We received the following report from a retired realtor:

"I used to sell real estate in Toronto and as you can imagine, I have seen a lot of houses and several 'odd' things.

One day in the summer while I was inspecting a house for prospective buyers.  The house was, if memory serves, on Sorauren Ave in downtown Toronto.  It was a well kept, large old Victorian house with a huge front porch, and a very large foyer.  As you walked into the foyer, directly ahead was an elegant, wide staircase that led to the upstairs hallways and bedrooms.  When you reached the top of the stairs you could go straight ahead down the hallway to the back bedrooms or you could turn to your right and go up three more stairs to the bright open hallway which led to the bedrooms at the front of the house.  My fellow agent and myself had completed our inspection and I was standing at the top of the main staircase admiring the house when I felt a someone staring at me, I turned my head and looked up the three stairs to my right and I saw a young boy, about 8 - 10 years old, leaning on the banister looking at me inquisitively and smiling.  I smiled back at him and I remember thinking that he had on very  old fashioned clothes.  He was wearing a pioneer type white shirt with full sleeves and heavy cloth dark pants with suspenders. I opened my mouth to speak to him but quickly realized that I could actually SEE RIGHT THROUGH HIM.  I stood there and just staring and tried to take in every single detail of him and felt absolutely no fear, however, when I turned my head for a fraction of a second to call the other agent, within an instant, he was gone.  I looked through all the bedrooms but could not find him and there was absolutely no way that he could have got past me.

I have often thought about this particular house and that bright summer day and wondered about that mischievous little boy."