Luck Of The Irish
One evening, Ray’s dad, then a young boy, sat in the kitchen of his home in Northern Ireland with his chair leaning against the main door, reading a book by oil light. Heard 2 bangs. Without warning, to large knocks banged against the door. Ray’s young dad bolted from his chair and flung open the door. He saw nobody and heard nothing else. Was it neighbourhood kids playing a prank? An animal? Or something else?
First off, the front gate at the end of the drive was closed, making it unlikely for anyone to have gotten in let alone leave so quickly and somehow manage shut the gate without a sound. Add to that, the entire house is surrounded by gravel. Anyone or anything that moved outside the house would be easy to hear as the gravel would have crunched under foot. Evidently, logic and reason were of little use in helping to solve the source of the crash at the door. As if that wasn’t strange enough on its own, Ray’s dad recalled looking at the clock when the knocks were heard. He found out the next day the time he looked at the clock matched the time his dad (Ray’s grandfather) had passed away the night of the knocks.
Several years later, about 1982, Ray and his family visited his old family home as his Grandmother was dying. Ray stayed in his old room, his sisters in their old room which also happened to the birthing room where Ray’s dad, his Aunt Rhoda (who passed in 1964) and Grandmother had all been born.
One night during their visit, Kim awoke to a most unusual sight. On the ceiling and covering the walls, a spectral of lights spun throughout, overwhelming Kim’s senses as she struggled to take stock of what was going on. Beside her, Kathy, who also woke up, saw the same swarming lights as Kim. The two girls watched as something began to take shape within the wardrobe along the wall until out stepped the image of their grandmother. And then another form joined their grandmother, only this one faded in and out of focus. The fading form turned out to be the image of their Aunt Rhonda who had died in 1964 and had been quite close to her sister, Ray’s grandmother. The forms said nothing, but the sisters remembered the expressions were that of calmness. The forms faded out with the lights, leaving the two girls shocked and bewildered as to what they had witnessed. The next day arrived with bad news. Their grandmother had passed away during the night. They learned that the same time the image of their grandmother had faded in and out of view, their she had been slipping in and out of consciousness in her sick bed. She died shortly leaving Ray’ sister to wonder if their aunt Rhoda had simply joined her sister in the afterlife as closely as they had been in life?
Paranormal encounters may have begun at the Ruddy family home in Ireland, but they certainly didn’t stop after they moved to Preston, Ontario in Canada. If anything, the strange encounters grew stranger still as they settled into their new home on Biscayne Drive in 1977.
With nothing except quiet voices behind us and the light warm breeze of the night, Ray recalled a chilling occurrence from when his parents owned the house on Biscayne Drive.
Early on in the home, Ray’s sister Kim, walked by her son Michael’s – who later that evening confirmed these details – bedroom when he was four years old. She looked in on him and asked why he was hiding under the covers. Because the blonde girl won’t stop looking for me, he told his mom.
Kim recalled a time in the house from when she was a young girl. She told how she used to get awakened as someone poked her hard in the back and shoulders. Startled from her sleep, she would quickly roll over, half expecting to see her sister, Kathy, standing behind her. When she would roll over, there was no one there at all to account for the rude awakening. The random occurrences frightened young Kim into more than a few nights in the safety of her parent’s bed. Eventually, the unusual awakenings ceased altogether as suddenly as they had first begun.
Ray went on to recall a time when he lived in the house with his girlfriend. His girlfriend would leave her rings on the bathroom before bed. Well, one morning they were gone, and Ray swore he hadn’t touched them. About two months later, the rings reappeared leaving Ray to try an convince his girlfriend he had nothing to do with either instanc
The fire crackled softly behind our small coven of story tellers and listeners while Kathy described something she heard while upstairs in the house. One night, during the time when Ray and his family lived there, Kathy had heard glass breaking from down in the basement. She investigated the source of the noise, but saw no signs of anything being broken, let alone glass.
Ray explained that in later years the basement was built into an apartment with Ray’s room being in the corner of the back, the area where Kathy had heard the glass breaking. A couple of years later when a friend of theirs took over Ray’s former bedroom as her own, she pulled back the covers of her bed.
To Kathy’s horror, broken glass completely covered the mattress.
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