October is the greatest month of the year. The changing of the leaves, pumpkin carving, adults revisiting their childhood days for one night. And then we have our ghost stories, this is the month that everything comes a live. Along with sharing Canadian documented hauntings. I want to share my personal experiances.
Halloween is my favourite festival, yet very painful too. 2017 was a year of hell for me, a year that many would never want to live. In the span of 7 months my world was turned up side down.
I had found out that I was pregnant with my son March 2017. The father was out of my picture, but I knew he would be their for our child.
Living in a 2 bedroom apartment with three girls and myself was not going to work. I had to move. I started to save and looking for new accommodations. When I had move to the South side I new that townhouse that I walked by, I was going to move there. My goal was set, and I always get what I want.
I was going to view the place at the end of August. It was a 2 bedroom townhouse, I did not care, there was more room there than an apartment. I was going to make it work no matter what the cost. After going into premature labour, I had asked my friend to view the place and I would just sign the papers.
I signed the papers, 2 weeks later I went into premature labour again do to a flu, (I had no idea I was sick until I was admitted to the hospital) spent 4 days in the hospital. After that I was packing boxes to move in less than 4 weeks.
I am going to call him Mr. S! He was the guy that lived in my unit with the love of his life. He was killed in a car accident not even 2 weeks of me signing the papers to get the townhouse. And he was bloody angry! He was livid at how his wife was treated. She had asked the supers to ripe up her notice of moving. That she was having a hard time dealing with the death of her husband. The super pretty much told her to pack her stuff she had to go.
If I had only known what was going on then, I would never had sign the papers, I would have waited until she was ready to move.
Mr. S spirit was a live and I picked up on it less than 3 days of being in my new home. He would hit my boxes, and stomp on the floors. Where I saw him the most was in the basement. The was once his man cave. He did not like the fact that his area was messy. I finally had to tell him, that he was a guest in my home. I pay the bills, make the meals and if he did not like how things were he knows where the door is, he can leave.
To make matters worse, I was having dreams that my mother was going to die and very soon. It was the same dream that I had when I was in my early 20’s. It was the reason why I did not have children until I was in my 30’s.
The dream goes like this – I just gave birth to a child, the phone rings and the person on the other end tells me that my mother had just died in the middle of the night. This child would not know my mother and my mother would only be able to see the baby in spirit.
It had been years since I had that dream and it was haunting me. I had not been living in my townhouse for 2 weeks when I received the call. My mothers battle with MS was finally over. Halloween day, was the day we placed my mothers body to rest.
Becaue I was a high risk post partum depression, I had health care calling me every couple of days. I had a nurse in my house once a week. And I had to see my family doctor every other week.
It was not the health care professionals that helped me get through the darkness, it was Mr. S, He got me through the worst time of my life. You will never know pain, until you have to place a loved one in the ground.
It has been roughly 15 months now, I see less of Mr. S. When I do, he seems to be playing with my son. He told me that the one regret that he had was thinking he had time to start a family. He kept on saying, “after this we will think about having a baby”. He told me he did not care if it was a girl or boy, he would have been happy to just have the chance to hold a little him.