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On Ste Therese Island in the province of Quebec our family had two country homes. The small house was boarded up for the winter, As it was late in October 1960.
It was getting kind of late one evening, so my friend Roger could not leave to go home. We decided he could stay over for the night.
The house was quite large, it had 8 bedrooms.So we made arrangements, George had to sleep in the same room as his brother Robert, so I could have his room and Roger of course slept in the living room on the sofa.
That night as I was going to my room to get some sleep, there was a man hanging by his feet in the door leading to my bedroom. I was so frightened I ran through the house, here I have to mention that there were no bathrooms in the house, we had outdoor plumbing. So when I ran by the pot which had a cover, with you know what inside, I knocked over the cover. My foot went right in the pot, I was too scared to stop running so I traipsed all what was in the pot across the floor.
I woke up everyone in the house, and said come and see what I see. They came and one of them said, "Oh my God", put out their hand and it disappeared.
To tell you the truth, that night I was afraid to sleep in that room, but I finally fell asleep.
The next morning I went to the living room to see Roger, he was wrapped up in the window blinds. He said I was so scared last night, I looked out of the window, and in front of the house there were all tombstones.
Well, that winter Roger and I broke up. In Spring I was introduced to the man that later became my Fiancee, André.
We were to be married on September 9th, 1961. It never was to be. On July 21, 1961, we were going to go to a dance and André had to go home to change his clothes first. Of course being on an island we had to cross to the city of Montreal by boat. There were no bridges.
Well, when we got across, we went to the restaurant first and André decided to take the boat to go the distance of about three blocks home. I told him I think we had better walk the distance and come back for the boat later, He said I was too superstitious, and he was going to take the boat anyway.
When we entered the boat, he could not get the motor started. He tried several times, when it finally started he slipped off the boat and the motor opened his head.
We hired scuba divers to find his body, but after three days they stopped searching. One week later his body washed up shore, right in front of our country home.
The man next door had tied a cord to his feet to drag him in. We then realized that it was the same scene we had seen in the door the month of October 1960.
In the summer of 1958, we were living at 1125 Beaudry St. in Montreal. We were living on the 3rd floor. One day there came a knock at the door, I went to answer, no one was there. A few minutes later, someone knocked again. I want to answer again, still no one there. The third time it knocked so hard, my mother said, "Do not answer, uncle Alexander just passed away."
Later that same afternoon, my mother's cousin called to say uncle alexander had passed away. How did my mother know????