I bought my first home in 2003, and was over the moon. Shortly after moving in, two of my neighbors began joking with me about the ghost in my home.

Well, I thought they were joking so I just played along pretending I had seen one and it was no big deal. Well, as time went on, I met more and more of my neighbors and they all brought up the same topic.

Finally an elderly woman on the block who was quite kind and friendly told me story after I’d asked her. I knew she wasn’t going to screw with my head which is why I asked in the first place.

Turned out the previous owner purchased the home and never lived there because she said it was haunted. Sounds in the night of foot steps and sobbing, and glimpses of a man sitting in the kitchen covered in blood.

One of my neighbors helped with the renovations of the house and said that he was putting up dry wall when he felt something lift up his hair. Though I’ve had paranormal experiences before, it had been years, and by then I just chalked it up to night terrors.

I heard from the neighbours that one of the previous tenants allegedly did the unthinkable inside my home and died there.

I remember my grandmother saying, “when the dead come to you, they want something, perform an act of charity in their name and pray for them.”

So I did, i sat down at the kitchen table one night and recited a prayer for the deceased. On the ninth night, I heard uncontrollable sobbing, I felt a strong presence of grief and despair,and the sound of hyperventilating breathing, as though someone could not catch their breath.

I sat in the presence of this knowing it was not malignant, but rather a connection of intimacy and compassion of which he was in need..

For forty five days I said a prayer for his soul. A few times I had awakened to feel his presence standing over my bed, but knew it was not a malignant presence.

This still happens from time to time, but less and less frequently.