I don’t know the history of this house or what happened to it since I took the photos in 2007. But, this is the only place I have ever felt a hint of something odd. I don’t completely believe in ghosts and I don’t believe in evil (not in a Biblical way) but I do think bad atmosphere hangs around and can stick with people and places.
A man was living in a trailer on the property. No one had lived in this house for awhile. I asked for permission to walk around and see the house. He didn’t mind, just wondered why I was interested. One of the only times I have gotten permission to explore and one of the very few times I talked to someone who didn’t give me a history of the place before I began photographing it.
I don’t know if this house still stands. It had some nice, old fashioned and unique features.
The fields were being used by a neighbour, rented or bought the land (I forget which now). He stopped along the road when he saw me taking photos. Was concerned about what I was doing. But, happy to tell me the story of the place after we talked to him. At the end of the conversation he suggested we pick all the apples we wanted from the trees at the back of the house. He even invited us to come back again and pick more.
I did go back a few times to this house. I met more of the family on another occasion. Later we dug up wild garlic and daffodil bulbs which grew in the long grass. Most of the daffodils came up (three years later) in our own front yard.
Driving through Barrie one day and noticed this place. I had my nephew in the car with me but stopped anyway. He wasn’t a little boy then but I still watched him while I had a look around. He liked seeing the old place too. These days he also explores old places (and takes more chances than I would like, especially exploring at night).
I didn’t find out much about this house. It is gone now. Made way for new townhouses. I remember it when I drive by the same area in town. It had a nice spot on a hill with a winding road.