Backus Heritage Village – Haunted Port Rowan Database

Backus ghosts haunted paranormal

Location: Port Rowan, Ontario, Canada
Type: heritage site
Built: late 1700s/early 1800s

Ghost report by Kim on April 14, 2014:

“I was in attendance at a War of 1812 re-enactment. I like to do photography and thought that it would be a great idea to get some photos of the old cemeteries on the property. In my pictures I happened to catch orbs and mist but nothing compared to what results I recorded within the original Backus Family Homestead.

I was by myself at the time and I was sure of that because there was no one else inside the house at the time. I was walking taking pictures at first when I came to the children’s playroom. An antique rocking horse started to rock back and forth on it’s own. So I immediately snapped a photo with my digital still camera. In this picture I caught an orb and at the same time I took the photo I heard a child laugh in my right ear as clear as day. I tried to communicate conducting an EVP session but no EVP after the laughter I heard. I decided to leave my digital recorder in the child’s play room while I went taking more pictures and I’m glad I did because exactly 5 min and 15 sec into the EVP I captured a class A evp of a child saying “Momma” followed by a cough. Then upon further research the youngest daughter of John Backus had died from pneumonia.

And to think I had captured this class A evp. I was very proud.”

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York Blvd – Haunted Hamilton Database

Hamilton ghosts haunted paranormal York Blvd

Location: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Type: street
Built: n/a

Ghost report from Robin De Danann on December 10, 2014:

“One of the saddest and strangest tales in Hamilton’s history is one which still haunts us today. It’s the story of the cholera plague, arriving on our shores with the immigrant ships – an epidemic that would kill 1 in 20 Hamiltonians, and hundreds of the city’s new arrivals. This is also the story of the frightful and inept burial process which left many of the deceased unable to cross over to their peace. Refusing to be forgotten, their spirits haunt us still.

The length of York Blvd, once known as Burlington Heights, is where the story takes place. The Hamilton Spectator describes it in 1897:
“Not anywhere else in or near the city of Hamilton is it at all likely that a more historically gruesome ground can be found than that around Burlington Heights … If there is any place about the city where spirits should come from their graves at midnight and flit about in the darkness, it is the Heights… There is a burying ground there, away upon the high level to the north of the canal. This bleak barren-looking spot is the last resting place of countless cholera victims who died in the city of the dread scourge in the years 1832 to1854.“

Tragically, after surviving months on board filthy, overcrowded ships, many Europeans arrived here sick with the plague. and were left to die alone in the cholera tents and plague shacks hastily built along the bayfront. The manner in which plague victims were buried only deepens the tragedy. The Spectator reports:
“Such was the terror inspired by the plague, that at the gates of lonely country cemeteries, bodies were left unburied, the friends of the deceased arriving after nightfall, dropping the body, then running away, leaving the people living close at hand to devise some means of burial. That means usually consisted of getting rope on the body and dragging it to a hole that had been prepared. The people did not linger for religious rites or ceremonies.”

Perhaps scariest of all was the rumour that the not-quite-dead were being buried alive. Unfortunately, an eye witness account bears truth to the rumour. A Toronto paper tells the tale of a young man off to work one morning, nervously leaving his wife feeling under the weather. He returned home that evening to hear she’d died and already been taken away for burial. Making his way to the dead carts, he demanded to see her body, noted slight movement, and carried her home, where, thankfully, she recovered – one of the lucky few.

As the last outbreak came to a close in 1854, Hamiltonians were eager to forget all they’d suffered through. And forget, they did – until 1923, when gravel pit diggers dug up bones near the high level bridge on York Blvd. A mass grave of cholera immigrants had been found! The bodies were quickly reburied and a commemorative stone placed in remembrance of the plague victims.

That was that – until 1962, when bulldozers widening York Blvd unearthed hundred of skeletons! This time, officials decided to transfer the mass grave into Hamilton Cemetery. Unbelievably, the new resting place of almost 500 dear souls, old and young, was left unmarked, uncelebrated, and forgotten again – until the 90’s, when a diligent historian discovered the location of the unmarked tomb, and a marker stone was placed – honouring the historian for locating the grave!

It seems, though, that the cholera victims are unwilling to be forgotten again. As the Spectator described, “The Heights are a place where spirits should come from their grave at midnight and flit about in the darkness.” And to this day, late-night dogwalkers and even the police report sightings of specters traversing the cemetery. Locals avoid the far, lonely end of the graveyard where the cholera victims lie, preferring to walk the “happier end” near Dundurn St. Tenants in a bayfront highrise by Pier 8, where plague shacks once stood, complain of odd occurrences like cutlery flying from drawers and across the room, and all the car alarms going off simultaneously when they enter the underground parking. Most eerie of all, residents of homes built over the cholera tents near Dundurn Castle, describe grief and terror-stricken entities who congregate in their living rooms, lurk in their basements, and knock on their bedroom walls.

Strangely, these home-owners admit feeling not only fear, but pity, for their ghostly visitors. They sense that the wraith-like, misty white figures seem pathetic and in need of help, as they appear to be terrified, as well as grieving. What could ghosts be terrified of, one might wonder. Spiritualist websites offer one possibility — fear of what’s on the other side can prevent spirits from crossing over. This makes sense considering the majority of immigrants at the time were Irish Catholics who firmly believed a blessing known as “The Last Rites” was needed before death to prevent them from going to Hell. Is it any surprise then that their spirits are afraid to let go? From the Irish Times newspaper, in an article on old Irish curses: “May you die in a town with no priest. – This curse dates back many years to a time when Ireland was more religious than it is now. Everyone wanted a priest in attendance to perform the Last Rites when they died. Dying without the Last Rites meant it would be more difficult to get into Heaven”. To add insult to injury, they were buried in unconsecrated ground and then transferred to a Protestant cemetery – no wonder they can’t rest. It seems the compassionate solution is to provide the suffering spirits with proper burial rites and rituals to help the them finish their journey.

One thing’s for sure – until we do, there will be no peace for them … or for the living who continue to experience the pain of the dead.”

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Haunted Ship in Toronto – Haunted Toronto Database

haunted toronto ship ghosts paranormal

Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Type: ship
Built: 1952

The following report was sent into our website by M. Wryter on September 26, 2014:

“In 1986 I was a ship keeper in Toronto living aboard the motor vessel D. C. Everest. She was built in 1952 in Kingston, Ontario and at the time of her launch then she was the most expensive of her type and class built at the Kingston ship yards. She flew her flag initially with Marathon Paper Mills, then was sold to American Can and flew their house flag.

Somewhere along her career, she ended up on the scrap list and ended her days in the turning basin in Toronto tied outboard an old Imperial Oil tanker the London. There they sat for a couple years until I became her keeper and moved aboard.

There was nothing untoward about the Everest, no startling history for her as she was a work horse and not subject to glamour or anything spectacular in her duties. So this outlines the vessel and some of her history.

It was a hot August Sat. eve in the city and I had invited a few friends over for some good music and some social drinks, a little friendly get together for some relaxing fun. By 7:30 or so everyone was aboard, deck chairs were laid out on the hatches. Speakers were hooked up and a cooler with 3 bottles of wine was placed on the hatch along with glasses, the tunes cranked up (it was a dock so no one as around). We sat and had a few, told stories and chatted about all sorts of things, just relaxing and having fun, the eve flowing well.

At about 10:45 or so some had to leave so the gathering broke up and we all headed to the gangway to say good night and go our separate ways. And it was at the gangway that lead to the in board vessel, the London that we were gathered when someone said, “Look”, and pointed to the stairs on the starboard side of the ship. We all looked pretty well in unison and we all collectively saw a set of legs walking up the starboard stairs case to the Captain’s cabin. All 9 people saw this and everyone was in a state of shock over it.

Some shook their heads, others just in awe, one turned away and was sick. It was one of those unexpected things that happened and everyone reacted to it differently.

We all gathered our wits about it, some laughed it off as too much wine, but the fact was that we had all seen it collectively. The next day I had a couple of calls and it was discussed and after a few days we all agreed it had been seen by us all. Only one woman said that she would never set foot on the ship ever again, and well that was her final response to that eve.

She was eventually towed to India and broken up for scrap, so whatever ghostly crewman that was perhaps he found himself a new home.”

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Hamilton Cemetery – Haunted Hamilton Database

Location: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Type: cemetery
Built: n/a

The following report was sent into our website by M. Wryter on September 23, 2014:

“It was 4:31 am Sat Sept 20th, 2014 and I had decided that I wanted some shots of tombstones just using the flash as a highlight of the detail of the stone. I arrived at the cemetery main entrance across from Dundurn Castle, drove in and decided on the right turn, past the main building. I followed the road into the cemetery until I came to the work buildings at the back of the plots. I stopped as 2 rabbits ran across the road in front of my car and it was as I stopped that I THOUGHT I saw a figure standing by the tree.

Hamilton Cemetery haunted ghosts paranormal

It was the rabbits  I saw  that made me stop, so I waited till they crossed.

Hamilton Cemetery haunted ghosts paranormal

It was as I sat there waiting for them to cross that I heard this very deep ” WUUF..WUUF ” of what I thought was a dog and the sound of it came from the right rear side of the car. I gave a quick look to the side of the car but could see nothing there. I looked ahead and saw the rabbits were gone and was about to start ahead again when I felt something hit the right rear side of the car. It was forceful enough to make the entire car shake. I moved the car up ahead a few feet, stopped, then looked in the rear view mirror and saw this face that looked like it was white faced.

Hamilton Cemetery ghosts haunted paranormal

It gave me a jolt and I left the scene drove out of the cemetery and to the street, where I got out and to see if there was any damage to the car.

There was none I could see so I looked into the cemetery, saw nothing then got back in and drove off wandering what had I witnessed and been part of this strange early morn.”

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St. Paul University Library – Haunted Ottawa Database

Ottawa ghosts haunted paranormal St.Paul University library jean-leon allie

Location: Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Type: library at a university
Built: n/a

The following report was sent into our website by M on September 12, 2014:

“I’ve posted a few pictures on my Facebook page (editor’s note: see photos at bottom of this page) of what I believe to be ghosts at the Saint Paul University Library. Some who have viewed it believe my pictures are incredible finds while others say it’s just my wild imagination. But the story goes that when I was a student at Saint Paul University and when students were still able to stay in the library all night, I continuously saw silhouettes of figures walking back and forth in front of me.

So one night I decided to take my camera to the library to confirm my suspicions, and took a few pictures when I thought I saw something moving. When I uploaded the pictures, I saw an anomaly in one of them and highlighted that section. It was then I saw two faces looking right back at me along with a written language underneath them, but my friends dismissed it as me seeing things that aren’t really there in the picture (pareidolia). I asked a professor at the university who is an expert with ancient Greek about the writing that I saw on the picture, and he says that he can’t read what’s written in the picture.

I thought to myself, maybe I could try it again and find something more definitive. I returned to the library a few more times and stayed late and took a few pictures and videos, but nothing developed from those attempts.

But on December 5th, 2012, on a cold winter’s day right before exams, I went to the library again hoping to take a few more pictures to see if I could capture anything. That night, I thought I saw something move right in the corner. I snapped a few pictures and took a few videos and left to upload the pictures onto my computer. In that one picture where I thought I saw something moving in the corner, I saw an anomaly. I highlighted it and saw a woman wearing glasses staring back at me. That’s when I remembered the very, very cold breath I felt directly on the centre (not side or top) of the back of my neck right after I took the picture. There was nothing behind me but a wall and the only vents that were around were from the ceiling.

I haven’t been back since, but I plan on doing another investigation at another point in time.”

NOTE FROM COLDSPOT.ORG: We did a wee bit of research and discovered this interesting tid bit — according to the St.Paul University website, this library (called “Jean-Leon-Allie Library”) just so happens to be the largest theological library in Canada, and the sixth largest in North America. For those unaware, “theology” is the study of the nature of God and religious belief. 

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St. Paul University Library ghosts haunted paranormal
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