I just woke up in this heritage building now converted into an arts centre. Downstairs right now is a gaggle of quilters and when I slipped down to get a coffee, the first thing someone said was “I hope the ghost didn’t bother you.” Well, now that you mention it…everytime I went to the washroom, which is in the corner of the second floor, I felt a presence. Not threatening really, but quite clear to me. A small, timid person or child all curled up in the corner. In the morning I opened the outside door and tried to shoo it out but probably not successfully. When I asked what they knew about the ghost someone said “Oh we just say that…” Then I suggested that maybe they could find a native person to come in and smudge the place but I don’t think that went over very well with the quilting bee.
