by Jacqueline Dodd

Created on: September 01, 2008

It was October of 2005 when my boyfriend & his mother moved into the house on Maplewood Drive. His mother had just gone through an extremely messy, unexpected breakup with her longtime boyfriend and had been forced to hastily find somewhere else to live. The Maplewood place was an old cottage - much like many other houses in the small town of Alcona Beach in Northern Ontario - and though it wasn't much to look at, it was affordable and roomy enough for the both of them. My boyfriend Ricky didn't care what the house looked like, how small or how old it was - he was quite content to be anywhere but living with the man his mother had just left and he was hoping this move would be the beginning of a new and better life for the both of them.

I visited them there a week or so after they'd settled in and checked the place out for myself. It was a run of the mill, regular looking bungalow with a decent sized extension added to it which housed a laundry room, an extra closet and a large, open area that Ricky claimed as his bedroom. The door to that room opened out into the living room, off of which were two more bedrooms, a bathroom, the kitchen and a tiny dining area. Like I said, it was small, old and nondescript, but it was their new home and I knew his mother would do what she could to make the place as comfortable for the two of them as possible. I had been dating Ricky for at least a couple of years at that point and I would generally go over there every Friday night to watch movies and spend time with him. His mother and I got along great and for at least twenty minutes or so every time I visited I would sit with her in the living room, having a cigarette and making conversation. One night as we sat there on opposite couches - watching a show on the paranormal, funnily enough - she turned to me and told me that something strange had happened in the house the other evening.

She'd always been very vocal about her belief in all things supernatural - aliens, ghosts, possessions, hauntings - and she and I had talked about all of these things on several different occasions, so she was very nonchalant when she told me that a few nights before she'd been sitting in the very spot she was sitting in at that moment when all of a sudden a small scented candle she had placed on top of the microwave in the kitchen had flown across the house and landed behind the sofa I was currently sitting on in the living room. It had to have been at least fifteen feet, she said. Ricky came

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