Well, let's see.....
I was 13 years old at the time and I remember it was an aniversary or a holiday because when we went to Fort Erie, they were reenacting the battles. It was a big show, that lasted all day long.
My family and I had gone with my cousins as well, to see this show and spend the day there.
So, it's me, my father and mother and my two brothers.
My cousins were 5 as well.
Anyways, on with the story....
I remember it being a good sunny bright day out.
It was perfect for a family outing.
We left early morning around 8 am or so.
We went to our cousin's house in brampton then we all left from there to Fort Erie.
We got there and I remember hearing the cannons and cavalry. The show was done very well, I enjoyed it immensly.
We watched for most of the morning.
At around 11:30 we descided it was time for lunch.
On the way to the food we walked by a series of buildings.
I remember feeling something odd, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
This feeling continued until we came upon what seemed to be a medical building. It had the red cross outside it on a hanging sign, and I think it said infermery on it....I am now 35, little details like that I remember veigly. But the encounter, I remember as if it were yesturday!
My family went in, and I remember I also went in but imediately turned right and up the lean staircase.
It was at this point that my consciousness became altered somewhat.
I don't know why I went up, I don't recall making the decision to. I just went up. I also do not recall their being any effort. It is as if I were weightless. I sort of glided up.
There were three beds in this room.
After what seemed like a second or so, a scene superimposed itself ontop of the view I was witnessing.
It was as if I was standing behind a glass pane looking at the room, and a movie was played on the glass.
My eyes were drawn to the center bed.
On this bed lay a soldier, his lower jaw was missing and his torso was bandaged up as well. He appeared to have abdominal injuries as well.
He looked at me and imediately I was filled with sadness and grief. But there was also an underlying current of panic.
There were doctors and nurses busteling about. I looked into his eyes and I witnessed what happened to him. I was no longer aware that I had a body. His face had been hit by a cannon projectile. For a brief instant I seen the action thru his eyes.
I was not frightened but was flooded with a sense of loss.
All of a sudden I must have snaped out of the trance and realized what I had experienced. I ran down the small stairs and out of the building. Actually I think I jumped from the top step to the bottom!
When I came out my family was outside and my father said that they had been looking for me.
My dad said,"what's the matter? You look strange ".
I was hiperventilating and had trouble speaking.
I kept it to myself as I could not describe it.
The rest of our time there was uneventful.
I could not shake the feeling of depression.
I could not enjoy the rest of the day.
We went back to Mississauga that evening.
We lived in an apartment on Argile road.
I was in my room trying to get to sleep but I couldn't. I was emotionally exausted.
I shared the room with my brother and we were sleeping on mattresses as my parents were getting us new beds the next day.
Anyways, my feet were facing the door so that I was directly in line with my bedroom door and I could see the hallway that led to the entrance.
I didn't think any of this as I welcomed the light from the kitchen, needless to say, I was quite spooked from the earlier events of the day.
I welcomed the night light.
As I began to drift to sleep I heard of what sounded like a basket ball bouncing outside the front door.
I thought it a bit peculiar at the time that someone would be bouncing a ball at such a late hour.
I heard it for what seemed like 5 minutes. It came in intervals. Sometimes it would bounce for 10 seconds then stop for a while then start up again.
Then it stopped for 10 minutes or so and I thought that was it.
The next time I heard it it was the same bouncing sound, but it was in the apartment at the entrance!
At this point I froze with terror and waited.
The ball bounced there and then bounced over to the end of the hall directly inline with me!
I could not scream.
The ball then proceeded to bounce towards me.
It came down the hall and into my room.
It stopped there at my feet for a few seconds then it made itsway up my body with 3 bounces. One on my upper legs, another on my stomach, another on my chest.... and finally it went right thru my skull! As it did, I heard a loud scream filled with fear and dispair. I got up and ran to my parents room babbeling. I slept that night in my other brother's room.
I told my dad this story and he dismissed it as a bad dream.
What, was I dreaming all day?
I doubt this. I know what I felt and saw. I will never forget it.
I swear that this is a true account of what I experienced that day.
I have some other encounters, but none as vivid as this.
I will probably post these later.
P.S.
My grandmother was a practising medium at one time, and she had told me that I was gifted. I did not believe her. I don't know if such things are true, but I have an open mind.
The fact that I have had other sightings seems to me that I may be sensitive.

Marcelo, first of all welcome to Spirit Keep! Your story made my skin crawl, I still have chills as I am typing this.

Sounds like you have a gift including empathy. I think the spirit you saw found someone and someway to express his pain and horror and you were it. I do not see why sprits can't follow someone home. If it is not a residual haunting, but a concious spirit, they would do whatever they needed to do to resolve their particular issue. In this case, that poor mans injuries were so horrendous that he was unable to express himself in life.

I would love to hear about your other experiences.

Wow, Marcelo - what an experience! I really don't know what was up with the ball or why all of that took place. It seems to me that the ghost you saw earlier in the day had already conveyed his distress... I wonder why the ball incident happened as well, assuming the same spirit was responsible? Could it have been a ghost in your house that took advantage of your receptiveness and ended up spooking you? Purposely, it would seem! Hmm...

I had a simliar incident on an early Christmas morning when I was about 7. My bed too, incidentally, was lined up with my bedroom door and my feet were toward the door. I heard something walking with heavy chains start at the end of the hallway, go by my room, then fade away once it reached the living room. As it went by my room, I saw nothing! I layed there and tried to justify that forever!

Welcome to SpiritKeep! I look forward to your other stories. Do you mind if we include your story on the website?

Kell

Sure you can use it. I don't know what that ball was, I was definately exausted. Maybe another ghost did take advantage the situation.
It just dawned on me! I have had other experiences in that apartment before! I just didn't connect the two.
My younger brother had experiences there too.
We were talking one day about 3-5 years ago, and the topic of ghosts came up.
He mentioned that he had several experiences there.
I will email him and try to get a better account from him.
Once I had what appeared to be one of those things where you wake up and can't move.
It was the third one that week! (About16 yrs old).
Except this time I think my eyes were open because I could see the room.
I heard breathing and heard movement.
The thing that startled me was that I felt a STRONG presence in the room.
It didn't feel friendly.
Anyways, I saw what looked like something between a mist and a cloud, but with electrical qualities, like static or something.
As it got closer to me, I looked towards the ceiling as I was too frightened to look.
I remember thinking that it was a bad dream.
I had heard of sleep paralysis before and that people sometimes see things, so I just wanted it to run it's course and hurry up and finish as it was getting very unpleasant.
Next thing I know it gripped both my ankles and lifted my feet up so that I was now upside down looking at the wall behind me!
I could not scream!
It held me there for 10 seconds or so and dropped me. That bounce on the bed snapped me out of it.

I don't know, guess I have a vivid emagination.
There was alot of emotional and physical abuse in my family and I know that there were always strong violent emotions in that apartment emited by us as a result.
Who knows....the next tenant might have experienced ME or my family there after we left?
I wonder......