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House on Nash Road

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Jane writes...The house I had lived in was torn down...I found that out last year when I was in Ontario, last March, visiting my family, from Alberta. There were some on Nash Rd. torn down to make way for a mall at Townline and King. I had not been in that area for so many years that I did not even know for sure until then that the house was no longer there. Maybe that is a good thing....LOL!!

When I read the post/posts the person wrote in about a boarded up house in the Baseline area I thought to myself, that sounds almost like the person copied the post I put on the ghrs board, about 9 months ago. The post I had put up was to try to find out about a house I had lived in, in the Courtice/Oshawa area.

I more then likely posted the main streets, and it was basically trying to find out if someone who had lived in that area maybe knew something about that place. It was around 83 that I lived there...and I was a skeptic, before I lived in that house.

My ex husband, and son who was 6 and daughter who was 3 at the time, moved into a house that was for rent at Townline and King. I still remember the street name...It was on Nash Road. I still remember the address of the house it was 1411, funny how it has stayed with me all of these years.

Before we moved in, I remember we went to look at the house, there was a family renting there that had 4 sons. They had lived there for two years. When I went to the back of the house to look at two of the bedrooms, the owners had told me I could paint or do whatever I wanted to do to it. One of the bedroom’s walls were painted yellow, with Holly Hobbie wall paper on at least one of the walls. The owners had said that before the couple with the 4 sons lived there, there used to be a couple that had twin daughters and a baby.

I decided at that time, if we were the ones to get the house I would not touch that room and it would be my daughter’s bedroom.

Before moving day, I painted a wall in the master bedroom. I remember like it was yesterday…That evening, while my kids were asleep in the living room, the hair on the back of my neck suddenly stood on end and I had the worst chill ever, all through me, like someone was watching me. I could see the opening to my daughter’s bedroom from where I was painting and I kept looking down there. I even went to her room a few times. I shook off the feeling, and went back to my painting.

We moved in and everything was fine, until we had lived there a few months. My ex worked the afternoon shift so I was sitting in the living room reading. One of our couches was on a wall that faced the kitchen. There was a side door in the house that led to the laundry room. There was another door from the laundry room into the kitchen. I looked up from my book, because I had heard the door from the laundry room to the kitchen click shut. When I looked up I thought I saw, or did see, a woman. She looked like she was wearing a nightgown as she went through my kitchen. I got up and checked the doors, windows, and kids, but nobody was up, and everything was locked up. I again thought ok, over active imagination.

The next thing I remember happening was my daughter playing in her bedroom a day or two after that. She was playing on one of those horses on springs, the kind kids used to bounce up and down on. She had pulled it out of her bedroom into the hallway. I could hear her saying something over and over again. When I listened she was saying, "I hate my room" over and over and over again. I pulled the horse back into her bedroom and told her she had to keep it in there to play with. She kept pulling it into the hallway, saying the same thing over and over.

From there, it got worse. My daughter used to wake up in the middle of the night and sit in her bedroom doorway screaming around 2 or 3am. She always ended up coming into our bed terrified of something in her room, but would never say what it was. Then, one day not long after the first time she woke up like that, she started talking about the two little girls that came into her room and would sometimes sit on the bed and talk to her. I asked her, “What two little girls?” She said to me, “You know, the ones who look the same!!” She also mentioned a black dog she had seen on top of the fridge, and in one of the vents.

After that, there was a night I was cleaning in the master bedroom. I was polishing my dresser and I smelled something. It smelled like a mixture of perfume and flowers, something like talc, only much stronger. I did not see anyone, but could only sense the smell in the room. I was not afraid of it, and I remember thinking to myself, ‘there is another woman here with me’. It did not feel scary, or make me feel cold, or anything like that.

There was another night that when we had just gotten home from my parent’s house (they lived in Etobicoke at the time), and I was tucking my daughter into bed. She was sound asleep. I heard very heavy footsteps coming down the hallway towards her bedroom, plain as anything. I called out to my ex, but he did not answer me. A couple of minutes later I heard the front door shut so I called out to my ex again. He told me he had just been out front putting out the garbage. I said, “Well, someone just walked down this hallway towards our daughter’s bedroom and the footsteps ended at her doorway, but there was nobody there”.

Another night, we had just gotten home from my parent’s, and had tucked the kids in. They were both asleep and about 15 minutes later I heard children’s footsteps running through my son’s bedroom (his floors were tiled). I said to my ex, “Our daughter is up, I will put her back to bed”. When I got up from the living room to do that, and turned down the hallway, I saw a little girl (not my daughter) run across the hall from my son’s room into my daughter’s. I told my ex to go and look because I would not....LOL!! Our daughter was in bed sound asleep, everything locked up, and nobody else around.

I remember one day cleaning the bathroom and getting a chill so bad. I felt like I was being watched, it felt very violent to me. I will admit, the feeling actually scared me, like whoever was watching was a very violent person. Same as always the house was locked with nobody around.

One day while my ex was taking a nap, I went into our bedroom for something and as I was leaving I went to shut the door so the kids would not disturb him. As I turned to shut it, I saw the comforter on my side of the bed lift slowly up about 2 feet, and then slowly go back down. My ex was sound asleep on the opposite side of the bed nowhere near the side facing the door. I shut the bedroom door, thinking whoever was in there with him, could stay there LOL!!

The final straw for me was one night while I was laying in bed reading. By this time we had lived there for almost a year and I was sleeping with all of the lights on. I looked up at our bedroom doorway and could see a man (or part of a man) walking into our bedroom. All I saw of him was from the waist down, with one of his legs entering the room. I pulled the covers over my head, thinking someone had gotten into the house for sure. I must have laid there for like that for around 15 minutes or so. When I got up the courage to look, nobody was there. Once again the house was locked right up.

A year after we signed the lease we decided to move. I remember the last two nights we spent in that house. I was supposed to sleep in my daughter’s bedroom, but of course I would not. I always felt whatever happened there, happened in her bedroom. I would not go to sleep before daylight. The last two nights we lived there, I sat up all night in the living room. I could hear a baby crying from my son’s bedroom plain as anything...did I look? No Way!! The only day that house felt at peace was the day we were moving.

From there we moved to Ajax and I had started working with my ex on the afternoon shift. One afternoon, about 6 months after we moved, I laid down to have a nap before going to work. I fell into a very deep sleep and had a dream that I was back in that house in Oshawa. In my dream, I had walked down the hallway to my daughter’s bedroom. I looked in and saw a woman holding on to two children and a man’s arm going up and down. I saw a knife, and a lot of blood. Then before I knew it, I was in the master bedroom. I saw a man hanging. I never saw his face, but just saw him from the waist down with his feet off of the ground. That was it, after that I woke up.

I have tried to research the house in Ontario at the Ajax library by going through some archives in the Durham paper. Like I said, until I moved into that house I never believed anything like that.

My daughter is now 25 yrs. old and still remembers the little girls coming into her room. The other thing I forgot to mention, was there was a day that her and her brother were playing at a nearby park. She said the little girls were there too. She still remembers that like yesterday, remembers the dog, but she has no memory of what the little girls used to say to her. I try not to bring it up to her, because I know by the look on her face it still scares her. As for my son and former hubby, neither of them saw or heard anything in the year we lived there.

Also while we lived there, there was a time I had to have surgery and my ex's mother stayed in the house a few nights to look after the kids. Months after we moved from there she told me that she did not like that house while she was there. She said she heard things like a door opening and shutting. She refused to sleep in my daughter’s bedroom and my ex said that when he got home from work, his mother would be sitting there with the heat turned up to the fullest wearing a winter jacket. She said she was freezing cold. I did not tell her until after she told me about what had went on in the house for the year that we had lived there.

Another thing was, one night we had a surprise party for my parent’s anniversary. My mom, to this day, remembers pulling into the driveway looking at my dad saying, "I do not like this house". She does not know what made her say that, but that is the only time they ever came to visit. My mom would not come into that house again. Same thing I had told her nothing, until we had been out of there a number of months.

Years later I still lived in Ajax and my ex and I had split up. I ran into an old friend, and we talked about where we had lived etc. All I had said was that prior to Ajax I had lived at Townline and King. My friend at the time had said to me, “Did you know there was a murder/suicide in that area years ago?” Then told me that some man went berserk in the middle of the night and murdered his wife and kids, then hung himself. Just like the dream I had when I had first moved to Ajax.

I met someone else in Ajax while ice-skating with my daughter’s class at the time. We had the same conversation, about where we used to live, etc. I mentioned to this woman about our home on Townline and King. She said to me, “Did you know there was a haunted house in that area?” She described the street, where it was located, exactly which house, how many houses in, what it looked like and everything. She said she used to live in that area, and hated passing by that house. She is the one who told me that she had heard a woman went berserk there, murdered her family, and committed suicide. Once she described the house in such full detail, all I said is, “I know the house, and I lived in it for a year”. I had no clue when I moved there all those years ago that it had such an awful history.

Like I said the previous people who rented had 4 sons, and the couple before them had twin girls with a baby. To this day I remember a baby crying, and my daughter, at the age of 3, talking about 2 little girls who look the same. I believe the previous tenants before us had lived there two years, or maybe it was 4 years…that I cannot remember for sure. That would make the time that the other family lived there…hmmmm…I would say late 70's? I would think maybe 78 or 79? Not sure. I was going to ask the owners that we had rented from, but never did. I was afraid they would think I was nuts...LOL!!

Anyway that is all I know to this day. I have never found out for sure what happened there, but I would love to know!! If you can add anything or find out anything I would love to know...I know my daughter would too. Sometimes to this day I still dream about that place, even all these years later.

~Jane

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We have also helped the Toronto Ghosts and Hauntings Society with information regarding this case.