The author of this story recalls her parents buying a farmhouse in rural Quebec in the 1970s. The farmhouse became a weekend and summer retreat. And visitors reported strange activity, including hearing someone climb the stairs when only two people were staying at the farmhouse.
And during a Christmas celebration at an Ontario farmhouse the family also owned, one of the author's daughters woke up from a nap and asked "Why is there an old lady sitting on the chair watching me sleep?"
But there was no old lady sitting on a chair.