At the time I was a student at the University of Guelph I
lived in a little cottage in Rockwood Ontario, Canada a 15
minute drive from the University. I was 25 at the time and
had always lived in old houses. This place was no
exception. I discovered, after moving out, that the house
was built for the first Groundskeeper of the Rockwood
Academy in 1834. It is located just south of the tiny
Rockwood business district on the North West corner of
Frederick Street and Highway 7. It was a beautiful space
with pine floors throughout. A small living room and a
bedroom constituted the front portion with a bathroom and
kitchen at the rear. My bedroom was located in a loft like
area that could be reached through an enclosed stair well.
I moved in in December and everything was great. I had a
room mate who used the bedroom on the main floor.
After a few weeks I started to wake up in my bedroom at
3:45am. At first it was a couple of times a week but it got
to the point of being a nightly affair. When I would awake
I would feel an uneasiness. I felt like there was someone
there in the room with me. It got to the point where my dog
refused to come up the stairs and I had to drag him up
there as I did not like sleeping alone in the room. I
finally started to sleep on the couch in the living room.
By February my room mate found a girl friend and he was
rarely at the house. There would be occasions when I would
be watching TV or listening to music when I would get the
same feeling I got upstairs.I would even put on my coat and
get out of the house. After a few minutes standing in the
snow I would feel like a fool and go back inside. At times
my dog would look up and his eyes would follow something
across the room but there was nothing there. He even walked
backwards from the living room to the kitchen with his
hackles up and his teeth bared. This was the point when I
started to become extremely uncomfortable and began to look
for a new place.
The final event was real. I had not been drinking nor had I
been using the smoke that was going around the campus at
the time. I was sleeping on the couch in the living room
when I awoke to the sounds of my panicking dog. My arms
were pinned down as if some one was on top of me.The light
from the windows was totally obscured, I could not breath
and I felt that some one was kissing me on the lips. It was
a male presence. I used all my strength to move what ever
it was away from me and managed to get up. I could now see
the light from the street streaming through the window and
I could breath again.
I stayed awake all night as I packed my school stuff and
some clothes I then moved to a friend's house. In mid May I
returned to the place to give the Real-estate agent the
keys and pick up all my furniture. She joked "I guess you
found out about the house"? I asked her what she meant and
then she laughing told me that she had heard it was haunted
but she thought it was nonsense and not worth telling me.
This all happened 29 years ago and I have since discovered
that the house is on the market every 12 to 18 months, it
is always "A real Buy" way under market value. About ten
years ago I stopped by to check the place out and noticed a
for sale sign on the lawn. The next door neighbour was
watering his lawn and I asked him about the place as if I
knew nothing about it. He told me it was always up for sale
and it has reputation for being haunted. I asked him if he
had ever heard or seen anything and he said no. I called
the same real-estate company and they said it was a great
little place and I could have at a great price. I then
asked if it was haunted and after a pause she said she had
heard it was. Something very bad happened in that house.
After hearing about its history, the fact that it was a
private school for boys from all social levels, and that it
was the home of the groundskeeper I think I know what went
on there.
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