Short Sad but True

I was painting a hallway around Yonge St. in Hamilton.  I saw a man about 90 years old standing at the front door.  I sat at the bottom of the stairs and asked him what he was doing.   He stared out the door not moving and said he was waiting for his wife.  She told him when she died she would come and get him.  I said to him she might have crossed over.  I asked him if he wanted to go out the door and see and he said he will wait a little while longer because he might miss her.  And there he waited.  He has been dead for about 10 years.  I hope his wife did come to get him.

Princeton, Ontario Farm House

Approximately 9 years ago 2002, I moved from Brantford to a farm house in Princeton, Ontario along Hwy 2.   As I was sitting outside having a coffee I heard laughter coming from the bush and a strong scent of perfume.  This went on for a few weeks.  Sometimes I could almost see a house at night but there wasn't any around the property. One night while I was sitting under the big maple tree and felt a soft stroke across my back and an apparition of a lady sat beside me.   She touched my hand, smiled and said thank you for noticing them.  I asked her why she was in the bush.  She told me they live there and when I moved in the bad man that lived in the house (that was really there) left.  He wouldn't let them out and now they can wash their clothes and finally laugh.  I asked them if they wanted to cross over and she said not just yet.  I asked the owner if there was a house in the bush and he replied there was and it was the first coach house from Windsor to Toronto.  While I lived there for awhile after I could still hear the laughter of the ladies, the smell of perfume and time to time the soft stroke across my back and a friendly wave.