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Having an opened minded group take a walk around the inn, before learning any of the history involved, yielded interesting results.

Nine individuals all armed with a pen, three page questionnaire, and full run of the inn the data produced made for, and still does, interesting reading. Words like "anxious", "tension", and "disoriented" abound through the pages.

The inn itself is a beautiful old building, being 100+ in age. Very few changes have taken place over the years, only two walls have been removed upstairs to make larger rooms. The general store, still in use, still boasts the original counter top. The tin ceilings and walls all add to the warm and charming atmosphere of this cozy inn. The inn is as interesting in history as any you could find in Ontario.

This building was the post office, general store, inn, as well as a train station for the line that ran from Kinmount to Bancroft. Many people have stopped here over years for many purposes, some of which I feel are still visiting or at least haven't left.

After all the participants had walked around filled out there questionnaire it was time for dinner at which time all were filled into the history of our accommodations for the night. During dinner several of our group were aware of feeling someone or something watching our group eating dinner. Many mentioned hearing noises between the old post office door and the door to the hallway. This would later prove to be an interesting observation.

As dinner was over we all went and sat in the living room, enjoying the fire and conversation, many of us had not met in person only via email. Slowly the group started to shrink as people tired from the drive up, and the delicious meal started to make their way to bed. Eventually leaving only four of us sitting in the front room, the time being around 1:30 am.

Matthew, our fearless leader sat in the chair facing the hallway and dining room, and seemed to be distracted by something in the hallway, his head was weaving back and forth. Matthew then asked if one of us would be so kind as to check out what he was seeing. Needless to say the blue chair he was sitting on was now occupied by all four of us. Matt tried to explain what he was seeing describing it as looking through bubble wrap, later we decided that it was more like watching the movie "Predator" when the alien is in stealth mode in the trees. The shape was three dimensional and seemed to move around the dining room. Matthew had also been witnessing a solid shape moving through the hallway. This shape and solid seem to stay between the dining room and hall, every once and awhile moving to the door jam to get a better look at us.

Matthew moved to the couch with his back to the hall and dining room, feeling that whatever it was would still be there to look at when we wanted, and after watching it for two hours we all tended to agree. At that point the shape moved and seem to disappear, at that moment Matthew asked if anyone was wearing or smelled perfume. The response from all three women in the room was no, at first. A moment after Matthew had asked all three of us noticed a sudden and drastic temperature change in the area around us. Goose bumps and shivering the strong smell of ladies lavender talc over took us all. Tamara with a slight cold caught the scent as well. It was an interesting evening to say the least.

Lynda, and myself decided that we were now going to be room mates for the night, figuring that neither of us were going to get any rest. The room we slept in that night/morning was directly over the dining room, and both of enjoyed listening to the things moving in the room below us as we tried to get some rest. Needless to say Lynda and myself slept with a light on, I guess you could say we were scared of the things that went bump in the night.

Although I must say I never really got any sense of being in any harm the whole night. Would I stay there again, well let me put it too you this way, I would love to go back and see if the shape is in the dining room again, or the solid in the hall way. However in saying this I wonder if my imagination would now get the better of me. Sometimes the things in your mind are far scarier then the things right in front of you.