From Late Night Rider . . .

This experience took place in 1995-96 while I was living in an old house in Vancouver, B.C. Canada, with my ex-girlfriend. I will give a little back ground info on how I arrived in this house. I met my ex-girlfriend in early ‘95. After the usual relationship stuff, she suggested that we move in together, and that she knew a good house to rent, which turned out to be a kind of “club house,” for her circle of friends. This house had been rented off and on by her friendship circle. Any how, over 10 years before, an old boyfriend ( friend ) who was very close with her and her friends had died of a morphine or herione over dose.

As the story goes, apparently this friend had gotten into a motorcycle accident which had badly crippled his legs and feet. Apparently, he had caught one of his legs in the back wheel of the motorcycle. It had crushed his legs so badly that he could no longer walk. As it was described to me, he was in so much pain, the doctors attending to his injuries had recommended that he get an amputation of his lower legs. Apparently, he refused, even though his legs caused him great pain. Some friend started providing him with some “very” strong drugs, heroine and morphine, of which, he became very addicted. He eventually passed away after an overdose of one of these drugs, right on the couch in the living room.

The general layout of the house is typical. There’s a front room with a hallway going towards the kitchen in the back of the house. Halfway down this hallway is an intersection where two of the bedrooms exist, along with a bathroom and a stairwell that goes up to the other 2 bedrooms in the “attic.” It's a big attic. I had a “computer” room on the main floor. When the door to this computer room was open, I could seen well into the front room, aproximately 20 or 30 ft away.

One afternoon, a friend and I were working on my computer (we were installing computer hardware, and having some technical problems); the door to my computer room was open. We were concentrating fairly hard on the computer and were pretty oblivious to anything else. I should state that all the curtains were drawn shut in the house, with only a little diffuse light coming through the fabric of the curtains, lighting gently the front room and hallway.

Suddenly, both my friend and I caught a shadow moving in the front room, in the corner of our peripheral vision. We both looked in the direction of the front room at the very same time, just in time to see a human shaped shadow move from the front room into the hall, to completely dissappear as it “walked” past the opening from the computer room and the hall. There was absolutely no sound or any other sensation.

My friend said,“Did you see that?” We were both looking out into the hall.I said to my friend,“ Yeah I saw it!” I proceeded to walk out quickly to see if I could get a better look. The aproximate distance was less than 10 ft. As I peered out into the hall, there was absolutely nothing there.

We talked about this incident a bit and came to the conclusion that it must have been the “spirit” of my girlfriend's friend, who had died on the couch a decade before.

What struck us as unusual, is that we both saw the same thing at the exact same time, out of the corner of our vision, and watched the “shadow” move down the hallway beyond our view. The whole thing took aproximately 5-7 seconds. Yet as we focused our vision on the “shadow,” it literally dissolved right in front of our eyes as it moved passed the door way to the computer room.

In the months that passed after that incident, I occasionally would hear footsteps going up the stairs to the attic late at night, around 1 or 2 am. I am computer tech/hacker who stays up late at night surfing the internet. I would hear the “creaking” and get up and open the door to see who was walking up the stairs, and there would be nothing there! Yet the creepy thing was that the creaking would progress, step by step, up the stairs and dissappear. The whole time aproximately covered about 5-10 seconds. This occurred about once a week, although some times I was not there to see if it was occurring more frequently.

A few months later I moved because my girlfriend and I broke up. I never returned to the house after this. I suppose that these events occur all the time there. I must state that at NO time was I really scared or frightened, although I did think it was a little out of the ordinary.