My daughter, son and I lived in a haunted house in Sydney Mines, Cape Breton Island many years ago. I do believe the ghost was a child. It moved the Lego blocks around, made a toy plane fly across the room without batteries (we took them out just to test things), and would hide in the closet when anyone entered the room quickly.
We told the little spirit it was welcome to come with us when we packed up to leave, but the plane never did anything out of the ordinary at the new place and my sons other toys failed to roll about.
Years later, driving through Sydney Mines, I noticed the house was gone. I felt this horrible ache. The house next to it was also boarded up. Perhaps the elderly folk,who were so kind to us, had also left the neighborhood. It made me sad. It made me wonder where souls go after the places they are attached to get destroyed...
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