CSS EP-16. Five ghost tour guides share their favourite haunting tales from across Canada

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That gets you a twenty dollars credit if you sign up for a paid plan and help support my show. Thanks everyone. Crazy Strange Days podcast presents Crazy Strange Stories Episode sixteen. Today, we're going to head up north to our friendly neighbors, Canada, and over at the CBC Dot CAA, we have five ghost tour guides share their favorite haunting tales from across Canada, haunted hotels, back alleyway operations, and more terrifying local lore. Just as pumpkin spice lattes pair perfectly with leaf peeping, there's perhaps no better way to get in the Halloween spirit than a good old fashioned fright night. In fact, Canada has plenty of its own nightmare inducing campfired tales to keep you lying awake in terror. Take it for some of the nation's top tour guides who specialize in spinning cob web covered yarns from the crypt. To celebrate spooky season, we asked five of these pros to share their favorite sinister stories with us, many of which are associated with regular, real life ghost sightings. So read on if you dare apparitions in the Bloody Alley. I love all my ghosts equally, but what I love to talk about is the woman in Black and the Man in Black of Golers Muse the Alhambra Hotel was completed in eighteen eighty seven, the year after the Great Vancouver Fire. It was an opulent hotel, and it also had a reputation for being a full service hotel, meaning you could get any kind of room service you might desire. Wink wink. I'm sure the building has its fair share of ghosts, as do many old hotels, but its most prolific ghost makes her appearance on the back stairs in the mews. She seems to have a preference for dark, rainy nights, however that is not absolute. She materializes with a stunning woman in long black dress with long black hair and is often seen clutching her waist. Then she straightens, glides down Gohler's Muse and disappears into Bloody Alley. People theorize that she is a widow walking towards the hangman's noose that once stood in blood Alley, But was there ever really one there? I have doubts. But what of the ghosts that follows the man in black. He's a well dressed gentleman in a long black coat and bowler hat. He usually makes his entrance via the front door of the restaurant that backs into this alley. He's so solid that the host or hostess will try to give him a menu, but he simply walks forward through the restaurant, often disappearing in the alley behind the atrium. So what's his story? Since he has often seen seconds after the woman in black, one can reason the two had a relationship, but we can only speculate on the nature of it. Is he watching out for her or is he a customer still hoping to visit his favorite mistress. Back in April of this year, I had a mother and young daughter from Calgary on tour with me. Once we got to Golder's muse even before I began telling any ghost stories, the young teen looked up at the window above the twisted fork and said, there's a man in an old top hat looking down at us. I couldn't see anyone, so I asked her. Could he be wearing a bowler hat? She didn't know what that was, but it was an old fashioned black hat. Apparently he watched us the entire time we stood in that spot. The man in black often disappears into that very building, and the second floor was once a brothel. And that's from Lydia Williams owner and guide Ghostly Vancouver Tours. Check him out. The Tale of the Headless Nun, as told by Sean McCarthy, co founder Character Matters Marimichi, The ledgend of the ghost in French Fort Cove, proceeds in this way. One night around seventeen fifty eight, after having helped a woman through a difficult childburst birth childburst, sister Mary and Canoe was returning to the settlement at the cove, at the time home to a battery of sixteen cannons and a small detachment of soldiers. As she crossed the footbridge over crow Brook, she was set upon. Some say it was a pair of liprous soldiers or sailors from Lundinienne de Morlas. My French is like superb so take that out for revenge on those who had imprisoned them. Others insist that it was a mad trapper, wild and desperate from years living in the woods. Whoever he was, he was looking to extort the elocation of a buried treasure from the young nun. Sister Marie adamantly refused to divulge the whereabouts of the treasure, uttering only prayers for the redemption of the poor wretch's soul. In a fit of rage, the maniac severed her head with a violent blow. Some say he severed the head so he could dig into her throat, thinking she had swallowed the map as she saw him approach. The head was thrown into the waters of the cove and her body was left on the bridge. The settlers mourned the loss of Sister Marie for months. The militia attempted to find the man who had perpetrated this terrible crime, but were unsuccessful. Marie's death could not be avenged. Her body was sent to France for burial, but her head was never recovered, and since that day, it is said that the ghost of Sister Marie still roams the cove, still diligently protecting the treasure and searching for the head that will make her whole again. Winnipeg's Ghost Bride, as told by Kristin Truish owner and guide Squarepeg Tours. Now, I'm going to have a link to this article where you can get information to every one of these tour guides websites so you can check out their prices, how long the tours take, yeah, locations, times, etc. If I was in Canada, it'd be awesome. I'd check some of these out, depending on where I was. This story takes place at the Fort Gary Hotel in room two two. The urban legend is that the spirit of a woman haunts this room. She looks like a bride and lets people know she's in the room in several ways. People have reported hearing footsteps in the room, feeling someone sitting on the foot of their bed, always a creepy thing, and occasionally lying beside them when they were half asleep. She also has been known to leave wet footprints in the bathroom, turn the light on in the closet, and mess with the TV and phone. If you are fortunate enough to actually see her, she'll chat and then exit the room through the window. It is said that this bride was either murdered by her new husband or witnessed him being struck down by a trolley car on Broadway when he crossed the street to get something. When she saw this, she was torn apart with grief and guilt and died by suicide in the room. I carry a K two meter on my tours and it lights up whenever I talk about her. That's how she lets me know she's around next up. The ghost Ships of Lake Ontario, as told by AA storyteller Haunted Walk of Toronto. One of the most intriguing ghost stories I tell is honestly one of my favorites. It also happens to be tied closely to our history. While the Canadas were still colonies of the United Kingdom, we became the front line for the War of eighteen twelve. Lake Ontario was frequently populated by both American and British wars, with more than a few battles fought on the water. Living in Ohio, I can attest to this. One fateful day, the wind had died down. Unable to move their ships without the air aid of air excuse me, both sides were forced to wait on the peaceful water. The winds returned as a violent storm in the early hours of the morning. Two American schooners, the Scourge and the Hamilton, sank under the weight of their top heavy guns. Over fifty sailors were sent to the bottom of the lake with them. The intense storm, filled with rain and lightning, only lasted a few minutes. Today, the ships still lie at the bottom of the lake. The wrecks officially considered a National Historic Site, but that's not where their storm was end. A local legend has since emerged among some older mariners. This tale suggests the ships continue to set sail. From time to time. One might see two ghostly ships emerging from the mist on dark nights with thick fog Caree b. The sailors who died that day still on board, are forever trapped in their final moments on deck. Some even say to see these ships may lead to a death on your own crew. The Haunting of Room two O seven, as told by ghost guide Daniel Overseer Ghostwalks I love to tell the story of Molly McGuire at the Prince of Wales Hotel. The legend talks about the house which one stood on that land during the War of eighteen twelve. As the American soldiers marched in, one soldier was sent into the house to check it for the British. It was dusk and there were no electric lights back then. Upon entering a second floor bedroom, he mistook a shadow for a British soldier. He rushed in and ran the person through with his bayonet, only then realizing it was an innocent woman. The woman was Mollie McGuire, and the bedroom is said to be where Room two o seven at the Prince of Wales Hotel exists today. Room two o seven is considered the most haunted room in the hotel. The manager told us the story of a couple who stayed in the room. In the middle of the night. They awoke as something fell in the bathroom, getting up together to investigate as neither wanted to do it alone, the wife opened the bathroom door, flipped on the light, and saw a woman with long, dark hair staring at her from inside the bathroom mirror. One of our tour guides had a similarly spooky experience. While telling Molly's story, she noticed a swing across the street in Simcoe Park. Once she was swinging violently back and forth. There was no wind, it was nighttime, so also no kids. She ran into the park to check it. The swing continued swinging until a guest took a photo. After the flash, it slowed then stopped on its own. The best part in the photo there was a big bright horb on the swing seat. Okay, everyone, I know that's a short one. You're getting three a week, so I'm putting out three a week and I'm shortening some of these episodes. Next up, and it'll be released Wednesday, will be phantom trains from around the world, which is going to be pretty cool. I like trains. I like them, especially phantom trains, ghostly tunnels and the like. So check out the show notes you can get the links. Links to support the show, links to the articles, all kinds of links. So as always as I am mixed strange, I hope you have a great spooky day and I'll be back with you soon. 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