[CaptainCrunch]

When I was a kid in Winnipeg we lived in a house that was completely creepy, and my mom who's a touch strange at times swears up and down that it was haunted.

It had moving cold spots, if we were sitting on the couch one of us would get cold and then warm and the next person would get cold and warm.

The house made groaning and sighing moves at night, and the shadows in the kids rooms did move around.

My dad swears that he woke up one night and saw a little girl standing at the foot of the bed clutching a very old looking doll and when he tried to talk to her she ran out of the room. Of course the old man liked a drink before bed but who knows.

Our dog hated that house, we bought him in as a puppy and he would sit for hours in the kitchen staring at one corner of the kitchen and would shuffle his paws nervously and if we put his bowl in that corner he would refuse to use it.

My mom had a horrifying accident where she was standing on a ladder to get something from the top shelp of her closet and the thing tipped over and she fell into the wall mirror and cut herself badly.



One night when I was about 7, my parents were at the neighbors house partying and my oldest sister woke me and my other sisters up at 2:00 in the morning, and started pushing us out of the house, which was on fire. I learned later that the fire had suppossedly started in the wall, and the comment from my dad when I asked him years later was that the firemen told him that it was the hardest fire that they had fought and it was like the house was determined to burn to the ground, which it did.

When my dad decided that he wanted to rebuild, my mom refused, and made him take the insurance money, tear down what was left and sell the lot.

Thanks to that ghost, I was also sent to a catholic school in Coaldale Alberta for a year where I endured daily beatings by the Nuns.

If a ghost could laugh, it got its revenge.