When I moved to Toronto for the first time in my twenties, I found an apartment on the main floor of an old Victorian. It had creaky wooden floors and a living room with a built in book-case. Within a few weeks of settling in, a new acquaintance gave me a gift of two books, one about psychic phenomena. I tucked the books snuggly into the top shelf of the bookcase. One morning, while preparing coffee in the kitchen, I heard a loud thunk as though something had fallen. When I walked into the living room, I found the book on psychic phenomena, face up and open, on the floor. I looked up at the top shelf of the bookcase wondering how that book had become dislodged from its very tight nook. When I looked down at the book, it was open to a page called ‘Poltergeist’, describing the very phenomena that had just occurred. In the days and weeks that followed, other very odd, and supernatural things unfolded. Curious and slightly unsettled, I finally called my landlady. She lived with her daughter in the second floor apartment above me. She said rather cheerily, ‘Yes, I should have told you. The house is haunted. But by a friendly ghost.” ~ Christiane Schull