. This lady describes everything, right down to the refrigerator that sat on the porch. I'm not quite sure what was said about her having the dreams but apparently not good. Not long after my Aunt told my parents and grandparents about our house, a phone call was made to British Columbia to a couple that I only remember as Toni and Rocky.

Toni and Rocky hop in their car and make the drive from B.C to Ontario, arriving at our house. They were also special people. They were greeted and welcomed into our house. They had already knew way more stuff about our house before being told about the happenings. They do a walk thru of the house, go into every room, every closet, including the crawl space above the lofts outside the attic. They walk around the property, making their way around the back of the house and under the house. They enter thru the cellar door, which is just a dirt floor and only a small section where you could stand up without hitting your head. There was a time where we were asked to step outside as they stayed inside the cellar. We make our way back into the house, and they continue to do a walk thru by themselves. Some rooms they stay longer, the whole process took hours. Without anyone saying nothing about anything, she knew it all. She knew about the teddy turning from happy to sad, she knew about the girl who hung herself and what closet. She knew that I spoke to the spirits and that I would read to them, they told her they liked when I read to them. 

The biggest part of their walk thru and the part that took the longest, even tho for her, it only seemed minutes, was the attic. There was a lot of activity up there. The reason there was a lot of activity and the reason why me and my sister were afraid of the closet was because that closet was a portal. Yes, a portal that spirits entered and exited, all kinds of spirits, from all over. The wall that you would see directly in front of you when you opened the closet, was a big hole, in front of that hole was a piece of wood paneling that covered the hole, it just laid against the wall. She was able to move the wood, and sat inside the hole, so much energy was felt in there.

After a while they made their way back down stairs and into the dining room where we were all waiting. She explained about the portal and how she could close it and cleanse the house. They had made what looked like tea but it did not taste like tea, there was some type of Native  medicine mixed in with it, good healing medicine. Everyone of us inside the house had to drink a cup of this tea. After everyone drank their tea, we stood in a circle and one by one we all took our turn stepping inside with her as she smudged us. For those that are not familiar with smudging, it is a form of cleansing our body from any negativity using sage and/or sweetgrass or a combination of both. Finally my turn came to step in the middle of the circle. I remember her fanning her  eagle feather from top to bottom, front to back, then bottom back up to top, saying what ever she needed to say as she did this. I start coughing, I was handed a napkin, as I'm coughing I was told that I needed to spit out what was coming up. I put the napkin to my mouth and spit out a bunch of black stuff, this stuff is not good, she tells me to keep coughing it up. After I finish coughing up all this bad stuff, a spirit is seen stepping out of my body. She takes my napkin and does one more smudge. I step back to my spot and my Grampa steps in, she repeats the smudging process. Same as me, he too starts coughing and is handed a napkin, he spits up black stuff as well. Out of the people there, me and my Grampa were the only 2 who were really affected by the tea, I guess we really needed it. She also had done a walk thru and smudged every room of the house, making sure to leave windows and doors open so that the spirits could leave and not be trapped inside, after all, we wanted them to leave. Before leaving the house, they left more tea that we were to continue drinking until it was gone. I will never get that taste out of my mind. In the end, our house was cleansed and I do not remember anything else happening there again. My brothers teddy bear returned back to normal, with a smile and being happy. I graduated high school, took a year off from school before going on to college. My dad passed away while I was in college, after his funeral, I moved to the states, where activity started back up.

Prior to moving to Niagara Falls, I had lived in many other places and other states. I lived out west for a bit, I decided one day that I didn't want to be in NY anymore and hitch hiked across the country. I started from Buffalo NY and made my way to Grants Pass; Oregon, took a few weeks, but Oregon is where I ended. I took a job with a traveling amusement park that went up and down the west coast to Cali and back, I fell in love with the west. I met someone, we married, had 2 beautiful daughters, one born in N.F and one born in Oregon. We lived in Portland, Canby and Pacific City (my favourite because the Pacific Ocean literally was my front yard). Later we moved to Southern California, Hemet to be exact, then San Luis, Colorado before landing in Niagara Falls, for the second time. The first time was in 1995, with the birth of my 1st daughter. When we came back years later, we rented a house from a cousin of mine who owned a house in the city, full basement, 2 floors and an attic, 3 bedrooms, fenced in yard, it was nice and cozy... in the beginning.

Before moving in we had to wait, there was a family of Aztecs  from Mexico living there. They were very colourful people, every wall in the house was a different colour, pink, yellow, white, light blue etc. The day came when we could move in. The front of the house had a porch that was as wide as the house. The front door once opened, you step into a small room, I'm assuming a mud room?? Another door that led into the living room which was opened to the dining room, then the kitchen, which was pretty small. There was a hallway between the kitchen and the dining room. The bathroom was off the hall, just on the other side of the kitchen, nothing special, tub, toilet and sink. Across the hall and down a few feet was a door that led to the basement (I'll come back to the basement in a bit). Another door that led upstairs was off of the dining room. When you first open the door to go upstairs, right in front of you was a large window, almost floor to ceiling, it had previously been broke so it was covered with a sheet of plywood.

Once you reached the top of the stairs you see a small bedroom, we used that room as an office. We set up a desk and chair, a small cabinet and a computer with a printer. Next to this room was a bedroom, my bedroom. Lastly, a much larger room, except the ceiling was A frame shaped, so it had a slanty ceiling. The floor was carpeted and this became the girls room. Right beside the girls room, was a set of stairs that led to the attic. There were about 5 steps then a landing, then turned to the left for another 4 or so steps, then finally the attic, it ran the width of the house. There was some stuff that was left in the attic from previous renters, we added to it and used the attic for storage space. For some reason, I did not like the stairs going up to the attic. I think because the middle step, the piece of wood that is in the front of the step, was broken and never stayed connected and always fell, leaving a dark hollow hole, big enough for a hand to reach out and grab your foot as you stepped up. I always skipped over this step lol.

If you're familiar with sweetgrass, I had a braid that I would hang on the wall by a nail that was already there when I moved in. One day while cleaning, this braid fell off the wall. I picked it up and hung it back on the nail, not thinking about it, because it basically was just resting there. lol. Few weeks go by and again, I find the braid on the floor, didn't think anything about it, thought maybe it fell off because the girls were always jumping around upstairs, their room after all was right above the living room. It wasn't until this braid of sweetgrass literally flew off the wall and landed almost on the other side of the living room, which was when I was like,, what the hell?? Then the thought went thru my mind, I have a spirit on my hands.

Eventually I added a phone downstairs in kitchen/dining area so I didn't have to run upstairs all the time. Some times I would get phone calls, some times days or weeks would go by without calls. No big deal right?, until you're talking on the phone and are constantly getting disconnected, only to have them call back and their end ring off the hook and my end, nothing. After a couple of weeks of my phone not working, the phone company came out to check the line. Some how the lines in the basement were completely tangled and rewired all wrong, no wonder I wasn't receiving any calls. I had no idea the line was messed up until my Gramma and Grampa stopped by and dropped off some food and mentioned that they kept calling and nothing was happening. The phone guy had come out a couple times, the last time there, he was scared and didn't understand why, all I could say was,, it's the basement. He showed me how to fix the wires myself so they didn't have to keep coming out lol.

Not to get into any details but my husband and I split up and he decided to go back to Oregon. Some months later, I started seeing someone, this person I had some what known for quite a few years, since we were teenagers. We kind of knew each other from The Erie County Fair, some of my family members had a craft booth down in the Indian Village, as did his parents. Do you remember me mentioning earlier in the Ridge Road chronicles about a lady who had been dreaming about my house and didn't know why or even who's it was, well, that lady was this guys mom. lol. Anyway, I do not know the history of the house, I think but don't quote me on it, but I was told that it was one of the underground railroad houses. Throughout my stay there, there were some strange occurrences. Every once in awhile I would smell a soft scent of roses in the living room, the smell never lasted long but was always pleasant. Sometimes I would get a whiff of pipe tobacco, for some reason, it always reminded me of a great Uncle on my dads side, it too was a nice nostalgic smell, comforting. Eventually this guy I was talking to, moved into the house with me and my two girls, he has two boys.

Another strange thing that would happen was that the doorbell would ring at odd times, which wouldn't be so bad, if I only had a working doorbell lol. Yep. There once was a doorbell, but not one since I had moved in. In the living room, high up close to the ceiling was a small hole that two wires came out of. They were not capped and not connected to anything, one was bent to the right, the other was bent to the left, these would be the wires to the doorbell. Can you explain to me how the doorbell would ring when there was not one hooked up? No? me either, except it was a spirit. 

The basement was completed, it had a cement floor, washer and dryer hookups, an old sink basin, a work table and a shower. I did not like taking a shower in the basement so I took baths instead, even though I don't like baths. lol The guy that moved in, his name is Shane, he liked taking showers in the basement AND in the complete dark. Every time he took a shower down there, he could feel a very strong presence. This presence could be felt, it was strong, you could feel it, as if it was standing nose to nose with you and he definitely let you know he was there. That was the reason why I did not like showers in the basement and I'm guessing that's why the phone guy didn't like the basement, maybe he met my unfriendly spirit.

I only had one tv, it was in the living room, it sat on a metal cart in the corner (think Poltergeist... stay away from the light Carol Ann lol). More often then not, the channel would change while watching a show. I always dismissed it and changed it back because I may have accidently bumped the remote and it could have changed channels. Some times the volume would go really low, to the point where you could barely hear it. Other times it would go full volume, again, I would just turn it down, maybe the batteries needed changed, who knows?  One day, while Shane was watching tv, it did the volume up thing and changed channels. It kept happening even though he would put the previous channel back on, minutes later it would change and the volume would either go really low or all the way up. He got annoyed by that happening so he unplugged the tv and guess what? It still came back on even though it was not powered by electricity. Faulty tv or Casper playing pranks?

Months go by, eventually we all move out and move to a different town, in a different county.

As I'm typing my experiences and recalling incidences, my memory was triggered by a short visit to Buffalo for a celebration of life for a family member that had recently passed. The place where the celebration took place was just down the street from a building that I lived in as a child. The road behind that building is where my Aunt Lorraine lived, I had mentioned her in the Ridge Road parts. I remember her house, I had spent quite a bit of time over there, at the time, she did not have any kids, so I would spend weekends and days there. I was in kindergarten maybe??? Anyways, I can clearly remember the layout of the house.. we hardly ever used the front door, it was the side door. This door when opened, entered into a closed in narrow porch, no windows, just darkness. The kitchen was the main room when you entered into the house, to the left was the bathroom. On the other side of the kitchen, same side as bathroom, was a smaller room that Uncle used to make small projects or make jewelry. Dining room was to the left of the kitchen, not your typical dining room as the table was a pool table that doubled as a table when used during family functions lol. Next is the living room, not very big, then the door to front porch. 

There was an upstairs, those stairs were off from the kitchen. The stairs themself were very narrow and steep. As you're walking up the stairs, you walk past a small door that was just shy of reaching the top of the stairs, it was used as storage, that area always scared me. There was 2 bedrooms upstairs, the front bedroom was my Aunt and Uncles room then across the hall, the 2nd bedroom, much smaller then theirs. This is where I would sleep when I spent the night, most times tho, I slept downstairs on the couch. I was always afraid to go upstairs because I would always see a tall dark shadow figure standing at the top of the stairs. I could never see the face, I swear I can remember it talking to me which made it even more scarier to go up there.

That's all the rooms, at least that we saw. I say this because there was this large area that should have a room, but was not visible. The dining room was not as wide as the house or even the living room. There was a wall there, no door, just a wall. Never really thought about it as a kid and growing up, but decades later I would dream about this house. In my dream, there was a room that originally was part of the house, like a study or an office but it was enclosed. My dream told me that something gruesome took place there. I was showed book cases, a desk, and a  couple of chairs. The room and items in the room were covered in blood, lots of blood. When I think about it now, as an adult, it makes sense. Someone was either butchered to death in that room or, not to be graphic, but they could of blown their brains out. Idk. Like... why not use that space? I can't imagine just blocking that area up with just air and not utilize that space. I only dreamt about that house and uncovering that room, 2 times in this life time. I have driven by that house a few times over the last few decades when I've been up in that area. I almost want to go knock on the door and ask to step inside or at least ask if they uncovered a room. Maybe one of these days I will, but this shadow figure was my first true experience with the paranormal, then nothing until age 12.

I moved around a lot in my younger years, but not much activity happened but the few things that did happen while temporarily staying places I will share with you.

This one particular house I was staying with for a bit, is the sister of the guy I started seeing, remember him and his 2 sons moved in with me while in Niagara Falls? ok, well he has a sister, that's who's house this is. So like I mentioned earlier, we are Native American. There are certain groups that certain Natives belong to. His niece belonged to what is known as The False Face Society, too much to go into details, but she had this one particular false face that scared the crap outta me. It was put up on the wall at the end of the hall. It hung between the room I was in and the room that her kids were in. I swear that this false face did not like me, it sure gave off the vibe that it didn't. I could "feel" it follow me as I came out of my room. I could "feel" its eyes stare at me and follow me down the hall. Very uncomfortable feeling to have this inanimate object "watch" you. But other than this creepy feeling in the house, that is all that I ever felt there.

There may have been an incident or two before settling into a house that we spent a lot of years in that may have happened, well, it did happen, it all just leads up to this house that I'm going to talk about next, we will call it Maple St.