One of our readers writes in:
"I’m French Canadian and we have a very big family. My mother has 10 brothers and sisters including herself not to mention my countless cousins. For Christmas we usually all celebrate together at someone's house but in 1995, the people planning the event felt it would be easier to rent out an establishment for a private and catered event. We ended up a local pub called "Sweeney Todd's" located on Queenston Street in St. Catharines, Ontario. To accommodate our family's size and request, the pub owner closed down the whole building to the general public.
Most of the celebration occurred on the main floor. At the time as I was a smoker and was asked to have my cigarettes on the second floor. I recall walking up the stairs with my then girlfriend. It was a cozy loft with dim lighting and a roaring fire in the fireplace on the right wall. To the left was a love seat with table in front. As we sat down to enjoy a moment of peace away from the family, something caught my attention; the smell of pipe tobacco.
I’m not sure why I didn’t notice at first, but across the room from us, in a rocking chair, was an old man sitting with a blanket across his lap enjoying his pipe and a drink. One characteristic I do recall was his eyes. They had a piercing quality about them. It really didn’t bother me he was there but for whatever reason I found it odd because I thought the building was closed off to the public. Maybe it was his eyes.
I quietly discussed it with my girlfriend. No matter, we just finished our cigarettes, I smiled at the old man and he reciprocated as we left the loft. It wasn't until 6 months later that I learned the ghost of someone known to the owners had been spotted in the upstairs loft."