The Algonquin Resort St. Andrews by The Sea
“It happened many years ago at The Algonquin Hotel in St. Andrews. I was attending a night out function at the hotel and was on an upper floor. Someone was with me but I can not remember who. We boarded an elevator to go to the lower level of the hotel and a very nice elevator man all dressed in a red uniform pushed the elevator button for us. When I looked at him, he was so pale that I thought he was sick and I tried to carry on a conversation asking if he needed help, did you want someone from front desk, do you want me to get a chair for you to sit on. He replied only by shaking his head no and his eyes would not meet mine in a shy sort of way. When I got off the elevator, I rushed to the front desk and asked for a supervisor. I told the supervisor to check on the elevator man because he might be having a heart attack or pass out or something as he looked very sick. The supervisor looked at me with a strange look and said “lady, we do not have an elevator man” and I replied, “you do tonight” I went back to the elevator and the man was nowhere in sight. Needless to say, I traveled the elevator all night to prove my point but I did not see him again. I never thought a lot about it because I thought someone was having fun until many years when there was publicity on the ghosts at The Algonquin and yes, there is an elevator man mentioned as well as the bride. I am not looking to be contacted but wanted to tell you, yes there are ghosts.”
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A Haunting in Rural New Brunswick
The following are series of experiences submitted to us in 2013. The events described span over a period of years. And while they begin in rural New Brunswick the odd happenings occur throughout different provinces. In the witnesses own words:
“After getting married, my wife our son and I moved in with my grandmother. The 3 of us slept in the basement, grandmother slept upstairs. Nightly we were woken at roughly 2 AM by a horrible crashing sound. Thinking that grandmother had fallen out of bed I would rush upstairs to ensure that she was all right. She would invariably meet me asking what we were doing downstairs to create this disturbance.
The room above mine where the sound seemed to be coming from had been my great-grandfather’s prior to his death. He used a cane and toward the end of his life would in a panic use it to turn on the light if he woke up in the night as he had developed a fear of the dark. I would call the sound very similar to what I had heard as a child when he would turn on the light. At the time of these events he had been gone for 10 years
My wife, son and I were living with my grandmother prior to my joining the army. On this particular evening one of my aunts had stopped by for a visit. While sitting upstairs chatting, my wife, aunt and myself all heard what sounded like someone in work boots walking across the floor below. As my son was asleep on that floor I immediately investigated and found nothing to be out of the ordinary, he was sound asleep and was the only person on that level of the house.
I returned upstairs finding my aunt visibly shaken. When questioned she explained that she hadn’t expected that I would find anyone.
The footsteps she had heard had been her fathers. He had a limp and always wore work boots, this caused a distinct sound when he walked. At the time of the event my grandfather had been deceased for roughly 19 years.
In 1999 my family and I were posted to Calgary so that I could attend training at SAIT. Our children were 8 and 2 years old. On a daily basis at roughly 8 PM the family would smell a struck match, I consistently investigated but never found the source. Our oldest son slept in the only downstairs bedroom and complained every morning that he wished I would stop staying up all night typing. I went to bed at 10 PM every night. Our younger son refused to sleep in the bedroom we initially set him up in, 4 months into our stay we traded rooms with him and he started sleeping through the night again. One evening I was watching television when my youngest son looked at me and asked “Dad what’s this mean?”. He had his hand near the side of his face and was making a come here type motion with his index finger. I asked him what he meant and he replied that the man in the closet was doing this and he wasn’t sure what it meant.
During the summer of 2000 my family and I were posted to Shearwater N.S. While driving there from Calgary we stopped to visit my grandmother in rural N.B. This was the first time my youngest son, 3 years old, had been there so he went off to explore the house with his older brother 9 while my wife and I caught up on the news with my grandmother. At some point our youngest so came to the kitchen in a panic saying that “The white hands came out of the stairs and tried to grab me.” Our oldest son who had been with him the entire time couldn’t understand all the fuss and swore that he hadn’t seen anything. His first indication of a problem was when his brother had started screaming.
When my grandmother passed away I was left a 31 day clock with chimes. After her funeral I hung the clock, it worked for 2 weeks then stopped and has never worked since except for a single 4 day period. On a Wednesday (can’t remember the date) it inexplicably started to work so I ensured it was wound and set it to the proper time. The next evening my mother called from N.B. to tell me that my aunt had been taken to the hospital in Fredericton the previous day, no one was sure why. On Saturday night two strange things happened. Concerned for my aunt and being away from home I was having difficulty sleeping. At approximately 12:45 AM I went to the basement for a cigarette. After lighting it, I felt 3 distinct, firm taps behind and slightly above my left ear, at roughly the same time the clock stopped and hasn’t moved since. At the time I still didn’t know why my aunt was in the hospital. The next morning I got a call explain that she had passed away through the night caused by an aneurism.
The clock started before I had been informed of my aunts illness but at approximately the time of the initial aneurism. The problem was on the left side behind her ear, which I wasn’t aware of at the time I felt the taps. The clock then stopped again at roughly the recorded time of death which I didn’t hear about until the next day. My aunt was trying to tell me that something was up and I was needed at home?
After my grandmother passed away, my family hired the teenager from next door to ensure that the lawn was mown regularly. On two separate occasions that I’m aware of he reported seeing her after her death supervising as he mowed. The first time was in mid June, he was mowing the front, she had been gone roughly 2 months, he looked up to clearly see her watching through the kitchen window apparently sipping a cup of tea. The house was completely empty, no tenants or furnishings, my aunt went to check on it later in the day and heard the story at that time. The second time was in August while mowing the back he looked up and saw her standing at the railing of the back deck roughly 20 feet from where he was standing. Apparently she smiled and waved, he waved back then realizing what he was seeing wasn’t possible, closed his eyes and shook his head when he opened them again she wasn’t there.”
The family continues to experience odd things in their current home, but wish to keep these private. The primary witness writes: As 5 years and 3 separate houses/ provinces (Quebec, Nova Scotia, Alberta) separated her (grandmother’s) death and the start of these latest events I “spoke to the house”, demanding that if this wasn’t the spirit of my grandmother they did not have permission to continue this contact. It has subsided but not stopped.”He adds: “I hope that my experiences may help others to understand or be less afraid of their own.”
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East St John Haunting
The witness writes:
“This is my first time telling someone outside of my family and circle of friends about it, but it is something I think should be shared with others.
Anyways, so the house I live in now was the house my father grew up in all his life. His parents built it in 1958 and lived here until my grandfather passed away and my grandmother could not handle the stairs. My immediate family and I have lived here for 14 years, moving in when I was 5. For the past 2 years, I have had strange encounters with what I have so fondly called ghosts. The room I occupy was once my grandmother’s and before that it was my aunt’s room. The room was built for my aunt by my grandfather, and she herself has stated that she has heard people singing during all hours of the day, when there was either no one at home or when everyone was there but only she could hear it. Before they built this house, they lived in a farm house not far from here and she said she also heard the singing there.
My grandmother who then lived in the room said at different times of the day and night she could very distinctly hear someone playing the guitar and singing country songs. My grandfather I’m told was a pretty good guitarist for being self taught. I myself haven’t heard the singing or guitar music as of late.
My encounters started a couple of years ago when my friend was living with us for a brief time. I shared my room with him and my bed was against the wall in a corner of my room. There is a rack with clothes on it that went over my bed at the time, and I had pushed them far to the side to keep them from getting in my face when I slept. One night when was trying to get to sleep the clothes started flying all over the place, sliding up and down the rack hitting me in the face. I jumped up and turned the light on. I confronted my friend about it claiming he did it, but he was quite asleep when I woke him up. Since then I have seen and heard a black shadow run up and down the stairs, and on the first occasion I could hear it stomp up and down the stairs. During that occasion, my mother was in front of me on the computer, dad was in the room to my back with our dog, my brother inside, and my other grandfather who is still living with us was asleep downstairs. I asked my parents if they heard the stomping and they heard nothing. My father saw no one come in the door as well. My brother once heard a banging sound as if cinder block was dropped on the floor, coming from my parents room (used to be my grandparents room when they lived here), but when he checked the house nothing was out of place or knocked over. My most recent encounter was a physical touch. This happened a little over a week ago and just as I got into bed and laid down, I felt a hand very gently run across my head and through my hair. My door was closed, and no one I could see was there. At this point I figured if anything is there it probably isn’t violent or too frightening. I came to terms with the idea that there is something in this house and I accepted it.
I have never gone looking to provoke anything paranormal, and I am firmly against playing with ouija boards based on the stories of the house my mother’s family had when they needed a priest to perform an exorcism. To this day she and my grandmother will not talk about that exorcism, but have briefly said that it was hell on earth.”
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We received the following report in 20011, but the events described occurred in years past:
“I lived in an apartment on XXXX Aberdeen Street in downtown Fredericton, NB. There was a young girl who lived in the apartment across from us who told us she had seen the ghost of a lady. This old lady Mrs. A had lived in the apartment beside theirs before she had died. It had just been a few years since Mrs. A had died and they knew her when she was living. I didn’t, I had moved in to the building after Mrs. A had passed. I suspected that the young girl was just imagining this ghost story as a way of dealing with the death of her neighbor. Maybe her story was influenced by her mother and or other people she wanted attention from.
One night I was watching tv and I felt a strong tap on the top of my head. Strong enough that I still felt some minimal pain after a few moments. Initially I had thought that a bird must have flown inside our apartment because I left the balcony door open for my dog to wander in and out when she wanted. I got up and looked around for the bird or possibly a very big bug that I though could have landed on my head and then taken off again. But there was nothing and no other open windows for whatever I felt to escape. I closed the balcony door, thinking that if something had flown in I didn’t want another bird to come in and if I closed it nothing could get out, therefore I would see what did this to me. Well after a few minutes I still didn’t hear or see any animals in the house, but I got a news paper to shoe it away if I missed it earlier. Not long after I sat back down on the couch I felt another tap on the head, but this time it was much stronger and I am quite sure I said “Hey” and I felt my head, rubbing it to ease the soreness. I looked around the room to see if there was a bumble bee or bird again, but then I caught a glance of myself in the glass doors of our tv stand across the room. A small handful of hair was standing straight up on my head. It looked like someone was holding my hair up. My hair was longer than shoulder length and there was no way static would allow it to stand straight up like that. This was the end of my experience.
For the whole evening I just keep replaying the scenario in mind, and finally I concluded that maybe the girl was right, Mrs. A was haunting our building. I was surprisingly not afraid, I just could hardly believe what I had seen and felt. I told my boyfriend when he returned from the night shift and he said, “Mrs. A doesn’t like you, she is jealous of you because she likes me.” He told me he felt her presence many times on the couch in the same place and that he felt her spirit was playful and kind.
Now I believe the young girls story of seeing Mrs. A. Although it could have been another spirit, the building was old and before it was an apartment, I heard it was a hotel and a school house. After this experience I do believe in ghosts for sure.”
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“After my family and I moved into a 2 story older home, we began experiencing loud banging upstairs when the children were sleeping, with no explanations. Often times this entity woke me or my house guests up out of our sleep with cold air, whispering our names, etc. It even moved our rocking chair in the living room as well as our broom, mop, etc against back door in laundry room. I feel it caused our home to be very hard to heat, and it was always very cold. My Mom said she saw the silhouette of woman with long hair at the top of the stairs. Lots of things happened that I would never have believed had I not experienced it! And I feel there may have been a ghost in the home causing these events.”
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Old Centracare Psychiatric Hospital
We received the following report in 2011, but the events described occurred in 1991.
“I was a security guard in a hospital in West Saint John called Centracare.This place housed patients with mental problems and criminals for 30 day observation. One night I had to do a patrol outside and check the outbuildings to make sure that they were locked and secured. As I passed the church yard I heard baby crying and I searched the lot but couldn’t find where it was coming from. After my patrol I radioed the front desk and ask where are the babies at and that I had heard crying. She told me that there wasn’t any babies in the hospital and that the last baby was back in 1937. She said that on certain nights you will hear crying.
I check on the history of the place and found that in 1937 they had a ward that housed babies and children. I’m not sure but I think the place is torn down.The grounds may still be haunted.”
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Childhood Poltergeist Encounter
The witness writes:
“My encounter began when I was in grade 4 and lasted close to two weeks. Maybe you can tell me if this is true or not, but I’ve had some folks tell me that people who are the most religious are often the ones who are most susceptible to an invasion of something other-worldly. So I’m not sure if this has anything to do with my experience or not, but as a child I was very religious (R.C.). I had two crucifixes hung on my bedroom wall with palm beads that were blessed by a priest. My faith could not be shaken, and I prayed every night and always tried my hardest to be “good” and follow the teachings of Jesus Christ. I got teased for it a little bit at school, but overall I was always known as the nice, quiet, religious one.
Anyway, by the time Grade 4 came around, something strange began to happen. I was always a sound sleeper, and never woke up during the evening. But on the first night with my encounter with something other-worldly, I immediately woke up around 3AM or so. It was strange because my eyes would open wide, and I wouldn’t be tired. I just laid in my bed starting at my alarm clock wondering why I was awake so early. Not long after being awake, I felt something scratch my head. It lasted about five seconds or so. It felt like a finger scratching my head. I thought I must have dreamed it, or maybe that I was moving my head against my bedpost or something. The last thing I thought was that there really was a finger scratching my head in the middle of the night, so I brushed it away and tried not to think about it the next day.
The problem is that every night for about 10 or 11 nights or so, the same thing happened. I would always wake up sometime between 230am and 330am (sometimes a little after 4am) out of the blue for no rhyme or reason. After the second or third night, I remember thinking that I should probably try and stay awake so that I could be sure I wasn’t going crazy. But I always wound up falling asleep. I made a pact with myself that the next time I woke up out of the blue during the evening like this, I would begin to pinch and scratch myself to make sure I was really awake and that my head wasn’t moving against my bedpost. But the only thing that did was scare me more because it still happened. I can still remember waking up, immediately scratching and pinching myself on my arms (I’d pinch myself on the back of the arm because I knew it hurt really bad and I would definitely wake up) waiting for the scratch to happen. The scratch became harder each night, and always on the head. I would go to school the next day with red arms because I had been pinching and scratching so much. I also made sure to concentrate and make sure that my head was not moving and rubbing against the bedpost. I would stare at my alarm clock to make sure my head wasn’t moving when the scratching would occur, but the numbers showing up on my alarm clock never moved an inch, so I knew my head wasn’t moving.
The next few nights I thought to myself that it wasn’t going to stop unless I catch it. I didn’t know how to tell my parents about my experience. I just didn’t have the vocabulary.
As soon as I would wake up during the middle of the night, I did my usual pinching and scratching to make sure I was really awake. I would wait for usually about 30 seconds to a minute and sure enough, the scratching began. I wanted to lay still and bring my right arm around to grab the finger so bad, but I was also terrified. For a few nights I would try and grab the finger, but only after I knew it was almost done scratching my head, so I would always miss it. I guess subconsciously I was afraid of what would happen if I caught it, so although I “tried” to catch it, I never tried to grab it when it first began scratching for fear of what it would mean.
On the last night, I knew I had to really catch it this time. The scratching had been getting harder, and I was more convinced now than ever before that I was dealing with something not of this world. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it didn’t “feel nice” or “holy” or “good” like the things I always tried so hard to be and surround myself with. All day I had psyched myself up to really catch this thing. So I went to bed that evening, and woke up early in the morning like I had for the past week or so. Sure enough, it started to scratch my head, hard. This time, as soon as it started, I immediately reached behind my head and caught it. I knew I caught a finger because as soon as I grabbed it, it straighten out and stopped scratching. The second I knew I had a finger in my hand, I immediately turned around and sat up in my bed to see what this thing was. It was too dark for me to see, but there was something darker than the colour black that started to rise or stand up. I couldn’t make out any features or anything, I just knew it was rising. I let go of the finger screaming my head off and dove into my parents bed crying and screaming louder.
They didn’t believe me that I had something under my bed. My father came in and checked but there was nothing there.
It never came back after that.
As a child I couldn’t figure out why, if I was so in-tune with God (at least I felt like I was at the time), how something like this could have happened. I’ve wondered about what this was for years, and only now am I actively seeking out answers because I feel like I just need to know.
Anyway, I know you have no reason to believe my experience anymore than any of the others you likely receive through your website. But I’m quite certain that I’m not crazy and I know what I felt. In fact, I’ve tried to be a skeptic for years, but the one thing always stopping me was my experience. I just couldn’t rule out that something else exists.
Thanks for reading this.”
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150 Year Old Haunted House
The following was sent in by one of our readers:
“My aunt has just recently bought a 150 year old house and has realized that she got more than what she bargained for. My aunt is quite frightened and even had a minister come over, but that didn’t seem to
help too much. There are cold spots and whispering throughout the house and a woman appeared at the end of my grandmother’s bed. The dining room seems to be the main problem area and they have seen a man with a long curly moustache at the dining room table, eating.
Its odd, for sure. You hear about these things but don’t really pay much attention to it unless it happens to you.
I experienced a few strange incidents a number of years ago in my parents house, but didn’t actually see anything, just bookshelves shaking and terrible groanings and knockings. They simply just disappeared one day.
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Sackville Private Home
We received the following report from a reader in 2009…….
“My daughter has been seeing a little girl in my home. This girl has also been seen in my ex-husband’s home. I consider my daughter to be sensitive as it runs on both sides of her family. She has also heard a man’s voice in our living room when no one was around. I have numerous times heard footsteps and doors closing in my home and have had the feeling that I was not alone. I have also seen the little girl in my ex-husband’s home as well, a few years ago when his grandmother died. My nephew has also seen the little girl in the steps in my home. Most recently I have felt touches on the side of my face. My daughter and I both feel that there are two different entities at work here. A man who primarily stays in our basement and first level and a little girl who is usually seen on the stairs to the second level. My daughter is fascinated by this and does not feel any negative vibes.”
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Edmundston Haunting
Edmundston is located in northwestern New Brunswick, in Madawaska County. The city was named after a former governor of New Brunswick, Sir Edmund Walker Head, who visited the Madawaska in 1856. Before the arrival of the first colonists, the local Natives called this place “Madoueskak”, which means “the place of the porcupines”.
In a nearby wooded area (of which there are many such picturesque places in this region) it is rumoured that a Native spirit haunts. The spirit is seen during evening hours only, and is reported to follow or chase those that encounter it.
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St. Paul’s Valley Church, in Saint John was designed by architect Matthew Stead. The cornerstone was laid in September 2, 1869. In 1981 workers attempted to remove paint from the old building using blow torches, and during this procedure Saint Paul’s Valley Church ignited, and burned to the ground. A new church was built on the exact site, and is a completely modern building. Strange noises and images have been heard and seen inside the new building.
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The Parker House Inn located in Saint John, New Brunswick is rumoured to be haunted by the lady who the house was originally built for as a wedding gift. According to one claim she makes herself known by setting a spinning wheel into motion. We currently have no recent reports on this location, and would be interested in receiving ant information on a possible continuing or past haunting at this Inn.
In March 2010 we received the following report from one of our readers who has visited the Inn.
“My co-worker and I were hosting an educational event for a group of about 20 at the Parker House Inn. During the presentation my co-worker (who professed before hand that he didn’t like to think about paranormal things as it ‘freaked’ him out) and I were standing at the back of the main room about 20 feet away from each other when I saw him jerk around and look behind him and then look over at me with a disturbed look. He later told me that he could hear someone whispering in his ear from right beside him, when he turned around he thought he saw a figure on the stairs (which were directly behind him but out of my line of site) out of the corner of his eye. He even accused me of playing tricks on him, which I obviously was not.
Before the dinner and at my request, the owner told us about some of the recent unexplained events at the Inn. One event involved the sighting of a woman in period dress standing on the stairs.”
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The Headless Nun
During the mid 18th century struggle between the Acadians and British, a French fort was constructed at a cove located in a place known today as French Fort Cove (Northumberland County, New Brunswick). Acadians were transported to this location to help fend off the British. Among these Acadians was a nun known as Sister Marie.
Sister Marie was born in France and requested of her superiors that she be sent to “Canada” to help the Acadians. Sister Marie was devoted to the care of the ill and despaired. She was in care of a fund that was set up to assist the needs of the families. It is said that she buried the money for safe keeping. Late one night, while returning from assisting a very ill person, Sister Marie was attacked by an unknown person(s) demanding that she reveal the the location of the buried money. Her unwillingness to cooperate with the attackers resulted in Sister Marie being beaten which ended with her head being severed from her body. Her head was never found.
Sister Marie’s body was returned to France but her spirit remained, unable to rest until her head was buried with her body. Late night visitors to this area have been approached by Sister Marie’s spirit asking them to help find her head. Others have said that she found her head and carries it in her arms asking them to bury it with her body.
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Saint John Private Home
“We have a wonderful female spirit that lives with us and watches over us when we are hurt or sick…On many occasions we have all felt her tucking our blankets in around us, felt her touch our chest when we have a cold, see her standing at the end of the bed smiling at us when we are hurt…we have even smelt a faint scent of roses when we have a disagreement…We can even feel her standing close by if you are sad…She is wonderful and we have all come to care for her a great deal. She seems to be in her late 30’s maybe early 40’s when we see her and she wears a long dress with a high collar and what looks like an apron. Sometimes she has a small white hat on…Her hair is dark and is always in a neat bun .It isn’t that we want her gone..I would just like you to know that some spirits don’t haunt…they help and comfort. Saint John is a very old city that has gone through a great number of events…we are guessing that see may have been a nurse at the old General Hospital that we live very close to…..thank you”
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The Capitol Theatre in Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada is a restored 1920s-era vaudeville house on Main Street. And just like any other good theatre that has a resident ghost or two, so does this one.
The Capitol’s ghost is said to be a female that dates back to the time when the theatre was still operating as a cinema. She is reported to be seen, and felt most often late at night, and by the ticket booth area.
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The Baie des Chaleurs Fireship
Legend has it that a ghost ship haunts this area, and over the years there have been many good eyewitness sighting reports of the strange lights of the phantom vessel. While some people say the ghost ship is nothing more than a natural phenomenon like St Elmos Fire, others who have seen the ship up close say it is definitely supernatural in origin.
An eyewitness writes:
“Hi, I came across the site and was reading the Baie des Chaleurs Fireship page and it brought back a memory I won’t ever soon forget, whenever I think about it or read articles, it comes back to me as if it had just happened yesterday, it’s one of the clearest memories I have…. I was only young, but it’s been stuck clearly in my mind since the day it’s happened, I was probably around 11 or 12, around that age, I had been with my grandfather that night, he had parked his jeep facing the water on a stormy night, (I used to talk with my grandfather about it and how he had seen it before). It is so surreal to think of it now and how clear the memory is of the vessel out in the bay, masts engulfed in flame, hovering in one spot, and then fading, we had got to sit and look at it for around 5 minutes before it disappeared.. It was unlike anything I have ever seen in my life! I can close my eyes and just see the memory of it in my mind clear as day and how unbelievable it was. When I mention the story to some they ask am I sure it wasn’t a dream, but I know I have seen the phantom ship!!”
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Christ Church Cathedral is the mother church of the Anglican Diocese of Fredericton. The Cathedral is located towards the east end of downtown Fredericton on the corner of Brunswick Street and Church Street, and is a designated historic site.
Bishop John Medley arrived in Fredericton on June 19, 1845. Newly appointed to the See of Fredericton, the 40 year old Medley immediately set about planning for construction of a magnificent new cathedral.
It is the spirit of Margaret Medley the wife of the first Bishop who is said to be haunting the cathedral. A female apparition has been seen at prayer, and walking throughout.
For more information on Christ Church Cathedral please visit their website.
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Steve Ramsey- Calgary