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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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.”

WARNING: Do not trespass! Permission from the location owner must be granted to investigate this location!

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Hamilton Ghosts: The Baby Monitor Was Flashing

Location: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

The following report was sent into our website by Lorena on Sept 5, 2014:

“My family moved into what we thought would be our dream home I never thought to search into the history of the house first.

Two weeks after we moved in, strange things started happening. It started with the sounds of a little girl crying. At first it did not bother me too much as I was born hypersensitive to certain things.

One evening, I was the only one up, and the baby monitor was flashing. I turned it up and heard someone singing and my daughter giggling. I thought it was one of her older sisters or even her big brother by chance, as my husband was at work. I crept up the stairs to catch them in the act. To my shock and fear all of my children, baby included, were all still fast asleep. I told my husband about it when he got home and he brushed it off as I was over-tired.

We went the next three days without incident. On the fourth day, my husband was in the kitchen feeding the baby while the other children were at school. All the taps turned on full and all the cupboards flew open and cans fell out. I heard the noise and my husband yell in fear. I had been up the stairs in the attic sorting through boxes, I left the attic and headed for the stairs when I was faced with a transparent image of a woman not much older than myself in a brown skirt and white blouse, hair in a bun with the most sad eyes I have ever seen. The cold air made the hair on the back of my neck and arms stand on end. I was frozen unable to speak or move, she appeared to be wailing and disappeared.

We moved out that same day never returning, the house that shook us to the core. Once we were in our new home we started moving back in the furniture. There on the side of my infant’s dresser were five distinct scratch marks down the side as if something tried to claw its way up. We immediately removed the dresser and had a priestess come and bless the home.

We have had no more problems, but we all remember the day death became real.

Thank you for listening.”

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