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Bekah Ferguson: an old-soul fiction writer who lives in Ontario, Canada, with my husband and three teens.

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Folktale: The Tunnel Monster of Cabbagetown, Ontario

As retold by Bekah Ferguson

In the early 19th century days of Toronto there were many rivers, streams and creeks branching across the land like veins and arteries. Endless trees towered above the developing city rather than skyscrapers. And down in the riverbeds of these yet rural wilds lived a race of water spirits known in Algonquian mythology as Memegwesi. These elusive humanoid creatures were elfish, small and hairy, with voices said to be like the high-pitched drone of a dragonfly. When city builders rerouted these waterways into solid underground tunnels that merged with the sewer system, it is thought that some Memegwesi were unknowingly buried with them.

By the early 20th century, Torontonians had long forgotten the existence of these vast tunnels—that is, until one summer’s day in 1978 in an area of the city known as Cabbagetown. A man named Ernest stumbled upon a secret entrance to the tunnels while searching for a lost kitten. Certain he had heard distressed mewling down in the alley beside his Parliament Street apartment the night before, he decided to army-crawl into the culvert about ten feet, flashlight in hand.

The tunnel gradually widened, its black depths like an abyss. Something skittered ahead and he steadied the flashlight beam, hoping to see his kitten. But it was no cat caught in the beam. A pair of slanted red eyes bulged at him above the gaping, large-toothed mouth of a hairy, grey, bipedeled creature about three feet long. “Go away, go away!” it screeched, then ran off into a side tunnel. Terrified, Ernest shimmied backward out of the tunnel and waited a full year before admitting to the Toronto Sun newspaper what he’d seen. However, when they went in search of the tunnel’s entrance, they found it collapsed in upon itself, and no one has ever admitted to such a sighting again.

Folktale: The Red River Ox Cart Ghost of Manitoba

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

“Ghost Scene at the Fort: Nightly Vigils of the Sentries Made Hideous by an Apparition” was the title of a newspaper article in the August 29, 1903, issue of the Morning Telegram. In the 19th century, the Red River Trails in Winnipeg, Manitoba, were a trade route of ox cart roads that connected the Red River Colony and Fort Garry in British North America all the way to the Mississippi River in the United States. In those days the area was inhabited by Scottish settlers and the Métis—who at the time, were disparagingly referred to as “half-breeds” due to their French and Indigenous heritage.

The land was not shared mutually between the two groups, and thus, regarding the haunting at Fort Garry, the newspaper speculated that “the first owners of the Red River Valley [were] resenting the intrusion of the North-West Mounted Rifles upon the grounds sacred to their dead and making their displeasure severely felt.”

One ominous summer evening, in the wee hours of the night, a lone soldier standing guard outside the Lower Fort Garry saw something dark and looming approaching in the mist. Next came the rhythmic clip-clopping of hooves. An ox cart appeared from the gloom, driven by a Métis man and woman. Though puzzled by the out-dated look of the lot, the soldier shrugged it off and said nothing as the cart slowly lumbered by.

A few minutes later, however, another dark form appeared in the distant mist and what seemed to be the very same ox cart travelled by again. The third time it appeared the soldier began to tremble; palms damp and sweat on his brow. He ordered the cart to halt but no sooner had his authoritative words rung out when the entire apparition vanished like smoke in the wind. Seconds later it reappeared in the distance and disappeared again when he hysterically cried out for it to stop. By now he was in a full-blown panic and threw his rifle to the ground, running away. Back at the fort his fellow soldiers laughed off his story; but the next night, another soldier on duty had the same experience. One by one it happened to them all until there was no left who could mock.

Folktale: The Fort Saskatchewan Wendigo of Alberta

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

Swift Runner crouched down in the trampled snow next to the dead body of his hunting partner. After weeks of being stranded in ever-accumulating snow drifts with nothing to eat, Runner was starving. Now, having made up his mind, he pulled a knife from the sheath of his belt. When the feverish deed was done, he fell asleep with a bloated belly next to the stripped bones of his partner.

He awoke in the murk of dawn to a hissing sort of breathing–like a man whose lung has been punctured by an arrow. The sound came from a tall form standing in the gaps between trees, snow falling heavily all around. It moved out into the clearing, leaving bloody footsteps in its wake, and peered down at Runner with glowing eyes in an exposed skull draped with rotting, grey flesh. The smell of decay wafted from its desiccated body as Runner heard a voice enter his mind, saying, “You have become me.”

In the spring of 1879, years later, Swift Runner’s estranged Cree community began to question the whereabouts of his wife and five children, who had not been seen by anyone since the early winter. Unsatisfied with Runner’s explanation (he claimed they’d all starved to death that winter) and noting his rounded torso—they sent the police in to investigate.

After days of searching the woods, a pit of charred wood and ashes was discovered, with human skulls and weathered bones scattered about. A tiny Moccasin shoe had been stuffed inside one of the skulls; a beading needle protruding from the eye socket. The police gathered the remains together and determined them to be Runner’s missing family; accusing him of cannibalism. He denied nothing, saying, “I did it,” and became the first man to be legally hung in what was then the Canadian Northwest Territories.

Folktale: The UFO of Falcon Lake, Manitoba

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

On the May long weekend of 1967, an amateur geologist named Stefan Michalak journeyed into the wilderness of Falcon Lake, Manitoba, in search of quartz and silver in an outcropping he’d scoped out the year before. Tools in hand, he was near a veiny section of Precambrian shield rock when a flock of geese spooked him with their harsh honking. Looking up, his heart jumped to his throat at the sight of two glowing hovering discs about 45 meters above. One landed on a flat section of granite and the other flew away. After calmly observing it from a distance for a while, believing it to be a secret military craft, Stefan decided to approach.

The scent of rotten eggs filled the warm air around him, and a whirring, hissing noise grew louder. In the side of the seamless, metal saucer was an opening. He thought he heard muffled voices but when he called out to offer his assistance, they fell silent. Stefan crept closer and tried to peer inside but the lights were so blinding, he had to pull down the welding goggles resting on his head.

Without warning, three panels slid shut across the opening. He reached out to touch the metallic casing and the tips of his gloves disintegrated–nearly burning his fingertips as well. The saucer began to move and exhaust from a grid-like vent blew into his chest, setting his clothes ablaze. As he was tearing his shirt from his body, the craft flew away. Stefan ran from the forest, disoriented and vomiting, but managed to make his way back home. His burns were treated in hospital and later formed a distinct grid pattern on his torso.

For many weeks afterward he was sick with an unknown illness, and little pieces of metal collected from the cracks in the rocks where the incident took place were tested by the authorities and found to be radioactive. To this very day, the circular landing site remains bereft of moss, even though it grows abundantly in the outcropping all around.

Folktale: The Grey Lady of the Cavalier, Nova Scotia

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

In the heart of the star-shaped Halifax Citadel in Nova Scotia, is a three-story Cavalier building made of stone with multiple chimneys and a colonnaded verandah. On November 14th, 1900, a young woman named Cassie Allen waited at the altar in a nearby church for her beloved groom to arrive: a soldier from the Citadel. The sergeant was so long in arriving, however, that she eventually sat down in a chair; growing more and more anxious by the minute.

At the clip-clop sound of horses’ hooves she jumped up in expectation as a carriage pulled up to the open church entrance. The carriage was empty. The driver stepped down and took his hat into his hands, meeting Cassie’s eyes with a pained look of sympathy. He explained in sombre tones that her groom had been found dead that morning in the Citadel. Cassie’s lover had taken his own life when it came to light that he was already married—to a woman living in an asylum in Bermuda. Cassie’s hysterical wails of grief and dismay echoed throughout the church; she refused to believe what had happened.

Much later, when the church was in time torn down, the chair Cassie had waited in was donated to the Cavalier Building in the Citadel. Several decades after Cassie’s death in the 1950s, an employee often sat in that very chair in the Cavalier; greeting visitors as they entered the building. One day a woman dressed in a 19th century, greyish-white dress stepped through the door and the scent of roses filled the hallway. The employee stood up to greet her, blinking; but when his eyes opened the hallway was empty. Throughout his employment, he glimpsed her several more times, dressed the same, but she always vanished right before he could speak.

Other employees saw her too. One night a security guard on the grounds below looked up to see a woman in grey staring vacantly out a third floor window. And another night, a guard stationed on the fort with a view overlooking the second floor balcony, watched slack-jawed as a woman in a long white dress moved along the veranda before turning at the corner and disappearing around the side of the building. It is believed that this Grey Lady of the Cavalier is indeed Cassie Allen, searching in endless grief for her long lost lover.

Folktale: The Lost World of the Nahanni Valley, NW Territories

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

The Nahanni River winds its way through a mist-shrouded gorge known as “the Valley of the Headless Men,” in the Canadian Northwest Territories. The national reserve is filled with canyons, caves, geysers, towering peaks, untouched forests, and a waterfall twice the height of Niagara Falls. With its wailing winds, the mysterious valley can only be accessed by foot or plane. What’s more, it is believed by Indigenous peoples to be haunted, whose oral history speaks of lurking spirit creatures.

Indeed, the “Headless Valley” namesake came about due to several unexplained deaths during the Gold Rush of the early 20th century. In 1906, the McLeod brothers set off in search of gold, but their bodies were later found by a creek: both decapitated, heads never found. In 1917, the headless body of a Swiss prospector was found near a river. Then in 1945, the body of a miner from Ontario was found in his sleeping bag—again without a head. While some speculated the deaths to be the work of a serial-killing hermit, others disagreed; too much time had passed between each killing to be the work of one madman.

The Dene, Dogrib, and Inuit tribes of the area had a different explanation altogether. For centuries they had feared a violent race of ape-like humanoids they called the Nuk-Luk, as well as a large canid creature called Waheela. In 1964, John Baptist, a European, along with his trapper companions, reported a frightening encounter with these Nuk-luk, describing them as a hairy, bearded Neanderthal race, less than five feet tall; dressed in moose-skin and carrying clubs.

But the Waheela are more terrifying still. Believed to be evil spirits that protect the land against human intruders, they travel alone, taking only the heads of their victims. Looking like snow-white wolves with the broad face and clawed paws of a bear, they resemble the long extinct bear-dog known as Amphicyonidae. Thus it has been said that the Nahanni Valley may well be a “lost world,” a remote land stalked and guarded by surviving relics of a far earlier time. Those who dare venture into the unknown depths of this vast reserve do so at their own peril, for many who have gone did nary return.

Folktale: La Corriveau of New France, Quebec

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

In 1761 Saint-Vallier, New France, fifteen months after the mysterious death of her first husband, Marie-Josephte Corriveau married a second farmer. Two years later he was found dead in the barn with his head smashed in. At first, his death was deemed accidental—multiple kicks from a horse’s hooves—but rumors of murder quickly spread about the town. The local British military authorities soon charged Marie-Josephte’s father, Joseph Corriveau. His daughter was thought to be an accessory only and given 60 lashes; the letter M branded onto her hand with a hot iron.

Joseph, however, admitted that his daughter was the murderer, claiming she’d killed her abusive husband with two blows from the back of a hatchet while he slept. Thus, thereby found guilty by the tribunal, she was put to death in Quebec City by hanging. Her corpse was fastened into an iron cage-gibbet and dangled from a tree branch at the crossroads of Saint-Joseph Street and De l’Entente Boulevard in Lévis. There it rotted on public display for an entire month; feasted upon by flies and maggots, torn asunder by crows.

It wasn’t long before the hauntings began. Travelers soon learned not to take the river road leading past the cage at night, lest her vacant eyes should glow blood red and her shackled, leathery arms should stretch out towards them. Even after the gibbet was taken down, her body buried within the cage, the hauntings continued; her spirit rising from the grave each night to torment travelers.

One such night, a well-known citizen named Dubé was walking alongside the St. Lawrence River when the air turned chill. He stopped short just as a pair of bony fingers closed in around his throat from behind. Tendrils of greasy black hair tickled his cheeks and a ragged voice whispered, “Take me across the river.” Dubé swung around, glimpsing over his shoulder a set of red eyes and yellow teeth within a face of putrefied flesh. He fell to his knees—tearing at the slimy hands that refused to let go. “Leave me!” he screamed, then passed out from fright. The next morning his wife found him and shook him awake on the vacant road. His story spread and a curate was called in to exorcise the spirit.

A century later, the cage was dug up during an expansion project and put in the church cellar. It was stolen and sold to an American who put it in his museum in a glass display case with a placard that read simply: “From Quebec.” In time it was returned to Canada and placed permanently in the Museum of Civilization in Quebec City.

Folktale: The Canadian Lizard Man of Vancouver Island

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

In the Vancouver Island, evergreen wilderness of the first regional conservation area in Canada, there is a shimmering, cobalt-blue body of water known as Thetis Lake. In the summer of 1972, the Victoria Daily Times reported on a spine-chilling encounter two local teens had with a monstrous humanoid creature. Robert Flewellyn and Gordon Pike, 16 and 17-year-olds, were alone at a beach on Thetis Lake on August 17th, when an isolated section of water began to swell—drawing their eye.

As they watched, transfixed, a spiky head with barbed fins appeared, water streaming down a silvery-blue, scaly face. The creature moved toward the shoreline, leaving the deep, and more of its body emerged; revealing additional barbed fins on its scaly arms and legs. It reached its full height of five feet in the shallows, where it suddenly turned and looked at the boys.

The two young men stood dumbfounded until it gave chase. Spinning on their heels, they ran from the beach as the creature lunged for them—slashing the hand of one of the boys with sharp, webbed fingers. Luck was on their side and they managed to outrun it, peeling away in their car, and leaving the monstrosity staring after them in the dust.

Heading straight to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police to report their bizarre story, they stated that the lizard-like monster had roughly resembled Gill-man from the classic film, Creature from the Black Lagoon. The police actually investigated, believing the boys to be sincere and clear-headed. But the case was eventually closed when a local man called in to say he’d lost a pet Tegu lizard a year prior and wondered if that might be the explanation.

The police were satisfied that this missing lizard was indeed what the boys had seen, despite two particular incompatibilities: one, that a Tegu lizard wouldn’t have survived a Canadian winter, and two, such a lizard is only half the height the teens described.

Folktale: Mary Gallagher, the Headless Ghost of Griffintown

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

The historic Irish community of Griffintown, Montreal, was once located near the Lachine Canal. It was a neighbourhood not unlike any other 19th century industrial slum: filled with stables and taverns, flour mills and smelting works, warehouses, drifters, labourers and families. But on June 27, 1879, the town gained a gruesome notoriety that lives on to this very day, even as the buildings have long since dissipated. On that ill-fated day, a pair of sex workers—Mary Gallagher and Suzy Kennedy—brought a newly acquainted client—one Michael Flanagan—back to Suzy’s second-floor flat for some early morning drinking.

On all accounts it appeared to be nothing more than three drunken companions sharing a bottle of whiskey, until a few hours later when tenants below heard a sudden thud. Next came thwacking so forceful that the plastered ceiling above them cracked; dusty bits and chunks of plaster falling down on them. A female voice above said, “I’ve wanted revenge for a long time, and I finally got it,” as a crimson stain appeared, spreading across the ceiling as blood dripped from the cracks.

When the police arrived, a crowd of onlookers were already swarming the front of the apartment building; everyone eager to see what had happened. Inside Suzy’s flat, they found Mary’s body lying prostrate on the floor in a thin cotton gown—both her head and one severed hand in a wash bucket nearby. Suzy’s own clothes were covered in blood but she said it was simply because she’d slipped and fallen in the gore. Her claim was that while she and Flanagan dozed in the front room, an unknown man—some sea captain—had entered the flat and had an argument with Mary, calling her an “old grey-haired rot.” Suzy said he was the murderer and that she’d seen him washing blood from his hands before leaving.

No one believed her. The police found a hatchet belonging to Suzy in the apartment—covered in Mary’s blood and hair. Kennedy was charged and sentenced to hang, while Flanagan was released. Suzy’s death sentence was commuted, however, and she went to Kingston Penitentiary for sixteen years instead. In a remarkable coincidence, on December 5th, the date in which Suzy had been set to hang, Flanagan lost his footing aboard a boat in the Peel Basin, fell through the ice, and drowned.

As legend would have it, the headless ghost of Mary Gallagher soon began appearing on William Street in Griffintown (near the building where she was murdered) seemingly in search of her head. Children were warned to avoid that particular street after dark. In time, the two-storey apartment building was demolished and the area re-zoned. Sightings of Mary grew less and less frequent, until she was only thought to appear once every seven years, on the anniversary of her death.

Folktale: The Loup-Garou of Quebec

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

Along the banks of the Gatineau River in 19th century Quebec, lived a solitary miller named Joachim Crête. A pragmatic and skeptical man, Crête had forsaken the church, having no patience for the superstitious beliefs of his fellow villagers.

One wintry day, a traveler rapped at his door. With a bearded grin, the stranger stepped inside and introduced himself as Hubert Sauvageau, in search of a job. Though Crête preferred his own company, he did need a hand, and so agreed to hire him. The two men spent their evenings playing checkers and drinking together by lamp light until Hubert would pull on his boots and go off into the dark. Crête never asked where he went, for he always returned by dawn.

Not long after Hubert’s arrival in the village, sheep and cattle began to mysteriously go missing; their mauled carcasses found in the woods. Rumors spread that a loup-garou—a werewolf—must be on the prowl. Though the villagers warned Crête against his new employee, he refused to listen, for only a fool would believe such a thing. When Christmas Eve arrived and the village church bells chimed for midnight mass, their echoes reached all the way to Crête’s cabin. But he had no intention of attending, as he and Hubert were deep into a game of checkers.

As the last bell fell silent, another silence echoed in his ears and he realized the heavy stone mill had stopped turning. The two men, clumsy with drink, stumbled outside to investigate. When the mill refused to budge, Crête accidentally dropped the lantern, which went out. He called to Hubert in the dark but no response came, so he found his way back into the cabin, leaving the door open a crack.

No sooner had he sat down at the table when a moan sounded behind him. He turned and gasped at what he saw: A massive black dog sat growling in the open doorway, fangs dripping and eyes red like coals. It rose on its haunches, tall as a man; ready to pounce. In his terror, Crête fell to his knees in prayer, crying, “Loup-garou! Forgive me, mon Dieu!” As the beast lunged for him, Crête grabbed a scythe from the wall and struck at its face, slicing its ear open. Then he blacked out from fright.

He awoke to cold water splashing his face and found a concerned Hubert bent over him. A trail of blood trickled down his employee’s neck, drawing Crête’s gaze to its origin.

Hubert’s ear hung partly severed from his scalp.

“You!” Crête gasped in renewed terror.

With that he fell back against his pillow, mouth agape, and never again came back to his senses.

Folktale: The Christie Mansion Ghost of Toronto

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

On the corner of Queen’s Park Circle and Wellesley Street in Toronto, Ontario, is a Victorian mansion that was once the elegant and ornate home of the Robert Christie family. Originally built in 1881 by Mellis Christie, the founder of the famous “Mr. Christie” cookies, it was inherited by his son Robert and reconstructed in 1910. The mansion was so large, Christie’s family didn’t know he’d built a secret chamber into its center—accessed through a carved panel in the library and a hidden wall panel in a hallway. Within this windowless apartment lived a woman: his mistress.

As legend would have it, the chamber consisted of a bedroom and bathroom, and only the butler knew of the mystery woman dwelling within. Day after day, he snuck meals and supplies to her at Christie’s bidding, so she’d never need to leave or risk being seen. Christie visited her as he pleased, her only company; but as the years went by he grew increasingly disinterested, visiting her less and less often. Like the secret wife in Jane Eyre, locked away in the attic, “fearful and ghastly,” Christie’s mistress grew mad through extreme isolation and loneliness. In despair she used a bedsheet to hang herself from the rafters.

Upon discovering her corpse, Christie and the Butler removed her body in the dark of night and buried her somewhere in Queen’s Park; her identity and body never found. Not long after, in 1926, Christie died, his widow moved away, and the mansion was obtained by the Sisters of St. Joseph. The secret room, perhaps discovered by its inconspicuous inclusion within the mansion’s blueprints, was repurposed as a study: called Room 29.

It didn’t take long, however, to discover that the room was haunted. Any woman who attempted to enter the room after dark, quickly found herself locked in; the wall panel slamming shut behind her. If no one was nearby to hear her cries or palms pounding against the door—for the door could only be opened from the outside—she had no choice but to endure a long lonely night in the suffocating chamber. Now of heritage status and acquired by Regis College, the mansion no longer features a Room 29—the carved panelling simply opens to what is now a kitchen.

Folktale: The Haunting of Binstead House, PEI

As Retold by Bekah Ferguson

Five miles out from Charlottetown, PEI, is two-story white farmhouse called Binstead House. Peering toward the Hillsborough River, and stitched-in by fields and trees, it is many-windowed with a ground-level, columned porch. The back half of the house was an addition built as living quarters for the many farmhands of its time. In 1889, the Charlottetown Daily Examiner published an eerie account by a former resident named Georgina Pennee, describing a haunting there that had lasted decades.

Georgina and her husband were Victorians from England, who first came to dwell at Binstead in early 1856. Within ten days of moving in, the hauntings began: a sudden moving rumble, vibrating the house. A sound, Georgina described, “like that produced by dragging a heavy body.” For many weeks, it happened again and again throughout the house, always sounding in close proximity to whoever heard it each time. In the spring, the noises took a more terrifying turn with the sound of shrieking, wailing, and moaning moving throughout the house as though an entity were being chased around. The disembodied cries seemed to begin and end at the base of a tree outside the dining room window, the branches of which just barely reached the window of the spare bedroom above.

In the late winter, two visiting women came to stay one night and were put up together in the spare bedroom; a fire being lit in a grate which had not previously been used by the Pennee’s. The guests awoke in the dead of night to a bright light. A glowing woman in a checkered shawl stood stirring the fire in the grate, a baby on her arm. She turned to look at them with pleading anguish, and they covered their faces with a blanket in fright.

Later that spring, right before heading back to England for a spell, Georgina had occasion to spend the night in the spare bedroom along with her daughter, who was unwell. Around midnight, her daughter drew her attention to a light shining beneath the closed door. Georgina got up to open it, thinking it was her husband, and came face to face with a glowing woman in a checkered shawl, holding a baby. Without a word, the apparition turned away, walked across the staircase, and disappeared through the wall into the farmhand quarters. None of the dogs barked, and Georgina did not feel alarmed, despite what she had seen.

The Pennee’s returned to Binstead again the next year, to a report from the farmhands that the “creature had been carrying on,” the screaming sounds distressing them the most. One farmhand in particular, named Harry Newbury, had been targeted by the apparition several times and had taken to locking his door each night. While admitting that a ghost with a baby had appeared at the foot of his bed, he refused to give any other details. In the following year, the Pennee’s gave up Binstead house, and Georgina heard nothing more about the hauntings for nearly two decades until she happened to return to Prince Edward Island.

A parish priest approached her with a letter in hand, to question her about her past residence at Binstead. The letter had been sent by the wife of the current owner, asking the priest to “deliver them” from a tormenting ghost. Looking into the matter further, Georgina learned that before her time at Binstead, two sisters had been in employment there, and both had given birth to illegitimate sons. Furthermore, one of the women and one of the babies, had mysteriously gone missing, never to be found. Adding to the mystery, the remaining sister quit her job shortly thereafter and moved to America; but before leaving, left her baby with her parents along with the shocking news that it wasn’t her baby at all. She gave no details, stating only that her baby had died and this was her missing sister’s baby.

The child’s name was Harry Newbury, the very farmhand who as a young man, had been unwittingly hired by the Pennee’s and singled out by the ghost. Georgina deduced that the ghost was Harry’s mother, and the infant in her arms, his cousin. Though whether or not the mother and infant had both been murdered and buried under the tree in front of the dining room, was unknown. It was also unknown why the babies had been switched.

In 1888, Georgina once more stopped by to visit Binstead house, curious to know if the hauntings had ever ceased, and reported the following:

“The tree whence the screams started is cut down; the room where all saw the ghost is totally uninhabited, and [the wife] would not let us stay in it, and entreated us to talk no further on the subject. From the man we got out a little, but she followed us up very closely. He says that since the priest blessed the house a woman has been seen (Or said to have been seen, he corrected himself) round the front entrance, and once at an upper window.”

Folktale: The Poltergeist of Baldoon, Ontario

As retold by Bekah Ferguson

In 1829, in the Scottish settlement of Baldoon, Ontario, the John MacDonald family purchased a two-storey farmhouse and soon found themselves terrorised by a violent poltergeist. For reasons unknown, there was a land dispute over the sale; in particular, by an old woman who was very much opposed. Her threats and misgivings were left unheeded, however, and the MacDonalds moved in.

The hauntings began straight away: The lid of the kettle flying off as the kettle flung itself to the floor, the poker and broom in the hearth jangling in an unfelt gust of wind. Stones smashing through windows with no culprits in sight, and an Indian knife lifted from its mount and thrown at the window; piercing the casement firmly. Once John marked one of the stones with paint and threw it into a nearby stream, only to find it back on the floor of his house a few hours later. But the worst was yet to come. One day the house randomly caught on fire and burned to the ground. The family escaped unscathed, and after briefly living elsewhere, returned to the property to live in a tent, perhaps planning to rebuild.

At this time, a country witch doctor came along and spoke to them. He claimed that the Ojibwe who lived in the same Great Lakes area believed that it was not a poltergeist tormenting the family at all, but rather forest faeries. The house had been built on a faerie path and they were simply in the way: the hauntings were intended to scare them off. But as later recounted by John MacDonald’s son Neil, a local teenage girl with second sight had different advice for the family altogether. She told them to fashion some silver bullets and go in search of any unusual geese in the area.

John found a white goose with a black head near the river and proceeded to shoot at it. His aim was bad and he nicked only the wing; breaking it. So he chased after the wounded goose through the hillsides and forests until he lost track of it. It was then he discovered a cabin in the woods–the house of the old woman who had contested his purchase of the land. And there she sat in a rocking chair on her porch, muttering curses, and cradling a broken arm.

From a site called Ranker. This post had more folklore, legends, and stories than I found on many others. So many to look into and these are not mostly old native legends and folklore, but modern (relatively) stories. I'm glad to have found a good list of them to find out more about.

Headless Ghosts And 'Titanic' Passengers Roam Old Montreal

The historic neighborhood of Old Montreal in Quebec's largest city draws numerous locals and tourists each year thanks to its history and old world charm. People believe Montreal is the most haunted city in Canada and many of Montreal's ghosts live in Old Montreal.

The city's oldest road, Saint-Paul Street, supposedly becomes a walkway for the paranormal at night. Visitors often report seeing ghostly horse-drawn carriages or an apparition of Marie-Joseph Angélique wearing the same white robe she had on when was terminated. The former lady of the evening Mary Gallagher is also reported to appear on William and Murray Streets every seven years - looking for her head, taken off by her onetime best friend.

Visitors can also find hotbeds of ghostly activity in Old Montreal's graveyards, especially in North America's largest intact cemetery, Mount Royal. People claim to see apparitions wandering around the plots at night and hear giggling, creaking, and other eerie noises. Ghosts supposedly include several people who perished on the Titanic and an often-seen Algonquin man who looks over the cliff to the city below.

Haunted graveyards in Old Montreal aren't limited to outside the city. Dorchester Square park lies above a grave said to hold around 70,000 skeletons who passed from cholera.

A Mysterious Ghost Ship Burns In The Northumberland Strait

The Northumberland Strait lies between Prince Edward Island and Nova Scotia and has reportedly been home to a phantom ship for many years. Numerous people claim to have seen a vessel catch fire, burn for several minutes, and then mysteriously disappear. One woman said she saw crew onboard scrambling to douse the flames.

Entire groups of people have supposedly witnessed the burning ship when riding the ferry between the strait. Rescuers have tried approaching the phantom vessel, but find nothing there. One sailor even remembers sailing through flames before they mysteriously disappeared.

Divers have failed to find any wreckage in the area.

A Man Was Burned By Radiation After A UFO Encounter In Manitoba

In 1967, Stefan Michalak ventured out into the woods around Falcon Lake near Winnipeg, Manitoba in search of silver and quartz. He was startled by a gaggle of geese, but then noticed two cigar-shaped crafts hovering in the air. One flew away, but the other landed.

Michalak waited half an hour before approaching. He heard mechanical whirring noises, smelled sulfur, and felt warm air as he got closer. He noticed an open door panel; coming from inside were colored lights and voices muffled by a constant humming.

Suddenly, the door panel closed, and a blast of gas from the craft knocked Michalak off his feet; his clothes were set ablaze. He managed to take them off and made his way back to town. He felt extremely sick, dizzy, and had burns on his stomach resembling a grid.

Doctors discovered Michalak's sickness was caused by radiation, and officials who checked the alleged encounter site discovered radioactive soil samples and metal melted into the rocks. Several government departments investigated the incident, but concluded the case would forever remain unexplained.

A Lady In Red Haunts Toronto's Lower Bay Station

Below Toronto's Bay Station lies another subway station known as Lower Bay Station. The Toronto Transit Commission reportedly opened the station in 1966 while experimenting with routes, but soon realized if the route was ever delayed, it would slow down the entire subway system. It was shut down only six months later.

They later built the current Bay Station on top, connecting the two platforms with a red door only accessible to employees. Workers and occasional movie productions still use the old station, but numerous workers claim to have seen a phantom Lady in Red wandering the tracks.

People say she has no legs and only black holes for eyes; her apparition only lingers for 30 seconds. Workers have felt cold spots and sensed drafts in areas where they shouldn't be present. Some think it's possible the Lady in Red fell or was pushed onto the tracks, but no records of any such accident exist. Others think it's more likely she was a former resident of Potter's Field, a cemetery for social outcasts and the poor, which the city attempted to relocate in 1855 to build the station.

Wendigo Hunt People In The Woods Of Ontario

Native American tribes from throughout the northeastern region of North America tell tales of a malevolent, 15-foot tall, flesh-eating monster called the Wendigo. Born from dark human acts, the Wendigo uses its magic to track any person who unwittingly walks through its territory. The creature is associated with harsh winters and famine. It is said to have long claws, sharp teeth, glowing eyes, and can possess people who display greed, gluttony, and excess.

Modern reports and sightings have been recorded since the 1800s, most notably in the town of Rosesu, MN. There, whenever the creature was seen, an unexpected passing soon followed.

People still report sightings of the Wendigo, primarily in Northern Ontario.

The Spirit Of A Girl Haunts The Screaming Tunnel

Although the Grand Trunk Railway closed down long ago, one tunnel below the tracks is allegedly quite active. According to urban legend, if a person stands in the middle of the so-called Screaming Tunnel and lights a match, a strong wind will blow out the flame and visitors can hear a woman's scream.

Multiple stories explain the eerie sound. One explanation says a young girl was caught in a barn fire and tried to escape, but ended up stuck within the tunnel. Another version of the legend claims the girl was severely mistreated and burned to hide the evidence. A third version alleges the girl's father got rid of her by setting her ablaze.

Dozens Of People Met Their End In The Headless Valley

In 1908, people began finding headless forms in Northwest Canada's Nahanni Valley. Some attributed the suffers to the Waheela, a giant, wolf-like creature that hunts in packs of two or three. An estimated 44 cadavers have turned up in the valley since then, including a prospector whose cabin burned to the ground in 1917 and an unknown miner found still in his sleeping bag in 1945. The area appropriately became known as the Headless Valley.

While the slayings could also be attributed to native groups, competitive prospectors, or hungry grizzlies, many still believe the mysterious packs of Waheela are to blame.

A UFO Base Lurks Below The Surface Of Lake Ontario

Conspiracy theorists claim aliens have created hidden underwater UFO bases all over Earth, including one that supposedly lies below the surface of Lake Ontario. People say they often see unexplained lights over the water. One resident of nearby Hamilton, Ontario reported walking home from work when he noticed glowing orbs in the sky. He felt a strange sensation that caused him to freeze. The 10 orbs floated for several minutes before flying out towards the water.

Another story claims a group of people witnessed the floating lights in 1981. They noticed an orange flying-saucer-shaped craft traveling alongside their car. While the craft was in their vicinity, the car radio became nothing but static. The group followed the strange object only to see it fly over Lake Ontario, descend at an angle into the water, and ultimately disappear below the surface.

Others who have claimed to have seen the lights say they are orange in color and most often appear between Toronto and Oakville.

A Phantom Worker Falls From University Of Toronto's Soldiers' Tower

The University of Toronto built a Gothic-style structure around 1924 as a memorial for students who perished in WWI. According to legend, a worker fell while polishing the bells housed in the tower in the 1930s.

Since then, students claim to see lights inside the tower and the worker's ghost wandering around the nearby grounds. Others have supposedly seen a man fall from the tower, but when they approached to check if he was alright, they found nobody there.

The Ogopogo Monster Lives In Lake Okanagan

In 2018, two families relaxing along the shore of British Columbia's Lake Okanagan claimed to witness a mysterious creature rising from the water. "I saw this black form come out of the water - cylindrical - and then roll," one man said, describing the almost 50-foot-long, snake-like creature. Within three weeks, two more people saw the same thing and believed it to be Canada's legendary Ogopogo.

The first modern documentation of the monster was in 1972, but indigenous legends mention the creature long before that, calling it the N'ha-a-itk, a long creature with humps and a horse-like head that rises from the lake during storms.

Numerous people claimed to see the Ogopogo swimming or peeking above the waves, and have captured photos and videos of the creature. The Ogopogo became such a beloved part of Canadian folklore that the government commissioned an Ogopogo postage stamp in the 1990s.

Scientists believe the creature may be a primitive whale that shows itself more often in the fall when boat traffic dies down and the water temperature cools.

A Slain Lighthouse Keeper Wanders Outside Gibraltar Point

Built in 1808, the Gibraltar Point Lighthouse is the oldest lighthouse on the Great Lakes. During the War of 1812, lighthouse keeper JP Rademuller kept a careful watch on the harbor until he mysteriously disappeared in 1815. Although details differ from story to story, soldiers allegedly slew Rademuller and hid his remains around the lighthouse. Years later, another lighthouse keeper began digging up the area and discovered what's believed to be Rademuller's jawbone.

The lighthouse became a popular local tourist destination for both its history and potential for the paranormal. Some people claim to hear phantom moans, while others say they've seen Rademuller's ghost wander the area. When visitors approach the door to the lighthouse, they sometimes detect loud banging noises coming from inside.

The Cabbagetown Tunnel Monster Lurks Underneath Toronto

In 1978, a 51-year-old man encountered a strange creature in a tunnel by the Cabbagetown neighborhood of Toronto while searching for a lost kitten. After walking about 10 feet into the tunnel, he spotted something move. He swung the flashlight in its direction and saw what appeared to be a three-foot-tall, monkey-like creature with gray fur and glowing orange eyes. This "living nightmare" said to him, "Go away. Go away." Horrified, the man ran.

Friends urged him to share his story, so he contacted the Toronto Sun about a year later. He and a reporter found the cave once more - and a perished cat. The two guessed the other end of the tunnel led into Toronto's sewer system. No one has ever spotted the Cabbagetown Tunnel Monster again.

The Ghost Of Richard Christie's Mistress Lingers At Regis College

The building that now houses Regis College in Toronto used to be the private mansion of Richard Christie, the son and heir to the founder of Mr. Christie's Cookies. The building contains a windowless room hidden within the inner structure of the house complete with its own bathroom and entrances located behind wood paneling. According to legend, Christie's mistress lived in this space, and they conducted a secret affair.

Although he bribed a servant to bring the woman food, Christie failed to spend as much time with her as she wanted. Supposedly, she grew so distraught with his absence that she garrotted herself in the secret room. Christie and the servant buried her in secret, but he found himself unable to deal with his grief and ruined the family business.

Students and other visitors to the secret Room 29 have seen doors opening and closing on their own, and some women claim to have entered only to find themselves mysteriously locked inside.

The Nennorluk Waits Off The Coast Of Newfoundland

According to legend, explorer Sir Humphrey Gilbert came face-to-face with a sea monster on his way back to England from Newfoundland in 1583. The lion-like creature he described fit the description of the Nennorluk, a cryptid from many Inuit stories around parts of Newfoundland and Labrador.

Said to have white fur, large ears, and stand as tall as an iceberg, the beast feasts on seals and humans, if they get close enough. Inuit people believe the Nennorluk does not swim, but instead moves from place to place by walking along the bottom of the ocean. They claim this is the reason the creature is not usually seen away from the shore. An 1847 sighting, however, alleged protrusions resembling antennae once appeared in the water, and the surrounding people heard a terrible roar.

British Columbia's Most Famous Architect Haunts The Buildings He Designed

Two buildings in Victoria, British Columbia, designed by Francis Rattenbury are said to be haunted by the artist himself. Rattenbury was one of British Columbia's most famous architects and became a target for local newspapers.

Although he originally lived and worked in Victoria, he garnered a bad reputation for his salacious affair with Alma Parkenham. After divorcing his first wife, Rattenbury married Parkenham and moved to England, but was slain in 1935 - presumably by Alma and her new lover, George Stoner.

Visitors to the Empress Hotel claim to have spotted a ghost of a thin mustached man walking through the halls. Others say his ghost can be seen haunting the British Columbia Parliament Buildings.

The Loup-Garou Stalk The Forests Of Quebec

When the French began to immigrate to Quebec in the 17th century, they brought many of their folk stories along with them. One tale was about human-beast hybrids known as loup-garou or rougarou, also known as werewolves.

According to legend, loup-garou are cursed and placed under a spell for 101 days, forced to change form every night. Unlike werewolves in other cultures, loup-garou have the ability to shape-shift into dogs, cats, pigs, oxen, owls, or calves, and retain awareness while in both forms.

Stories claim those who draw the blood of and recognize one of these creatures will be able to see the loup-garou's true form.

A Family Was Cursed In Baldoon

After John McDonald refused to sell his land in Baldoon, Ontario to an old woman in the 1830s, his family's home became a hotspot of paranormal activity. The family heard eerie footsteps in the kitchen, items inside the house flew around, and phantom hands threw rocks.

Some claim the family put marks on the stones and tossed them in the river, only to find the same marked stones back in their home. Fires started spontaneously all over their land until the entire house went up in flames.

The McDonalds moved in with family next door, but the mysterious events continued. As many as 26 people claimed to have witnessed these strange occurrences, and eventually, the family sought help from a young girl able to read stones. She told McDonald to fire at an unusual goose with a black head that was seen wandering the property. He did as she suggested, and targeted the bird in the wing.

McDonald tracked the bird, and it led him to the old woman's house, where she sat with a broken arm. The mysterious occurrences never happened again.

The Thetis Lake Monster Struck Several Teenagers

Sometimes referred to as the Canadian Lizard Man, the Thetis Lake monster first appeared in 1972, when it allegedly came out of the lake and went after two teenagers. The kids claimed the five-foot-tall monster looked like the Gill-man from The Creature from the Black Lagoon. While they were trying to escape, the cryptid managed to scratch one across the hand with its barbed, webbed claws.

A few days later, others claimed to witness the beast:

Its body was silver and shaped like an ordinary body, like a human being body, but it had a monster face, and it was all scaly with a point sticking out of its head and great big ears and horrifying eyes.

The second set of witnesses eventually admitted they made up their story, but the first two never went back on their claim. People forgot about the monster for many years, until, in 2011, another person claimed to have been charged by a beast with claws and scaly skin.

I like stories about about something that is deadly to everyone who handles it. Is there a special genre for this type of fiction? It seems there should be. In horror, in general with the paranormal, macabre, misfortune and tragedy associated with something beautiful, precious, luxurious, expensive and for some reason sinister, ominous, or foreboding (another good word).

Recently I read, The Mystery of the Five Hundred Diamonds, by Robert Barr. Its an old story, written over 100 years ago. In France, a diamond necklace is found forgotten in an attic of an old chalet. The man who finds it was working on repairs to the house. He attempts to sneak out over the roof with the necklace. He falls to his death. In this story there are further deaths in the backstory and the ongoing story after it is found.

It would be fun to write a story like that. Coming up with scenarios for a cursed necklace (or something else).

... created by a jeweller who dies in a fire, inherited by his son who is lost in the Amazon jungle, never found. Given to the sister in the family who is murdered by her fiance a week before their wedding. The caterer takes the necklace from her corpse and is hit by a streetcar dying in the hospital two days later. The family are all deceased so the necklace is sold at an auction. The auctioneer who sells the necklace dies after mistakenly eating a poisonous mushroom. A rich businessman buys it for his mistress. He goes bankrupt and disappears before he gives it to her. His wife, trying to handle all that debt and creditors goes crazy and is locked in an asylum the rest of her life. Then there is a time of rest. The diamonds are forgotten in a secret vault, in the mansion of the businessman. The wife didn't know about them and the mistress wasn't given them. Of course, decades later, the house is being demolished by a builder who hopes to find old blueprints for the house, or something valuable in the vault at the house. He does... unfortunately.

You know that can just go on forever. Diamonds, in particular, are not easily destroyed. Plus, human greed alone will keep them from disappearing for long. Of course, I've read this type of story with assorted items: a doll, a car, but jewellry seems to be the most popular. Its not heavy, or bulky, doesn't really need maintenance, and it only becomes more valuable over time.

The thing is, is it cursed or is all this just happening around it? Does greed cause all this misfortune? The necklace is just blameless while horrible things happen to people around it? That's the mystery.

Write your own story about a cursed(?) item.

• odd, strange, or unusual noises
• lights turning off or on by themselves
• things are moving when they shouldn't be
• some things disappear or can't be found
• shadows that don't match the surroundings
• weird symbols or writing
• animals are sensitive to something unseen
• children or pets react to people only they can see
• something touches you but nothing is there
• unexplained cold spots

Does this list worry you, or do you feel like writing a great horror story about a spooky old house now?

I'd like to find out more about some of these mysterious Ontario creatures. Not so much the wendigo. Maybe its just the popularity of the idea in fiction, but it seems less supernatural/ paranormal based than the others.

Some, like crying at the water falls, are common ideas with accompanying legends about romantic tragedy. These likely have an explanation to do with how sound carries and bounces off rocks, etc.

Sure, lake monsters are more likely floating logs or debris, a large fish, or just a wave in the water. But, I do wonder more about the possibility of lake creatures. It does seem there could be species we don't see. Yet, as with Loch Ness, it seems there should be some evidence when they test the water for DNA. It could be I just want to believe in lake monsters/ creatures.

Ontario's mythological creatures and mysterious folklore - Erin Horrocks-Pope

Gaasyendietha: Lake Ontario's Hydra Serpent Lake Ontario, surrounded by the ancient tales of the Iroquois and Algonquin, is said to have been home to a race of giant serpent-dragons.

Among these mythical creatures, Gaasyendietha, a massive hydra snake capable of breathing fire and flying like a bird, was revered by the Seneca people.

In 1805, fishermen near Kingston alleged an encounter of a serpentine creature in Lake Ontario, led to local panic, adding to the legend of the fearsome Gaasyendietha.

Described as a hydra snake with the ability to breathe fire and fly, Gaasyendietha's origins involve being born from serpent eggs or arriving on Earth via a meteor.

Stories of this creature, known by many names, have persisted through generations. While a 1934 hoax cast doubt on sightings, the legend endures to this day.

The Little People of Doghead Mountain Near the town of Nipigon lies Doghead Mountain, resembling the outline of a dog's head. The mountain was once known as Memegwesiwijiw, meaning "mountain of the little people."

According to the legends, the little people reside at the mountain's base, and there's a curiosity to see them firsthand. However, folklore warns about the trickster nature of these elusive beings.

The tricks of the little people involve playful disruptions such as tipping over open and unattended water bottles. Accounts include incidents where the little people interfered with a trap line, releasing the trapped animals.

The story of Memegwesiwijiw weaves a cultural narrative connecting generations and arouses a sense of wonder about the mystical beings that inhabit Doghead Mountain.

Wendigo: Malevolent Spirit of Algonquian Folklore Originating from Algonquin folklore, the Wendigo is an evil spirit or creature believed to possess humans, inducing insatiable hunger, a desire for human flesh, and a tendency towards murder.

"Wendigo psychosis" is a term associated with modern psychiatry that refers to a cultural-bound syndrome among certain Algonquian-speaking indigenous peoples. The condition is characterized by an intense craving for human flesh.

In psychiatric terms, Wendigo psychosis is considered a culture-bound syndrome because it is specific to certain cultural or ethnic groups. It reflects how cultural beliefs and folklore can influence the manifestation of mental health symptoms within a particular community.

The phenomenon is not recognized as a mental disorder in mainstream psychiatric classifications but is acknowledged as a culturally specific expression of distress.

A Reddit post from an Ontario resident depicts a strange encounter in the woods, hearing the poster's name called in a voice resembling their own.

This eerie experience aligns with Wendigo lore, emphasizing the pervasive influence of these ancient myths on contemporary encounters.

The Crying Woman of Manitou Falls The legend of Manitou Falls tells the story of a waterfall named after the Ojibwe word "manitou," meaning spirit. Locals near Manitou Falls reported hearing the inconsolable cries of a woman every night.

However, it was later revealed that the weeping woman was, in fact, the spirit of the falls itself, appearing as a misty shadow within the cascading water.

The reason behind the spirit's perpetual sadness remained a mystery. One day, outsiders constructed a dam where Manitou Falls once existed, causing the falls and its spirit to vanish.

Legend suggests that the dam silenced the cries of Manitou, the spirit of the falls, forever. There's hope that, occasionally, Manitou might return to her waters or the place she once occupied.

Igopogo: The Elusive Lake Simcoe Monster Lake Simcoe, just 80 kilometres north of Toronto, is home to another peculiar water-creature known as Igopogo. Also referred to as "Kempenfelt Kelly" or "Beaverton Bessie," this lake monster has stirred the waters of Southern Ontario for centuries.

Described as having a canine-like head on a neck resembling a "stove-pipe," Igopogo's sightings date back to Indigenous legends.

Despite the controversy surrounding photographic evidence and sonar readings, Igopogo remains a mysterious and rarely seen creature, adding an air of intrigue to Lake Simcoe's waters.

Waheela: The Mysterious White Wolf of the North Venturing into the enchanting landscapes of Ontario, the Waheela, a mystical guardian, emerges as a cryptic figure echoing through the Canadian wilderness.

Tales of this creature, resembling a giant white wolf haunt the far reaches of Canada, with sightings from the woodlands of Simcoe County to the valleys of the Northwest Territories.

Descriptions paint a picture of an enormous, wolf-like being, impervious to gunfire, adding a touch of magic to the folklore that transcends the provincial borders.

The Waheela remains an enigmatic and elusive presence, a guardian spirit woven into the rich tapestry of Canada's vast and mystical wilderness.

The Legend of the Sleeping Giant At the top of Lake Superior, Thunder Bay boasts the captivating sight of the Sleeping Giant, a colossal land formation resembling a reclining giant.

This geological wonder is more than just a symbol for the city; it carries the weight of an ancient Ojibwa legend.

According to the tale, Nanabijou, a benevolent god, revealed the location of a silver mine to the Ojibwa people as a gift, accompanied by a warning that Europeans must remain unaware, or the curse would transform him into stone.

As jealousy brewed among rival tribes, a European scout betrayed the secret, triggering Nanabijou's wrath. In a tempest on Lake Superior, the Europeans met their demise, and Nanabijou turned to stone, safeguarding the silver mine at his feet.

Today, Thunder Bay honours this legend with the "Wake the Giant" festival, fostering inclusivity and paying homage to the guardian of Lake Superior's precious gift.