Excerpt from "Real Ghosts, Restless Spirits and Haunted Places" by Brad Steiger
Dennis M. stated that his father was born in 1907 in Nova Scotia and had once worked in the woods as both a lumberjack and a cook. One night during the winter of 1935, just after the men had retired for the night, they were awakened by the sounds of sleigh coming to the door.
The personal experience of Dennis M. :"They heard the bells on the horse, the sleigh runners squeaking on the snow, and the driver holler, 'Whoa!' Of course everyone got up and rushed to the dor to meet the visitor. However, there was no visitor, no sleigh marks, no hoof prints from the horses, nothing.
"The event that finally chased everyone out of the bunkhouse was when the ghost drove the sleigh up to the door, got off the sleigh, opened the door and walked in. Dad said that you could hear the boots walking across the floor, clip-clop, clip-clop. It horrified everyone. Lumberjacks began throwing their boots and whatever else at the ghost. Dad said he finally got a lantern lit, and just like before, there was no evidence of anyone or anything being there."