Angus Manse: a ghost story

Although I believe in a lot of ‘other worldly’ stuff, ghosts tend to be a bit too far out for me. But I have to admit to having a brush with one when I was 15 years of age.

Let Me Set the Scene

Angus Manse

In 1965, I was in high school, but had a part-time job as an usher at the Imperial Theatre in Barrie. Because I worked evenings, I took the bus back to Angus every night at 10:15. I would arrive home about 30 minutes later.

My mom used to explain that about five minutes before I came home, she would hear the front door open and then hear footsteps coming into the house. When she called out a greeting, no one would respond. Then I would walk through the door shortly afterwards!

In case you think that it was actually my arrival that she was anticipating, she also experienced the same effect before her husband, Rus, came home, on occasion.

Two Personal Experiences

One day, I was standing in the kitchen which is off to the right from the front entrance and towards the back of the house (beyond the dining room). I heard (and thought I saw the shadow of) the front door opening. In my mind’s eye, I imagined that one of my three sisters had come in and either run up the stairs or into the living room. But I heard no other sound. When I went to investigate, no one was there!

Then, one day, while doing homework in my bedroom on the second floor, I heard some footsteps climb the stairs and stop outside my door. Thinking that it must have been one of my sisters again, I opened the door quickly (before they would have a chance to run away) and found the hallway completely empty!

What My Friends Heard

I had to work at the Imperial one Saturday afternoon, and my mom needed a baby-sitter for my sisters. I was to take over from them in the evening when I got home. My friends, Rob, Darrell and Cheryl, all volunteered to be the joint baby-sitters.

When I arrived home, they excitedly told me about something they had experienced: evidently, while they were sitting in the living room, they heard a hubbub outside of the house. It sounded to them as if some people were there, calling out about a fire at the manse. When my friends looked out of the living room windows, there was nobody there!

My Investigation

I decided to see if there was any truth behind what was turning into a very strange set of spooky circumstances, so I went to the local library and got some book about the history of Angus.

As one might expect, there was in fact a fire that had taken place at the manse about 30 years earlier. I wasn’t able to ascertain whether someone lost their life, but it isn’t too much of a stretch of the imagination to think that the fire may have been a puzzle that someone was trying to solve, once they passed on to the ‘other’ side.


On the stairway down to the basement in the manse, I noted some charred timber. At some point there must have been a fire, so that was all the confirmation that I needed to justify the existence of a troubled soul in the house.

Events impinge themselves on the very fabric of a building such as the manse. If a spirit decided to revisit the ‘scene of the crime’, they can repeat the experience over and over again, until it finally makes sense.

Eventually, the noises (heard by five of us altogether) faded away. I sincerely hope that the earth-bound spirit finally found some peace and stopped needing to replay the troubling event. Bless.

About cdsmiller17

I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to (And, in case you are also interested, I have an extensive list of celebrity birth and death details if you wish to 'confirm' what you suspect may be a past-life experience of yours.) Bless.
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