One of our readers kindly shared the following with us.....
I grew up in a house in Port Dover. I was really young, so strange things really didn't give me too much question at the time, but in later years I realized what the whole experience had been.
I remember when I was very small, my older siblings and myself were waiting for my parents to come home from work, we were looking out the window chatting as children do. You could see the reflection in the window of our dining room behind us (we had a sort of open concept living room and dining area). In the window, I could see a female figure in a rocking chair, her hair in a bun at the back of her head. she was doing something with her hands and rocking away in her chair. I would look behind me into the dining room, more confused then anything because we didn't have a rocking chair, just straight backed wooden chairs. I was pointing at it and telling my siblings, who saw nothing. They were frightened though I found out later, because they knew more about the house's history then I did. I told my mother, who convinced me it was my imagination of course.
A few years after we moved out, I mentioned it to my dad while we were driving somewhere and he was quite shocked. Apparently while we lived there, my dad had an injury and was on leave from work, he was on medications which he had always blamed his experience on. One day he was laying on our couch in the living room, when an old woman wearing a dress, with her hair tied back in a bun walked through our living room, she smiled at him and walked out, then was gone.
There is reason to believe she is the mother of a woman who had died in the house.
Now that we are older, everyone in my family openly knows that she was there the whole time. We all remember times of having strange feelings, usually good ones. She seemed to be an almost protective spirit. One day my siblings got in a big argument, were yelling at each other, the lights above their heads started to flicker on and off. Another time, the 3 of us had this big balloon, like 4 times the size of a regular balloon. We were bouncing it in our hallway and it hit the light fixtures about our head, it popped, shattering the light into shards, We were standing underneath of it, yet none of us were touched by even one, and it had completely exploded. We all remember it as being something strange.
Overall it was a positive experience to have her around. I've had other experiences similar in my life, some strongly bright, others a little scary, but living with her in memory was a beautiful experience and I am glad to have had it.