Like growing up in the child's home, like I remember having nightmares, constantly, just horrible nightmares that I was too young to even have.

Do you believe in guardian angels?

And today's story will hear about a townhouse and its peculiar occurrences.

But also, the strange balance that has surrounded her story teller's life.

My name is Edwin, and here is Rachel, true, scary story.

I grew up in rural Ontario, Canada.

I grew up in a farmhouse that we were the fourth generations to be in that house.

So it was in the family for a long time.

And we used to have weird things that would happen.

We would have an old door that would stick, and we used to joke that my great-great-grandpa would hold the door closed.

Because from what we learned, he died on the property, but he was a jokester.

He was a jokester.

And so the door would seal shut, and we'd try to open it, and we'd say, Grandpa, let me in.

And then it would open up.

And I remember we'd hear sounds, and my mom would come and be like, hey, do you need help with whatever you're dragging?

And we'd be like, no, we're watching TV. What are you talking about?

So I think those kind of experiences, although very minor, primed my experience when I was in university.

So I went to the University of Waterloo in Ontario, Canada, and I was very lucky to get this wonderful townhouse,

just adjacent to the university.

There was work being done on either side, so I didn't have any neighbors for a while.

It was mostly just me in the townhouse.

I had started renting it with my then boyfriend, but he was on an internship, so he was away a lot.

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