Where I grew up

THIS is the house I grew up in from 1972 - 1982. It was demolished in 1989 when the land was purchased and my parents bought their place by Gibbons. I'm glad it was demolished. In one circle/class the teacher would have us go around, introduce ourselves and say a little bit about our "journey" the second time new people had joined,I started to mention that I've always been connected I got a ya...we know accompanied by an eye roll. 🙄 I'm not sure why I stayed in that class, but I did for a minute or two longer. Now that I am over not telling my story - I will share here with those who are interested bits and pieces of MY life and what makes me who I am. If you're not interested, scroll on ✨️ Spirits were strong in this house and manifestation abundant. Now I wonder if it was the house that was haunted or if it was me (a little of both I presume). I was the conduit, I realize now.This place was old, sat empty, abandoned and dilapidated when we moved from Spruce Grove to rural Fort Saskatchewan. I was 8 and the oldest of 4 girls, my youngest sister born in January the year we moved. A side note, I only remember bits and pieces of any of my younger time, my childhood wasn't the best. I might go into more details or I might not. I remember ALWAYS seeing a female figure in the attic window that faced the driveway no matter what day or time and ALWAYS dismissing the reality of it. I also remember hearing voices from the barn and if you went close they would stop. As we grew my sisters would play in the barn but I never did. I also remember doing chores as my mom kept rabbits, chickens, goats, pigs, ducks and horses some all at the same time and feeling like I was constantly being watched or not alone. It was a six bedroom house, 4 upstairs and 2 on the main floor with water and the bathroom being built on/in at a later date. A big living room and dining area with a large kitchen. There was an old outhouse in the pasture. A coal furnace for heat. Lots of interesting things happened in that house. Some scared the crap out of me - some didn't. At first I shared a bedroom with my sister upstairs and then I was moved to a downstairs bedroom. I remember always hearing someone walking the hallway and going into a back bedroom (storage) no matter which bedroom I was in. I also remember telling my mom I was scared of what was IN the dark. I don't think I have one pic of this place but my sister recently sent me these which helps the memory for sure.