The County is rich with tales of haunted places, weaving a chilling tapestry that extends from cemeteries to castles.
Whether you're a firm believer in the supernatural or just a tad curious, it's hard to shake the shivers that creep up your spine as you delve into these eerie accounts.
Frozen in Time: The ghostly legacy of the Garibaldi's tragedy
Among the spectral narratives, one stands out like a frozen apparition in time – the tale of a sailor whose tragic demise left an indelible mark on the shoreline.
November 17, 1880, etched a harrowing episode into history's annals. That fateful day saw the schooner Garibaldi caught in the clutches of a winter tempest, mercilessly flung off its course and driven ashore at Weller's Bay. Under the shroud of night, only a trio of the ship's crew and the cook managed to find refuge on the shoreline. The captain, mate, and a solitary sailor clung to their ice-enshrouded vessel through the agonizing hours.
With each crashing wave, the ice's grip tightened, forming an icy shroud around the ill-fated ship. As dawn broke, revealing the extent of the tragedy, rescuers ventured forth to the stranded vessel. What met their eyes was a scene of chilling sorrow – the ship had transformed into a frozen tableau. The captain and the lone sailor, bound to the rigging, bore the brunt of nature's wrath. Tragically, the mate's struggle for survival came to a tragic end; his life extinguished amidst the icy grip, captured in the core of a massive ice block. His ghostly silhouette etched a haunting memory of his final moments – hands raised above his head, a desperate gesture to stave off his cruel destiny.
Whispers still reverberate, recounting how his ethereal presence walks the shoreline of Weller's Bay, a constant reminder of the icy grip that claimed him so long ago.
Beyond Mortal Boundaries: The tale of Ira Chadsey and his white horse
In the late 1800s, a farmer by the name of Ira Chadsey, located near Wellington, had an intriguing vision for what awaited him beyond life's horizon. His curious declaration echoed through time: he would return after death, not as a mere spirit, but as a majestic white horse. To guide his ethereal journey home, he constructed stone markers, intricate cairns, that would stand sentinel in the afterlife. These 20-rod spaced cairns, towering six feet high, were meticulously crafted from field stones united by mortar, forming an enigmatic perimeter around what is believed to be his horse paddock.
The story meanders through a tapestry of truth and imagination, weaving whispers of rumoured apparitions — a spectral white horse that has been said to tread upon the farm's grounds. Yet, in the pages of history, Ira Chadsey marked himself an agnostic in the 1871 census, leaving one to ponder whether the tale of reincarnation was merely an exquisite embellishment, a mirage of fantasy against the backdrop of reality.
Fast-forward to today, where the once-farm now stands transformed into a winery, christened By Chadseys' Cairns, an homage to the enigmatic legacy of Ira. Amidst the lush vineyards and the embrace of time, one of their most celebrated wines takes the stage: "White Horse." A name that encapsulates not just a beverage, but the spirit of a story, a journey, and the enduring presence of a farmer who dreamed beyond the confines of his mortal coil.
Phantom Rappings: The puzzling poltergeist of Picton's attic
In the year 1939, the Ackermans, a family residing in Picton, found themselves entangled in a puzzling enigma. Every Thursday evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a peculiar phenomenon would unfold within their home — mysterious knocking and thumping would resonate from the attic door, persisting for an hour or two.
News of this predictably eerie occurrence had quickly spread, capturing the attention of both the media and the local community. And then came that memorable evening, the 17th of August, 1939, when the Ackerman house was encircled by twenty-three vehicles, each filled with curious individuals eager to witness the spectral spectacle firsthand. The allure of the mysterious had drawn them, like moths to a flickering flame.
As the crowd grew in number and anticipation, the situation escalated to the point where the intervention of law enforcement was necessitated. Police officers were summoned to the scene, tasked with the delicate mission of dispersing the throng of onlookers who had gathered to catch a glimpse of the supernatural.
Curiously absent from the records is any mention of when or why the mischievous poltergeist decided to cease its peculiar nocturnal activities. The Ackermans were left with their curious predicament, a riddle without resolution. It's a circumstance that leaves one wondering — if only the services of the "Ghost Busters" had been available in those times, perhaps the enigma would have met its match. Alas, those iconic saviours of the supernatural didn't make their appearance until the 1980s, leaving the Ackermans to navigate their paranormal conundrum unaided.
Specters of the Stage: The haunting legacy of Picton's Regent Theatre
Amid the hushed grandeur of the world's historic theatres, whispers abound of spectral figures wandering the darkened stages and labyrinthine corridors.
Among them, Picton's Regent Theatre stakes its claim to the realm of the supernatural, where the ethereal presence of Miss Louise Cook, a former owner, lingers. Even when the lights fade and the curtains close, Louise's spirit reportedly still treads the aisles and casts a watchful eye over the ticket booth. Over time, numerous theatre employees have shared accounts of encountering her ghostly apparition.
Adding to the spectral tapestry, the theatre now boasts an "official future ghost." The year 2020 brought a fundraising draw winner, Ryan Aldred, who has earned the perpetual right to join the ranks of the theatre's phantoms. It's an intriguing twist that Louise Cook, if her ghostly awareness persists, might welcome. In witnessing the theatre's resurgence as a vibrant hub of activity, she could very well find herself in the company of a fellow spirit in the years to come.
Ghosts of Hillier: The story behind 'The Root Cellar'
The ethereal presence within her former Hillier home stirred the imagination of author Janet Lunn, giving birth to the enduring novel for young readers, "The Root Cellar."
In the dynamic era of the 1970s and 80s, Janet and her husband Richard inhabited their aged farmhouse, where echoes of the supernatural manifested. Among the occurrences were glimpses of a woman's silhouette adorned in a flowing dress and bonnet, caught humming in the kitchen, accompanied by the enigmatic sound of footfalls without a corporeal source. Even the family dog couldn't escape the eerie unease.
Curious minds can delve further into the narrative of "The Root Cellar" through its Wikipedia page: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Root_Cellar.
Elegance and Echoes: The ghostly secrets of Castle Villeneuve
Perched gracefully on Bridge Street, overlooking Picton Bay, Castle Villeneuve stood as a captivating testament to French Gothic architecture. Its grandeur was more than just bricks and mortar; it was a symphony of design, an opulent masterpiece adorned with intricate plasterwork, stately ballrooms, cascading porches, and the whispered history of servants' lives tucked within its quarters.
However, the tales that resonate beyond its architectural brilliance are those of enigma and spectres. Those who once served within the castle's walls recount the mysteries concealed in secret chambers and the ethereal presence of apparitions. One can't help but wonder if the former inhabitants, now at rest, found the allure of this splendid abode too captivating to part with – their connection to this luxurious haven extending beyond the boundaries of life itself.
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Watcher of Shadows: Uncovering the mysterious forces within an abandoned building
Once a bustling military barracks and later repurposed as a facility for the mentally disabled, this now abandoned building stands as a silent witness to its storied past. Over time, its enigmatic aura has lured in paranormal investigators seeking to uncover the mysteries hidden within its walls.
Among the echoing corridors, there arise tales of apparitions belonging to former patients and stern military officers. The air whispers with echoes of unseen footsteps, and voices long gone seem to linger in the corners of these deserted chambers. Curiously, photographs have captured inexplicable light anomalies, hinting at a spectral presence that defies explanation.
Yet, the true essence of eeriness lies not merely in the visual and auditory anomalies. Many who have ventured into its shadows have been overcome by an uncanny sensation, as if unseen eyes were fixed upon them — a sensation that sends shivers down the spine and leaves a lingering feeling of being watched by something beyond the realm of the living.
For those eager to delve into the investigations that have transpired within these haunted walls, a trove of paranormal exploration reports can be found at: theparanormalseekers.ca/prince-edward-heights---picton.html
Grains of Time: The phantom workers of Roblin's Mill
Roblin's Mill, a testament to history, came to life in 1842 under the hands of Owen Roblin, a descendant of a United Empire Loyalist. This mill, perched in Ameliasburgh Township, hummed with life, processing grains and weaving stories for generations. However, as the years rolled on, the wheels of time slowed, and in 1920, the mill's purpose dwindled, leaving it abandoned and forgotten.
But fate had a different plan, and in 1964, just as the shadows of demolition loomed, a glimmer of hope emerged. The Metro Toronto and Region Conservation Authority stepped in, cradling the mill's legacy with caring hands. They whisked it away to Black Creek Pioneer Village, sparing it from the merciless grip of time.
Yet, as the mill found a new home, a curious phenomenon danced between its timeworn walls. Whispers among Black Creek's employees spoke of the "old ones," spectral echoes of labour long past. The mill's giant wheel, dormant for winter, stirred with a life of its own, as if the spirits of bygone workers still toiled to grind flour that only the ethereal could taste.
Perhaps local poet Al Purdy's words ring true in this spectral theatre:
Those old ones
you can hear them
lost in the fourth dimension
what happened still happens
a lump rises in your throat.
As Roblin's Mill stands anchored between history and the unseen, its echoes carry the cadence of both the living and the spectral, an enduring tribute to time's ceaseless dance.
Guardian of the Grave: The spirit of the sailor's dog
In the hushed hours of the night, a sense of mystery lingers around the South Bay Mariner’s Cemetery, where an intriguing tale of devotion and loss unfolds. The heart of this story lies with a black Labrador dog, a steadfast companion whose loyalty transcended even the bounds of life and death.
The echoes of history tell us of a sailor, a figure of the lakes who once walked the decks of a schooner anchored at the nearby Port Milford. This sailor's life took a tragic turn when, in the depths of a drunken haze, he tumbled down the hatch of his vessel, succumbing to the injuries that ensued.
Beside this mariner stood his faithful black Labrador, a friend who shared his days aboard the schooner. When tragedy struck, the bond between master and dog was evident even in death. The loyal canine refused to abandon the ship that had been their shared home, and only reluctantly stepped ashore when compelled to do so. The dog's unwavering devotion, it seems, extended beyond the earthly realm.
Whispers among the locals attest to the haunting presence of the black Labrador's spirit, a mournful reminder of the sailor's fate. As the night settles in and the world grows still, some say they've heard the phantom howls of the faithful companion, an ethereal lament for the master long since departed.
In the South Bay Mariner’s Cemetery, the stories of lives lived and lost interweave with a bond unbroken, echoing through the ages as a testament to the enduring connection between humans and their four-legged friends.
Beyond the Threshold: The intriguing tale of Maple Rest's ghostly visitor
Nestled within the serene landscapes of Sandbanks, the Maple Rest Heritage House stands as a testament to Victorian elegance, now open for vacation rentals.
However, the old-world charm of this historic abode comes with an intriguing twist — a tale of the unexplained. Numerous guests have shared their encounters with a mysterious presence, a diminutive male figure that seems to traverse the boundaries between realms, making its ethereal appearances near the back porch. Clad in a hat and jacket, this spectral visitor is often described as slightly hunched, as if bracing against the chill of another time.
Curiously, these sightings often occur with an inexplicable sense of weightlessness, almost as if the figure were defying the constraints of the physical world. A whispered rumour among those who've experienced these enigmatic encounters is that this apparition could be reliving some long-forgotten memory or perhaps still fulfilling a task from beyond.
Winter's icy grip only deepens the mystery. On one frost-laden night, a curious guest ventured outside to confront the apparition's enigma. Yet, as they stood in the hushed snowscape, they discovered an eerie truth — there were no footprints in the snow, no trace of a corporeal presence that could have accounted for the ghostly figure.
As the Maple Rest Heritage House continues to enchant visitors with its Victorian allure, it also leaves them pondering the nature of the spectral resident that defies time and reason, leaving behind only questions and a touch of otherworldly wonder.
Consecon's Legacy: The Fox Sisters and the spiritualist movement
The origins of Modern Spiritualism can be traced back to the remarkable Fox sisters of Consecon. Maggie (Margaretta) Fox (1833–1893) and Katie (Catherine) Fox (1837–1892) were born in Consecon. However, in December 1847, the family relocated to a cottage in Hydesville, New York.
In a seemingly ordinary moment, an impromptu séance would mark the beginning of their extraordinary journey. The sisters made contact with the spirit of a deceased pedlar during this session. Little did they know, the pedlar's body had been hastily interred in the cellar of their cottage.
This fateful séance thrust the two farm girls from Upper Canada into the spotlight, launching them into careers that would become both famous and controversial as the world's foremost mediums and spiritualists.
Mysterious Headstone: An engraved enigma at St. Mary Magdalene churchyard
In the serene churchyard of the historic St. Mary Magdalene church in Picton, an unusual headstone stands as a curious testament to the passage of time. The inscription on the grave marker reads: "Wm. Pierce, Died Feb 31, 1860."
This intriguing tombstone has become the subject of both local lore and wider attention. A 1936 article in the old Toronto Telegram suggested a quirky explanation for the odd date, attributing it to an absent-minded stone cutter rather than a bewildering shift in the calendar. The intriguing nature of the inscription led the tombstone to gain a moment of fame when it was featured on an episode of Ripley’s Believe It or Not in the 1960s.
As the years have passed, the question lingers: Is there more to this story than meets the eye? Could the spirit of Wm. Pierce still wander, perhaps slightly perplexed, awaiting the correction of his puzzling headstone? The enigma endures, inviting us to contemplate the mysteries of the past that echo through the present day.
Echoes of Doubt: The haunting tale of Thomset and Lowder
The year was 1883 when the Prince Edward County jail witnessed a grim spectacle: the hanging of Joseph Thomset and George Lowder for a crime that might have stained their hands with another's blood unjustly.
Their convictions seemed to be painted by hasty brushstrokes of amateur detective work, orchestrated by a zealous police chief craving recognition as a crime solver. The community's thirst for revenge only exacerbated the situation, creating a distorted narrative of guilt that may have masked the truth.
In the shadow of the gallows, Thomset and Lowder faced their fate, but their demise was far from swift. Left suspended, their bodies convulsed violently, the ropes constricting the air from their lungs, a torturous suffocation that stained the conscience of the onlookers. The profound horror of that moment lingered in the collective memory, casting a dark pall over the County and etching the story deep into its fabric.
Yet, in the aftermath of tragedy, the truth found its whisperers. A gravestone, humble and crudely inscribed, stands sentinel in Picton's Glenwood cemetery, a testament to those who believe that Thomset and Lowder were victims of a grave miscarriage of justice. The words etched upon it, "Hanged. 1883. Unjustly," speak for voices silenced long ago and echo the somber reminder that justice isn't always as it appears. The tale of Thomset and Lowder endures as a haunting reminder of the past's shadows, urging us to question, to seek the truth, and to ensure that the lessons of history are not forgotten.
Unseen but Unforgettable: The silent tenant on Queen Street
In the 1970s, my friends embarked on a new chapter of their lives by moving into a charming older house on Queen Street in Picton. What they initially believed to be a home solely for themselves soon revealed its secrets — a silent resident from beyond, an unseen occupant that would soon earn the moniker of a "house ghost" – not just a guest, but a permanent fixture of the home.
As the days turned into weeks, peculiar occurrences began to unfold. Mysterious sounds echoed through the house, and fleeting shadows danced in the corners of their eyes. The presence, they surmised, was that of a woman, a specter who seemed eager to make her unseen presence known. Subtle as it was, a palpable aura seemed to envelop the rooms, creating an ambiance of inexplicable familiarity.
Time would unveil the truth behind this enigmatic presence. It was revealed that a woman, a former dweller of the house, had met her end within those very walls. The house had become a vessel of her memories, an echo of her past life, and it seemed she was determined to communicate her lingering essence to the living inhabitants.
Among the intriguing interactions, one incident stood out vividly — the kitchen soap dish. Like a playful hint from beyond, my friends would often discover the soap dish moved from its resting place on the countertop to an unexpected location at the centre of the kitchen sink. It was as if the unseen resident was trying to assert her presence in a way that could not be ignored.
In the quietude of the nights, the echoes of her existence lingered, intertwining with the creaks of the aging house. What began as an unsettling mystery slowly transformed into a comforting bond, as my friends realized that they shared their living space with a spirit whose history was forever intertwined with their own.
Grant Howes: A legacy beyond bounds
Grant Howes, the driving force behind the revival of the craft cider industry in Ontario, left an indelible mark that extended beyond his accomplishments. Grant was not only known for his larger-than-life personality but also for his generous spirit, freely sharing his wealth of knowledge and passion. He assumed the role of mentor for numerous individuals within the industry, leaving an enduring legacy of guidance and inspiration.
Tragically, Grant's journey came to an unexpected end when he peacefully passed away in his sleep at the age of 60. His untimely departure left a void that echoed through the hearts of his family and an extensive circle of friends. Despite his age, Grant possessed an unquenchable zest for life, leaving behind unrealized potentials and unshared wisdom.
However, those familiar with the County Cider Company have noticed a lingering presence—a sense that Grant's remarkable spirit may still permeate the cidery's grounds. His boundless determination and vigor seem to defy the confines of mortality. An intriguing figure in this tale is a majestic raven, an embodiment of Grant's enduring energy. Since his passing, this enigmatic raven has appeared, gracing the cidery's surroundings, almost as if it were keeping a watchful eye over the ongoing operations. Should you decide to venture to the County Cider Company, I encourage you to take a moment to look around, for you might catch a glimpse of Grant's raven companion. It's a comforting thought, one that suggests that Grant's remarkable spirit may continue to traverse realms, reminding us that some individuals leave an imprint that transcends the boundaries of existence.
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