One of our readers shares the following:
"I moved into a ranch bungalow on Birchwood Drive in Mississauga when I was 16 years old in 1997. The house appeared to be built in the 1950s or 60s, and going by the interior decorating it hadn't been updated since then. Other than the awful decorating I didn't think much of the house and didn't feel overly spooked or creeped out by much. Everything I'm about to describe are experiences qualified in hindsight. Personally, I experienced an incident not far into moving in, where I awoke from sleep in the middle of the night to lots of noise coming from the basement below me. It sounded like tools being tossed and thrown around, and I didn't feel too concerned because my stepfather was a drinker and was known for unpredictable behaviour. I got out of bed and walked towards the basement stairs. But due to the layout of the house, I passed my parents' bedroom and noticed that both my parents were sound asleep in bed. There was no one else in the house who could've been downstairs. I went back to bed without incident. Other than that I had no personal experiences. Later on after moving, I had family members describe incidents and observations of the house. My mother is very sensitive, and described phenomena in the house. She says she would hear voices in the driveway (the master bedroom was over top of the garage). It sounded like female voices arguing, but she could never quite make out what they were saying. She thought at first it was my friends and I, but when she looked outside she saw no one. She later was up one night going to the kitchen when she saw the silhouette of someone standing in the window of the back door against a wall - when she looked at the door itself she saw nothing, but looking back at the wall she could still see it. Other than my mother I had a teenage girlfriend who insisted that she had her ponytail tugged while in the kitchen. I had a boyfriend at the time who insisted he saw a young male in 70s clothing in the same area. My stepfather made a grim discovery in that there were locks on the doors to the basement on the *outside* of the doors, rather than the inside. My mother eventually brought a priest to the house (although we're not religious) who explained that there was an angry young man who was haunting the house. He made his blessing and insisted that she kept a Bible under her pillow. These measures seemed to work. We eventually moved from the house for other reasons. The house still stands and I would like to study the history of those who have lived there."