“My cousin lived in an old farmhouse in the 80’s near a small prairie town called Elstow in Saskatchewan. Her father owned and operated the hotel there during that time although it no longer exists today.
My cousin was going to bartend at the hotel beverage room while her husband worked in Saskatoon, about 40 miles away. They could not believe their good luck when they found the place for rent at such a cheap price. It was an old house, but not decayed like it is today. The farmstead was situated perhaps a half mile from the highway, and then maybe another mile from the hotel, but it was very isolated with absolutely no neighbors in view.
After moving in, my cousin heard footsteps on the stairway or downstairs and at times would smell the scent of oranges in the kitchen. Her husband was away a lot doing shift work, and she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable living in that house.