Ghost Stories

I'm originally from Montreal, Quebec, but I only lived there until I was three years old. My family decided to move to Ottawa because my grandmother died from pancreatic cancer; we called her Nanny. I don't really have many memories of her because I was so young, but my mom told me this story.

Back at my grandma and grandpa's old house, around the corner was a playground, we called it Nanny's playground for this exact reason. On the day my family was moving from Montreal to Ottawa, my mom decided she wanted to take me to the playground one last time. My mom sat me on the toddler's swing on the swing set and started pushing me until some of her friends came over to talk and say their farewells. When my mom came back to me, she picked me up, and I said, "I just saw Nanny, she says goodbye"—that was the first time my mom had ever heard me talk. On the same day, my sister was taking a shower and when she got of the tub and started to dry off, she says she saw Nanny in the steamed up mirror, waving goodbye to her.

Could this be true, I don't know, because my sister is a little weird about this stuff and I was only three years old. But you gotta admit, it's a pretty strange coincidence