I received my contributor copy of Pocket Full of Posies this week. The book contains my own flash fiction story, The Cries of Dead Children. I am so happy. The Cries of Dead Children is the eighth story published by Wicked Shadow Press. I love the cover art. The cover art is beautiful for every anthology.
Mabon is almost here! Of course, I know that most of you Witches are drawn to the most celebrated holiday of all time. Yup. Samhain!
Fall is here! Here is a true spooky story to get you in the mood for fall!
The haunting of Esther Cox remains a mystery, to this day.
The haunting began in 1888 when Esther Cox lived in a house on Princess Street, with her married sister Olive, Olive’s husband Daniel and their two children as well as Esther’s brother and sister. The strange events began in August 1878, when Esther Cox was on a date with what turned out to be an unsavoury gentleman. She was sexually assaulted by the male ‘friend ‘ at gunpoint, which caused her to spiral into a deep emotional trauma response. It is after this horrible assault that the phenomenon began.
The haunting began with knockings, bangings and rustling in the night. Esther began to suffer seizures and her body would visibly swell and she experienced chills as well. Objects moved on their own in the house. Concerned for her well-being and struggling to find an explanation for the odd events, her family called a doctor. During the doctor’s visit, the bedclothes moved, scratching was heard and the words “Esther Cox, you are mine to kill” appeared on the wall by her bed. The following day, the doctor prescribed sedatives to Esther to calm her and help her sleep, but this did not stop the noises and objects flew around the house. They attempted to communicate with the rambunctious spirits and this led to tapped responses to their questions.
The haunting continued for many months and the family gained a reputation for having the most haunted house on the block. When people would visit the cottage, including those from the church, they heard banging, knocking and the movement of objects and this happened even when Esther was under close observation. In December, Esther fell ill from diptheria during which time haunting ceased while she was recovering for two weeks in bed. There was no haunting activity when she spent time at her sister’s home in New Brunsiwck either. When she returned to Amherst though, the mysterious events picked up right where they left off. In a horrifying turn, fires broke out in various spots around the house and Esther claimed to see the ghost which was threatening to burn down the home unless she stayed away.
In January 1879, perhaps to bring some desperately needed peace to the home, Esther Cox lived with another family, but the haunting still continued. Several people witnessed the manifestations, including conversing with the ghost and received rappings for answers. Some people felt sympathy and curiosity while others were more skeptical. Those that were skeptical believed that Esther was responsible for the odd occurrences and were hostile towards her. Poor Esther was pricked, slapped and scratched by the ghost and on one occasion, was even stabbed in the back with a knife.
The news spread far and wide about Esther Cox. In late March, she visited New Brunswick where she was visited by a few gentlemen with an interest in science. This is where Walter Hubbell enters the picture. He moved into the Teed cottage to study the phenomena more closely. Hubbell was an actor with an interest in psychic phenomena who happened to be in that area of Canada when the mystery began and he kept a diary of the events in the house. He later developed the diary entries into a book which was dismissed as a hoax by skeptical investigators.
Hubbell spent several weeks with Esther Cox and her family to study the phenomenon. While in her home he claimed to have witnessed objects moving on their own as well as fires and items manifesting from nowhere. He claimed to have witnessed this occurring even when Esther was in full view and not in a position to have caused these things. He and Esther embarked on a speaking tour to give an account of these events, but encountered a great deal of hostility and skepticism which put an end to the endeavor. Esther returned to Amherst in an attempt to have an everyday life. She worked for a man, but after his barn burned down, he accused her of causing the fire and she was found guilty and was sentenced to four months in prison. She spent only one month in jail, and when she returned home the activity had completely ceased as mysteriously as it had started. She married twice and had two sons. Esther moved to Massachusetts and lived there until her death in November 1912.
Hubbell’s book, titled “The Great Amherst Mystery: A True Narrative About the Supernatural”, about the occurrences at Esther Cox’s house was published and was successful with 55,000 copies of his book having been sold. However, there is no solid scientific evidence to suggest that the ghostly activity ever happened beyond Hubbell’s notes.
A local author, Lorri Neilsen Glenn, who lives in Nova Scotia, wrote a book about Esther Cox. The book, titled “Haunted Girl Esther Cox and the Great Amherst Mystery”, was published by Nimbus Publishing in April 2012. The book includes thirty photos of the locations in Amherst that are related to the house where Esther lived.
The town of Amherst now holds an annual festival, EstherFest, which began in 2017. EstherFest holds numerous activities for the public, including the Fifth Annual Scarecrow Stroll, a Ghost Hunt with Paranormal Phenomena Research and Investigation, a staged reading, and scary movies at Amherst Theatre. Additionally, there will be a ghost walk and a ghost hunt, as well as a youth dance and many other family activities. The festival takes place from October 18 to 30th.
The Great Amherst Mystery will always remain a mystery. We will never know for sure what really happened to Esther Cox and her family and sadly, the house that Esther and her family lived in no longer exists. The tale of Esther Cox in the Great Amherst mystery has inspired many podcasts, a town festival and books. She continues to inspire our minds and hearts today.
In the spirit of Samhain, a company called Horrified Candles has recently opened in Halifax. I am horror- thrilled! I can’t wait to have my own candle. They are launching their chilling line of horrifying candles on September 11th. I can’t wait and I joined their Facebook community.
The second season of Wednesday, our favorite crime busting goth girl with enviable black braids, is ready to be binge watched now. I am sure fans can’t wait to see what she gets up to in this season. I also can’t wait for more of Stranger Things!
The paranormal continues to fascinate me. I can’t help it that I am bitten big time by the paranormal everything bug. I live it, eat it, sleep and breathe it. I can’t wait to get my own place because I intend to decorate it in a way that shows I love Halloween – all year and that I love the paranormal. I will give it an earthy witchy vibe too, of course. I just have to scratch up some cash.
There are many books on the subject of the paranormal. I do prefer the books over the shows about the paranormal. Most of the shows are scripted. I bet the people who are interviewed are reading from a script. They discuss an odd paranormal event that happened but I have hard time believing it is true. It could be that they were visited by aliens, found crop circles or saw strange lights in their yard. I need to see it to believe it. That is why I prefer to read books on the topic.
At the same time, I don’t give these people who say they have had strange encounters or experiences. I mean, I had the strangest dream last night. I also have actually seen a shadow person, ghosts, orbs, fairy lights and actually felt physically touched by a ghost. (But guess what? I get the hardest time.) I don’t discount their claims too harshly. I just like to learn from people who are balanced and accepting and openminded, respectful and smart.
I have never seen the Mothman, aliens or wendigos. When I do and if i ever do encounter those creatures, if I am ever fortunate enough to, then I will believe and share my experience. I have the book Communion by Whitley Streiber. I do not know for certain if his encouners were real. I don’t know what would drive a person to write that stuff if they are not telling the truth. I do not want to be too judgmental. I don’t like it when other people are judgemental and so I would not be like that either. I watched Demon House a few times and I was unfazed. I watched Demon House on Amazon Prime. It must have been an updated version because for some reason, I was left terrified. I could not finish watching it. The show kept me awake at night. I do believe that house had a lot of negative energy in it. I do not know for 100% certain if it was possessed or inhabited by demons, but it sure did terrify me.
In terms of fiction and horror, of which I am a devout fan. I would argue that the best antagonists are not human., but supernatural. I am referring to villains such as Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean or the Ring Wraiths from LOTR. THey are far more interesting than a boring human villain trope that has been done to death. Those Ringwraiths scared me. Davy Jones scared me. But Davy Jones had a fear, which is interesting because he is presented as blackhearted, cruel, ruthless and fearless. He is the Devil of the seas. He dreaded being held accountable for all of his sins in the end. That makes a worthy villain, in my opinion. Even Ed Gein was viewed as a type of ghoul. He was human and committed all those atrocities, but everyone perceives him as a ghoul.
I love the two novels Something Wicked this Way Comes by Bradbury, Relics by Tim Lillburn and I am Legend by Matheson. They are writers after my own heart. That is just the type of fiction I love. It should be more than mundane. Stories need to bewitch readers, ensnare their hearts and make them cry and laugh with the heroes.
I highly recommend that you all read the novel Relics by Tim Lillburn btw. It is a most excellent novel.
Fall is here! The leaves are turning. My favourite time of year has arrived!
I finished the green nordic dress. The zipper is sewn in, the belt loops are done and the dress is hemmed. I did a zigzag stitch on the hem to keep the fabric from unraveling. I hung it on the dress form and added my belt. I draped the blue apron over the green dress. It looks great.
Dress with apron
Nordic Dress
I also sewed myself an adult Halloween trick or treat bag. I watched a video on youtube. The bag is reversible too. I am quite pleased with it. I plan to finish sewing the orange halloween skirt soon too. I sewed a pouch to go wtih the green dress. I love how it turned out. See photo below:
I harvested the mugwort this morning. The stalk is so leafy and beautiful. The mugwort will air dry and then I can store the mugwort for teas. Mugwort aids in enhancing psychic abilities. I want to go to the Five Fishermen Restaurant for the birthday of my book in October. I might enjoy mugwort tea beforehand.
Now is the time to reflect on the harvest. It’s time to harvest from the garden and to reflect on what we want to harvest in our lives. Fall is a time of abundance and the results of our hard work. I will harvest tomatoes and herbs from my garden. I have friends, a place to live and security. I’ve made mistakes and learned from them. This time, I was not rejected in cold blood for being human. That made the lessons that I have learned about myself more valuable. It’s not perfect or ideal and I am very happy. I will be even happier when I get my own place. I hope that is sooner rather than later.
Writing News: I’m rewriting my spider sequel novella, Born of Venom. Wicked Shadow Press published my eighth short story, Cries of Dead Children, in their anthology, Children of the Dead. I love to write for them and will continue to write stories for them.
Summer is almost over. The heatwave is still on. The next turn in the Wheel of the Year is Mabon. Mabon is the first of the three harvest Sababts. I’ve seen some autumn leaves already! Soon pumpkins will be displayed at our fave grocery stores and kids will be back in school. Fall is my favorite time of year.
I’m anxiously awaiting the arrival of a particular book: The Book of Oberon: A Sourcebook of Elizabethan Magic. I can’t wait to get my mitts on it. I ‘m also waiting for a Viking drinking horn to arrive. The waiting is the hardest part.
Wicked Shadow Press is publishing my eighth flash fiction story, The Cries of Dead Children, in their anthology Pocket Full of Posies. I am very happy and I look forward to reading the anthology. Reading what other authors have written really helps me with my own writing.
I read the amazing novel Relics by Tim Lebbon in three days. I just love that book. I don’t know why the book sat on my shelf unread for so long. It is the most amazing book ever. There is a reason why I read the books by other fellow horror authors. They truly do help me with my own writing. I break out of a rut/ shell. I would recommend Relics in a heartbeat. He is an author with a real imagination. Wow.
I plan to organize all the books tonight. I have a ton of books to organize. It’s a very good thing that I have a system. I really want my own apartment but it costs a fortune. IKEA will not come to pick up the pieces of the bed frame. I guess we are stuck with the assembly. Last time I ever order anything from them.
I’m sewing myself a Samhain skirt. I am using the Butterick pattern B6999. The skirt has three tiers and has a ton of gathering. The skirt is orange and has a print of black ravens. The first tier is orange broadcloth- solid colour, no print. The two tiers are made from the printed quilting fabric. I am also adding a lining made from voile. The waistband is elastic. I want to sew on black ribbon to the tiers as well. I hope it turns out well. I am making a modification though. The sewing pattern instructions say to do the gathering in one long seam. I hope that is the right word. The third lower tier is the hardest part. I have to do the gathers. I have already hemmed the tier. I sewed a narrow hem. The lower tier has five sections to gather. Now I plan to modify by sewing it in five individual sections. If I follow the original sewing instructions, I can’t get the long thread tails that I prefer. If I do the gathering basting stitch in the five sections the way I want to, then I can get the long thread tails. I will wrap the threads around the pins in figure eights and secure the gathers with clips. Then I can sew the lower tier to the upper tier and then finish the skirt this weekend.
I cut out the pattern pieces very carefully. I know my readers know that but I wonder how many people ever think about cutting out pattern pieces to get the line of the fabric. The garment is designed a certain way. Once you cut fabric, that’s it. The expression “measure twice, cut once”. exists for a reason. Since I cut the pattern pieces with care, I can easily determine the top part of the skirt pieces from the hem part of the skirt pieces. The fabric has a print too and I made sure the ravens were all facing up and not down or mismatched. I stitched with an even 5’8 inch seam allowance. That insures the skirt seams won’t unravel and that I will fit in it and the pieces lock together much better. I always press my seams, sometimes on the right and wrong sides of the fabric. Pressing seams on both sides ensures that the seam is pressed its very best. I like to make the seams lie flat, like very flat.
Of course, the orange halloween skirt will be worn all year-round. Ha ha just kidding, it will have to be worn in the fall. But then, I am a Halloween person.
I have a lot of leftover fabric. I may make a Halloween bag with it then use the bag to hold Samhain charms, candy or pendulums, tarot cards or runes! Cat treats. Who knows?
The best time of year is almost here. Fall vibes, autumnal breezes and the swish of a halloween skirt… bring it on!
Here is my first article for the Paranormal Daily News!!
Haunted Halifax Citadel – Canada’s Spookiest Ghost Tour
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Brief history of the Halifax Citadel
Halifax is a charming maritime city in Nova Scotia, Canada, brimming with spooky historical legends. Ghost stories are often laced with tragedy and nowhere is that more true than at the Halifax Citadel, and Halifax itself, where the dead roam amongst the living.
The Halifax Citadel is a national historic site. Four fortifications were constructed on Citadel Hill since the British founded the city in 1749 and are often referred to as Fort George. Only the third fort which was built between 1749 and 1800 was officially named Fort George, after King George III.
While Citadel Hill was never attacked, the Citadel is significant in its defence of the Halifax Harbour and the Royal Navy dockyard.
The British founded Halifax to act as a counterbalance to the French stronghold of Louisburg, which was returned to French control the previous year by the 1748 Treaty of Aix-la-Chapelle. Edward Cornwallis, the appointed governor, arrived on June 21, 1749 to settle Halifax. He traveled to Halifax and was followed by 13 transports that carried about two thousand settlers. Halifax was a strategic city during the next decade in the ongoing Anglo-French rivalry in the region. The British had recruited Protestant settlers from Europe and built fortifications to protect them from raids by the French, colonial Acadians and allies from the Wabanaki Confederacy (Mi’kmaq).
The infamous ‘Father Le Loutre’s War’ (1749-1755) began when Edward Cornwallis, the appointed governor, arrived on June 21, 1749 to settle Halifax. He was followed by 13 transports that carried about two thousand settlers.
The current star shaped Halifax Citadel fort was a massive masonry-construction designed to protect against a land or water-based attack from the United States. Completed in 1858, the star shape structure was purposely designed to give many lines of fire from the defenders. A few portions of the hill were built with tunnels, which could be provided with explosives and detonated from the forts. The British forces enhanced Fort George’s armaments by using heavier and more accurate long-range artillery. By the end of the 19th century, the role of the Halifax Citadel changed to a command center for other harbor defenses and to provide barrack accommodations.
During the Second World War, the role of Halifax Citadel was to provide temporary accommodations, signaling and a coordination point for the city’s aircraft defenses during the war. Today, Parks Canada operates the Citadel as the Halifax Citadel National Historic site of Canada. The fort has been restored to its appearance as it was in the Victorian Era.
For many years, a set of military gallows with a flogging post, stood in the centre of the CitadelHill parade grounds.
In 1935, Citadel Hill was designated a National Historic Landmark but showed signs of decay. Some Halifax downtown businesses suggested demolishing the fort and using the space for parking and development.
Restoration of the Halifax Citadel
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Thankfully, the historic Halifax Citadel was recognized for its worth. The historical significance and the tourism potential led to its preservation and gradual restoration. In 1956, the site had been partially restored and opened for business as a Halifax army museum. It was home for the Nova Scotia Museum and the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic.
Parks Canada fully restored the famous fort to its full grandeur in the 1990s. It was a common practice for the restoration workers to leave dated coins in the mortar or under replaced stone walls. The coins were a marker of what areas had been worked on and when.
Today, the site is still managed by Parks Canada. The Halifax Citadel is one of the most visited National Historic Sites in Atlantic Canada. The grounds of the Citadel are open to the public year round. From the spring to fall, living history programs feature animators portraying the 78th Highland Regiment, stationed in Halifax from 1869 to 1871, the 78th Highlanders Pipe Band, the Third Brigade of the Royal Artillery, and tradespeople. Halifax Citadel sees up to 200,000 visitors and tourists annually.
The Halifax Citadel Ghost Tour
One significant attraction the Citadel offers is a year-round daily ceremonial firing of the noon gun, a reminder of the fort’s role in the city’s defenses. The best attraction for me and many other people are the ghost tours offered by the staff at Halifax Citadel.
A costumed guide leads you through a 70-minute walk, weaving stories intended to keep you awake all night. Be prepared to be spooked. You meet the guide on the drawbridge at the main gate and are led by candlelight (spooky setting!) through tunnels and prison sites, and hear true tales of many unexplained events in their real locations.
Popular ghost stories
There are about forty documented sightings of ghosts at the Halifax Citadel. Here are some of the popular ghost stories associated with the Ghost Tour.
The Grey Lady: A spirit said to forever wander the grounds, mourning her lost love and bearing the scent of roses. She wanders the floors of the Cavalier building, wearing a 19th-century dress and is still seen to this day. A guard was stationed overlooking the second floor balcony, and saw a woman pass on the veranda beneath him and disappear around the corner. She is believed to be Miss Cassie Alan, and was engaged to a soldier stationed at the Citadel. But on her wedding day, when she waited at the altar on November 14, 1900, he never arrived.
The carriage driver arrived to pick up the groom only to discover that he had shot himself. He believed that was the only way to conceal his past. The driver went to the church to break the sad news to the bride. She became hysterical and found the truth too hard to accept. Her spirit still searches the grounds for him. Officer Edward, the groom who committed suicide, is said to haunt the area near his barracks.
The most vivid occurrence of the Grey Lady being spotted was when an employee had to sit in a certain chair to greet guests. When she arrived, he saw her and thought she was of the living. He rose from the chair to greet her but then she was gone. She was spotted a few more times always wearing the same dress and disappeared before he had the chance to talk to her.
Ghost lighting a pipe: Brunswick Street is across from Citadel Hill and boasts its own ghost story. According to a newspaper titled The Acadian Recorder dated December 16, 1867, a ghost who was an imposing height of about twelve to sixteen feet was spotted walking from Citadel Hill to Brunswick Street. He wore a British Army uniform and paused to lean over a lamp post to light his pipe. A local Halifax police officer chased the giant apparition who vanished into a Brunswick street window.
The Murdered Soldier: A murdered soldier tragically fell down a well, his remains discovered centuries later. In 1782, two young officers were patrolling the grounds when they came upon an unsavory character. The tall figure wore Tom hunting clothes and he was tall and gaunt. One of the officers recognized him as his brother. A while later, his worst fears were confirmed when a letter arrived – his brother had died in a hunting accident the exact same time he saw the spirit.
The Lady of the Ditch: A woman was found dead at the bottom of the ditch. Her remains were never identified. At 4am in the morning, a sentry observed that something had fallen into the ditch and was not moving. Upon closer observation, he realized it was a woman in a tattered grey dress who had fallen tragically to her death from the top of the wall with a slash across her throat. Now she haunts the Citadel and visitors have reported spotting her in the Cavalier Building
The Tale of the Missing One-armed Sergeant: There is a well on the northern side of the inner Citadel, behind a closed locked door in Casemate 18. The unfortunate sergeant went by the name of O’Reilly and his job was to guard the regimental flags in battle. That was a hard job. He was responsible for a young private named Billy and often gave him a hard time, believing it would teach him responsibility. That turned out to not be the case. A fire erupted at three in the morning at the North Barracks. The barracks were constructed from resinous pine lumber. No one noticed when the sergeant vanished but the fire consumed the entire building.
The next morning when the roll call was taken, Billy and O’Reilly were gone. In the winter of 1851, a soldier drew water from the well at Casement 18. To the soldier’s horror, a severed arm was found in the bucket from the well. The body of sergeant O’ Reilly was finally recovered. The water was putrefied. The rest of his body was brought up. He had been shot in the back by Billy, who deserted. To this day, his ghost is seen in the well standing at attention sometimes carrying his missing arm.
Halifax Citadel Tour Guide – Commons Wikimedia
Visitors and staff have noticed orbs of light passing through walls and doors, shadowy figures that vanish when approached and cold spots that set off motion detectors. The prison cells of the fort are very spooky. People have heard chains dragging across stone floors and whispers in the dark! The grim history of the Halifax Citadel is full of loss and bloodshed, never to be forgotten, where the dead refuse to remain ‘quiet’. It is no wonder the Citadel is so haunted.
The horrors of the First and Second World Wars are over but their tragedies and the battles live on at the Halifax Citadel. The ghost stories will live on in our imaginations and in our hearts. Future articles will delve into ghost stories from other areas of Halifax.
The next turn in the Wheel of the Year is Lughnasadh, which occurs on August 1. That is only a week away. It amazes me how fast time flies. Lughnasadh is a Celtic festival celebrating the harvest and the God Lugh. Lughnasadh is the first of the three harvest festivals besides Mabon and Samhain. It is one of the 8 Wiccan Sabbats during the Wheel of the Year.
Today we will take a look at the paranormal.
Making sense of the paranormal
Researchers from various disciplines are seeking not to debunk strange events, but rather to understand how people engage with them, and what this reveals about the human experience.
Diane Peters
Blinking orange lights cut across the night sky over Shag Harbour on October 4, 1967. Witnesses in the small Nova Scotia fishing village then saw what seemed to be an object crashing into the water. Fishermen and, later, authorities went out into the Atlantic to seek survivors. They saw some yellow foam bubbling on the water’s surface but no wreckage.
Newspapers reported on this strange sighting, the government investigated, and soon enough the incident was nearly forgotten. Then, around the time of the new millennium, a few books and documentaries started to come out about “Canada’s Roswell” (a reference to an incident in Roswell, New Mexico in 1947 that conspiracy theorists believed was a UFO cover-up). Now, the legacy fuels a mini-economy: the town has the Shag Harbour Incident Interpretive Centre and holds an annual festival that draws UFO enthusiasts to revisit the strange story, and to talk of aliens and government complicity.
This is more than just a quirky moment in Canadian history, but a rich vein of human experience that Noah Morritt, a PhD candidate in folklore at Memorial University, is mining for his thesis. He’s looking at Cold War politics, the evolution of the UFO legacy and the impact on locals, particularly devout Baptists. “It reveals the importance of tradition in community, and how we make sense of the world around us,” says Mr. Morritt.
He joins a growing but still relatively small group of researchers examining how people interact with the paranormal – UFOs, alien abductions, crop circles – things “beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” according to the Oxford English Dictionary. These researchers are not, in the main, out to prove or debunk the existence of such incidents, but rather are trying to understand what people do when they encounter something that they don’t … understand.
Sounds flaky, right? For “serious” academics, this might even be viewed as outside the bounds of legitimate inquiry. That would be a shame, says Paul Kingsbury, a professor in the department of geography at Simon Fraser University. Writing for The Conversation Canada, he notes: “enduring skepticism in the social sciences about the legitimacy of the claims about paranormal phenomena and experiences has resulted in a lack of critical studies on how people are actually engaging with the paranormal.”
These researchers contend that thinking differently about, and not judging, paranormal claims can yield important insights. “Can we discount an experience because it’s out of the ordinary and strange? I don’t think we can. We need to ask hard and critical questions about it,” says Mr. Morritt.
Those critical questions reveal pivotal issues around community, belief, tradition and knowledge. Ignoring the odd and unexplained has kept us from understanding some of the basics of the human experience, he says.
The start of serious academic work on the paranormal dates back to 19th-century Europe and the founding of the Society for Psychical Research in London in 1882. This group researched hypnotism, apparitions, spirit photography and seances, and was run by highly respected minds – Henry Sidgwick, who held the coveted title of Knightbridge Professor of Moral Philosophy at the University of Cambridge, was its first president.
“For a time, it was possible to be interested in both serious research and the fantastical, and document it in the same, professional ways,” says Christopher Keep, an associate professor of English at Western University. Of interest, says Dr. Keep, is that these “remarkable scientific efforts to study paranormal phenomenon were driven not so much by scientists but humanists.” Members of the Society for Psychical Research conducted both lab and field studies, coined the term “telepathy,” developed the first algorithm for determining the probability of a phenomenon happening by random occurrence and set early standards for collecting first-hand reports.
The American Society for Psychical Research, based in New York, was founded in 1885. In Canada, starting in the 1920s, Winnipeg physician Thomas Glendenning Hamilton observed Ouija boards and seances in a lab in his home. Dr. Hamilton, who was highly respected and served in the provincial legislature, gave frequent lectures on his privately funded research.
At the time, south of the border, this was a university-approved line of inquiry. “Ivy League schools were very interested in this topic,” says Beth Robertson, an instructor in the department of history at Carleton University. In the 1930s, Joseph Banks Rhine of Duke University founded the field of parapsychology, the study of paranormal and psychic phenomenon, championing scientific methods and making it clear the humanities should focus elsewhere. “You can blame or credit Dr. Rhine for that break” between the disciplines, says Dr. Robertson.
Universities got in and out of the business of seeking proof of paranormal phenomenon over the next few decades. A group at the University of Colorado, for instance, was funded by the U.S. Air Force to study UFO phenomena from 1966 to 1968 under the direction of physicist Edward Condon. (Between the 1940s until 1969, the Air Force documented 12,618 sightings through its Project Blue Book, classifying 701 as truly “unidentified.”)
But, by the mid-20th century, seeking proof of paranormal phenomena ran out of academic steam and lost credibility. Researchers were unable to replicate Dr. Rhine’s work on extrasensory perception, which many concluded was flawed. Today, both the U.S. and U.K. psychical societies are run as private organizations with no university affiliation. Parapsychology endures as a small, fringe field with a handful of mainly U.S.- and U.K.-based labs. Amateur sleuths took over tracking UFOs, sasquatches and ghosts.
Medium Eva C. during a seance, circa 1912, with Albert Schrenck-Notzing, a German psychical researcher.
That was how the field remained – until recently, when academics began to revisit the paranormal, but in a new way. They stopped asking what was real and instead mined beliefs, stories and experiences for their deeper revelations. While anthropology, folklore, religion and literary scholars have long dabbled in ghosts and magic, now it’s downright fashionable in these disciplines – and historians, geographers and others are joining in.
Christopher Laursen, who completed his PhD in history at the University of British Columbia in 2016 and is now a historian of religions, science and nature at the University of North Carolina Wilmington, counted 25 monographs with a historical or wider humanities angle between 1968 and 2000. That doubled to 50 between 2000 and 2014. He suspects there have been many more since, and his scan didn’t include book chapters.
Dr. Laursen did his thesis on poltergeists and lectures on the supernatural in the modern world. The supernatural “says a lot about who we are,” he writes on his website. “It reveals ‘grey areas’ where religion and science, culture and consciousness intermingle.”
In 2017, Trent University’s Laura Thursby and Matthew Hayes hosted “UFOs, Aliens, and the Academy: An Interdisciplinary Conference.” Mr. Hayes, who is doing his PhD in Canadian studies, met Ms. Thursby, a graduate student in cultural studies, by chance. The two organized the conference “to find out who was doing this work,” says Mr. Hayes. Numerous researchers showed an interest in presenting at the conference, most of them emerging scholars like themselves.
This revival connects to social factors, says Dr. Kingsbury at SFU. “Researchers are driven by popular culture,” he says. The decline in organized religion has led to what he calls the “re-enchantment of the West” in things such as yoga, Buddhism, crystals and New-Age spiritualism. Pop culture – think Harry Potter, Outlander, Game of Thrones – abounds with fantasy. And in some parts of the world, new unorthodox forms of religion are gaining converts.
“More and more, people seem to find that they require a more spiritual understanding of the world and our place in it,” says Kathryn Denning, an associate professor in the department of anthropology at York University, who writes about the ethics of the search for extraterrestrial intelligence. Yet, she says, there are contradictions: we applaud an Eat Pray Love-type spiritual quest, but deeply mistrust anyone who reports being haunted or abducted. Interesting dichotomies that, again, offer ample fodder for research.
Dr. Keep at Western writes about the late 19th century and the connection between emerging technology and the rise of psychical research. “The typewriter and the telegraph seemed to draw a connection between being able to communicate with spirits across distances. They started thinking that the world is not reducible to pure material understanding,” he says of many Victorians. Seances were the rage and literature embraced gothic tropes such as vampires and werewolves (Bram Stoker’s Dracula was published in 1897).
Dr. Robertson of Carleton notes that certain paranormal factors go in and out of fashion. “At one point, people thought ectoplasm was important,” she says. Some of her work has focused on the 1920s and ’30s, and how high-profile mediums – most of whom were women – were key to paranormal research, yet got little credit for their contributions.
Mr. Hayes, meanwhile, has been combing Library and Archives Canada in Ottawa to see how the Canadian government coped with the approximately 3,500 to 4,000 UFO sightings recorded from the 1950s to the 1990s. “One of the main conclusions I’ve drawn is that UFOs are basically a problem for the Canadian government that they don’t want to have,” he says. “They record it, they type it, they file it away, they forget about it. They never have any other conclusion than this is nonsense.” Their utter dismissal of it all likely fueled conspiracy theories.
Since the unknown happens “out there,” today’s researchers are again engaging more in field studies. Dr. Kingsbury is nearing completion of a four year study funded by a Social Sciences and Humanities Research Council Insight Grant to observe paranormal investigators. He’s gone on a dozen ghost investigations, attended numerous UFO and sasquatch conferences, and driven around rural England to visit crop circles. He’s looking broadly at who gets involved, what motivates them and how they share their data.
Many conference participants, he’s found, focus on one research object – often a “negative object,” like a ghost. He sees things like the plaster casts of large footprints as “the perfect object of desire – it’s just out of reach.”
The crash site at Roswell.
But these groups defy easy generalizations: the haunted and abducted suffer judgment at home and attend conferences to therapeutically share stories, while other attendees are cynics keen to debunk the evidence they see. Some UFO sightings can be contradicted by official reports (the UFO sighting at Roswell, for instance, was later claimed by the Air Force to be a surveillance balloon). Those who confess to creating crop circles, when asked deeper questions, are revealed to be lying.
Ms. Thursby’s fieldwork at the UFO Festival held annually in Roswell, combined with her theoretical and historical research, has led her to draw parallels between the country’s Puritan history, the Salem witch trials, the rise of radio and today’s UFO followers. “They share the conspiracy theory version of the story, and that story is a better story than the official version,” says Ms. Thursby. She sees how generations of mistrust manifest in the conference’s unofficial motto: “Do your own research.” She connects the fear of extraterrestrial aliens and illegal aliens (jokey but clearly racist T-shirts sold at the festival show Mexican faces and the word “alien”), and today’s rise of fake news.
Across fields, academics writing on these topics must constantly prove their legitimacy. When Ms. Thursby and Mr. Hayes were organizing their conference at Trent, some professors voiced their concern on how this might reflect on the department. “They didn’t take too kindly to the idea. They thought we were trying to run a UFO alien convention and bring a bunch of crackpots to Trent,” says Mr. Hayes. When Ms. Thursby attended an academic conference in Europe and spoke about UFO enthusiasts, audience members seemed offended that she didn’t consider them psychologically unbalanced.
These scholars often find that their work collides with others’ beliefs and triggers assumptions about their own. “People always ask me, ‘Do you believe in ghosts?’” says Dr. Kingsbury. “To me, the question is more about desire.” Mr. Morritt at Memorial considers being in a place of not really knowing “a fun place to be” – a stance he’s constantly having to explain. Dr. Kingsbury is testing academic boundaries by doing a co-presentation with a non-academic researcher at a lay UFO conference. He finds the structure of these events deeply familiar, with their breakout sessions and keynote addresses, just like at regular academic gatherings. Many of these amateur researchers follow careful research protocols that their peers then critique.
“What we think of as real science and paranormal science, they both stem from the same thing: the drive to know the world,” says Dr. Robertson at Carleton. By ignoring the work of these amateur investigators, she says, the academic community may risk missing out on key information.
Mr. Morritt agrees. “They’re moving ahead with things – in many ways, we haven’t kept pace with what they’re doing.” There is still much to be gleaned from the complex interplay between the unknown and the lived human experience, he says. “As a field, it’s enormous.”
But, UFOs are real!
Retired associate professor of psychology Don Donderi researched visual perception and memory at McGill University and, starting in the 1960s, assessed the veracity of UFO sightings and alien abduction reports, publishing three peer reviewed papers on the subject. In his book, UFOs, ETs and Alien Abductions, which came out in 2013, he concludes that aliens have visited us and were involved in abductions, putting him at odds with most other academics. He believes a sort of cognitive dissonance has kept his work from being accepted more widely, particularly in academia. “People defend themselves against uncomfortable things,” he says, noting that lay people are more open to his ideas. “The academic world is very conservative in that way,” he says.
I believe that we are not the only living beings in the Universe. I have never seen an alien and when I do, I will believe that they exist. I do believe that something is out there, I am just not sure what. There have been a lot of stories lately that suggest that aliens exist. I don’t believe that Bigfoot or the Sasquatch exist. But I am willing to believe that the Mothman exists. I am not sure why I feel that way about it but I do. Seeing is believing though, and I do believe that.
What do you believe, dear readers? By the way, I am excited to mention that this is the 990th blog post to date. I am nearing 1000 blog posts. When that happens, it is party time! Yes you are all invited. You helped to make this happen.
I can’t recall if I have posted this before so bear with me.
I am proud to have completed the Crystal Lake Publishing’s Author’s Journey novella writing workshop! I did write the 30k. I thought I could not do it but I learned something new about myself. I can do it and I have to trust in myself more. The story needs a severe edit, of course.
I have been working hard on my green Viking dress. I will post more about that when it is finished! It will look great. I hope the green ribbon I ordered from Etsy arrives in the mail soon. I want to use that for a belt. I also bought dark green fabric which I want to use to make a belt but braid the fabric first. I am almost done. I added a lovely Celtic jacquard trim to the sleeves and the neckline. The trim enhances the dress and matches the green linen too. The linen is from Latvia so I will not waste it.
I have to sew the dress bodice to the skirt. I want to fix the puckered sleeve cap and then sew in the zipper then I have to hem the skirt. I want to add a band of fabric to the hem. I just have to decide what I will add. I wish I could buy a dark green that matches the color of the linen. Then after finishing the dress, I want to add accessories besides the belts. I want to add a small black or brown leather bag to hold witchy items like tarot cards or an athame (!), maybe a drinking horn or brooches and beads. I have a blue Celtic apron dress. The nordic word for the apron dress is s m o k k r. I hate autocorrect. I have posted more information on it.
The Nordic word often used for the Viking apron dress is “smokkr“. While other terms like “hangerock” or “trägerrock” have also been used, “smokkr” is believed to be the closest to the original Old Norse term for this garment, according to historical research.
Here’s a bit more detail:
Smokkr:
This Old Norse word is thought to refer to the garment worn by Viking women, held up by tortoise brooches, and often translated as “smock” or “apron dress”.
Hangerock:
This term, sometimes spelled “hangerok” or “hängerock”, was introduced by a German archaeologist and is not a Viking-age term. It can be misleading as it is also used for dungarees or overalls in German.
Trägerrock:
Similar to “hangerock”, this German term is also not an original Viking-age word.
Apron dress:
This is the English term commonly used to describe the garment, and it accurately reflects the style of the dress, which often features straps or brooches at the shoulders and an apron-like front and back.
Terminology: The So-Called ‘Viking’ Apron Dress
Jan 19, 2012 — Ewing believes that “smokkr” does not mean “smock”, as the word has usually been translated into English
Here is a photo of the Viking dress so far!
Viking Dress
I used a paper pattern I downloaded from Etsy. That was my first time using a downloaded pattern. It was hell to figure out how to put the pattern pieces together and then it was another headache to figure out how to cut the pattern. Mercifully, I had help. I wish the skirt had a center back seam but it does not. The bodice has a high waist. I have to make an adjustment for that. I am glad that I own a dress form. That makes sewing much easier. I will add belt lopps on the sides of the dress to hold the belt trim and the braided belt. I can’t wait to see how this will look. I promise to post photos when it is done.
It was another real headache to adjust the pattern of the bodice to fit me. I could not afford to waste the fabric since I bought it from Etsy. I had to cut out the pattern of the bodice three times before it fit me correctly. I have saved the leftover fabric material. I tried adding a brooch to the center neckline of the bodice but when I tried the dress on, the fabric was too tight. I want to buy the brooches .
The skirt of the dress is gathered to fit the waist. I needed to figure out how much fabric would be gathered in. This pattern is a real headache but I just know it will look beautiful. I think it looks great with my blue apron dress.
I am so proud that my book was included in the BookTok indie author awards. I do not know how they found my book but I am proud of that. I hope I win. That would be great. I also entered my story in the Writers Digest annual self-published book awards. There will be tough competition, but nothing I can’t handle. I hope I win that too.
I am settling in at my Mom’s apartment. It is a challenge living with someone else after I have lived alone for years. It has its challenges. My cat Penny is happy here. She is in heaven- she loves to be on the deck.
I want my own space so badly. We shall see. I hope that happens sooner rather than later. I miss having my own independence. Ok oh wow there is a nice review of my book The Cult of the Spider People: Bone Chillers #1. That makes me so happy – that someone enjoyed it. That is why I write. I am very proud of that too.
I have joined the Paranormal Daily Review. I will write something for them. I want to start with the Halifax Explosion. It is nice to have some positives after the rough time I went through.
They have a podcast too, Deadly Departed. The paranormal is my life.
Update on the green Viking dress:
I fixed the second sleeve and sewed the sleeve to the dress.
I have purchased two gold brooches for tha blue apron dress. They look beautiful and have a dragon theme. I have finished the gold and green trim on the green dress. I had a big problem with the center back seam of the green dress. I had added more fabric to the dress because I thought that would help me fit in the dress better. I was wrong. The center back seam was off and needed to be corrected. I thought I needed more fabric vertically in the back of the dress. All the extra fabric is now removed from the dress. The bodice now meets the lower gathered skirt section evenly. It turns out I did not need extra fabric. The back of the dress is aligned correctly and the center back seam is now being sewn. The edges of the center back seam were also woefully uneven which is now corrected. I can’t wait to sew on the belt loops I made. I sewed a belt. The belt is composed of a rectangular section of fabric. On that, I braided two to three strips of fabric and adhered it to the rectangle section. Then I sewed the green trim to each end of the main belt section. I have measured the trims and they are even in length. I can’t wait to get to hem the skirt. I am so close to finished!
Today’s post is about my moving experience. It has been a real nightmare. I have learned and survived much on my journey from Crown Drive.
I just wanted to move out. That was easier said than done. I wish I had foreseen everything that would transpire, but no, I did not have a clue of what I was going to endure.
The day the ants crawled across the kitchen cupboard and sink was the straw that broke my back. I grabbed a few personal items, keys, Penny and her food and some clothes. I left. I decided I needed to move. The mold was making me sick and I was stressed out. I left Penny at my Mom’s once we agreed that I could move in to her home. I returned with more of my belongings. I know in hindsight that I should have found another apartment first but the rent is so high, I cannot afford it.
We both made about fifty trips from Mom’s house to mine to pack and sort through my belongings. I collected boxes from the grocery and liquor stores and dragged them to my Mom’s. Then we took the boxes to my old place on Crown Drive once we had enough. I lived there for fourteen years and I had collected a lot of stuff.
I made a few trips on my own to my apartment to remove the books from the shelves and organize on my bed or the floor. All this time, I never turned on the taps to not have to see more ants crawling everywhere. Now I hate bugs. I had to sort through a ton of glass jars and my herbs and what I wanted to keep and what I did not want to keep. During my time in my apartment, I wore a mask because the mold was so bad I could not even breathe the air. I could only stand to be there for two hours before it was too much for me. It started to feel weird to be there because I was packing everything up.
Finally though, we managed to get everything packed. I was heartbroken that I had to sacrifice my lovely herb garden. I tossed out the herb jars I could not keep. Then I had to participate in a three-week work program at Reachability. We managed to find a moving van who could help us move. We had to sort out the details of how we would manage to afford it all. I had to be at Reachablity the morning of the move. I gave my Mom the key and she assisted with the move. Then my Mom, my brother and I had a nasty fight. I was forced to leave which was totally unfair.
I stayed with Derrick. I had to go somewhere. Again, I wish I had foreseen how that would go. I moved a lot of stuff into his apartment. I wish I never had. Now he is so mean to me. At first, everything was fine. We had already known each other for a year. I was so upset that day. I brought Penny with me and I stayed with him. He is like every bad horror movie villain or enemy you could ever imagine in a story or a movie. He has some quirks that drive me crazy but I tried to endure it.
I visited my garden after I moved. That was a huge mistake. My landlord gave me the damage deposit and the rent check since I had moved out. My Mom was reimbursed the $200 for the moving van. My landlord took two seconds to drive me to my Mom’s house to get the apartment key from me. It was scary how fast he showed up. He wanted me gone so he could do the renovations. Jerk. The stove, fridge and the heaters were out in my garden, crushing the plants. I was so heartbroken that I bawled my eyes out. I returned some time later and everything was still there. There is nothing that I can say now. I do not live there anymore.
Derrick and I did not always perfectly get along with each other. We disagreed on many things. But I was there so I tried my best to get along. I often do try to get along with people though I am yet to see any credit for that. I suffered a hangover or two, and really tried to keep his place clean. I hate that processed food that he eats. He loves it. I prefer to eat organic food if I can. I brought too much stuff over to his place. Penny became stressed there. Derrick was angry if she had an accident in his apartment but he did not like the litterbox being in his apartment. Well then what does he expect? She is a cat and used to a litterbox being indoors. All this time I am wishing I had my own place. I was still quite hurt and traumatized from the fight with my family. I had bruises on my body too but they denied it. I was so upset and still am.
Derrick is not a clean person. He keeps spoiled food in his fridge. He does not wash his hands properly and he is not a cat person. He is not into horror movies. When I returned again to Crown Drive to get some fresh herbs, I stopped by my old garden. The stove, fridge and other stuff from the kitchen was still there on my garden. I unwittingly came into contact with a plant I was unfamiliar with: greater celandine. That plant gave me a nasty rash. I felt like I had just joined a leper colony.
I waited a few hours for the walk in clinic. I was turned away. I then went to the emergency room at the hospital. I was given a powerful prescription and I took oatmeal baths and moisturized my skin frequently. Once I had recovered from that rash, I felt better. But that was to be shortlived.
I threw out a lot of ancient moldy food. I should have asked him first but I was really doing him a favor. The food was too old to keep in the fridge. Now remember how traumatized I am from everything else I endured? Life heaped more pain on me. Derrick approached me that night and scared the shits out of me. He was full of unbridled, unchecked rage. I was so scared and I was forced to stay there.
He stomped through his apartment, only leaving to eat and never once acknowledging me. Not once saying a word. He kept the lights off in the front hall, forcing Penny to eat in the dark. I felt like I had to right to my own belongings. It is unreal. Penny got so stressed out from his temper and the way he behaved. He slammed the doors and stomped through the house. I had to sleep alone and was made to feel like I had to tiptoe around the apartment. That did it. I have made up my mind that I never want to live with a man again. Ever. Never again. Seriously, the yogrut was expired since last April 2024. That is so disgusting.
The linens on the bed he claimed for himself were mine. I may as well leave him with the toilet paper I spent my money on. I am taking everything else that is mine. I claimed the linens, the shot glasses, the dish cloth and dish towels. I have to wash them tomorrow. Ha! That felt good to do because he is so mean. There is no need for him to be like that. I paid for them, they are mine. Let him sulk. Ha!
On top of all that, I suffered food poisoning. He is so mean he lets me in his apartment when he is not home so he can avoid me. I know the other tenants are nice that live in the building. The other day he was not like that. I mean I did him a favor when I tossed out the expired food. When he said I had no right to do that (well it’s not my fridge), I was doing him a favor. I have decided he is a mister cuckoo pants. A special type of crazy. In fact they have to invent a new term to define his special limited time offered style of crazy. Yogurt from last April 2024? Wow he is trying real hard to kill himself. The chicken tasted off. I should not have eaten it. His kitchen stank like rotting flesh. That was enough for me. I cannot save this guy. He can’t even do that himself because he does not want to. He made it clear he wants nothing to do with me. That is more than fine by me. I took the aftershave lotion that I made him that he never used, my linens, the shot glasses. I will never be persuaded again in my life.
I just wish I had not left my nice belongings there. I trusted him and thought it would be okay. That turned out to not be the case. He is mean – and crazy. I do not know many people who keep yogurt in their fridge for over a year. I am horrified. There is something wrong with him. I was once told by a wise friend that you should never try to reason with someone that can’t be reasoned with. Yes this seems to be the case.
I hope I can find an apartment soon, sooner rather than later. I want my own space again. I had it once. But now the rent is sky high. I don’t know what the future holds for me. I hope the worst is over. It would be nice if I could have a garden again. My plants that were in my garden are now settled in my Mom’s garden. This concludes (hopefully) my journey of moving. I hope things get better from here.
Is the summer heat too much for you? Well grab yourself a mint mojito mocktail and chill in the shade or hole up in your flat from the heat. Here is a story sure to bring some relief from the heat. It may even give you nightmares.
I have no idea what possesses a man to venture out to sea. The oceans are perilous, especially in the Antarctic. Let’s settle down for this spooky tale.
Ghosts of the Frozen Frontier: Paranormal Tales from Antarctica
Picture Antarctica’s stark, desolate beauty—an endless expanse of ice and snow that feels almost alien. Now, envision that same frozen wilderness haunted by the whispers of the past—ghostly apparitions, eerie noises, and unexplained phenomena. This icy continent, often regarded as the final frontier of human exploration, serves as the backdrop for some of the most chilling paranormal tales. Despite its inhospitable conditions, Antarctica boasts a rich history teeming with stories of tragic expeditions and mysterious events that continue to captivate our imagination. This article explores the paranormal phenomena associated with Antarctica, delving into ghostly encounters, eerie lights, and strange occurrences that render this remote land one of the most haunted places on Earth.
Two Adelie penguins on an iceberg in rough sea off the coast of Antarctica in 2013 – Christopher Michel – Creative Commons
The Extreme Environment as a Catalyst
Antarctica is the coldest, driest, windiest, and highest continent in the world, creating an environment that is as harsh as it is isolating. The extreme conditions can have profound psychological effects on those who brave its icy expanse. Prolonged isolation, relentless cold, and the monotony of a white, featureless landscape can lead to sensory deprivation, causing vivid hallucinations and intense paranoia, as reported by many Antarctic explorers over the years. These psychological stresses might contribute to the reports of paranormal experiences, as the mind struggles to make sense of its surroundings.
Historical Context
The history of Antarctic exploration is marked by incredible bravery and tragic losses. Early explorers, like Robert Falcon Scott and Ernest Shackleton, faced unimaginable hardships in their quests to conquer the South Pole. Scott’s ill-fated Terra Nova Expedition in 1911 ended in tragedy, with Scott and his men perishing in the brutal cold. In his final diary entry, Scott wrote, “We shall stick it out to the end, but we are getting weaker, of course, and the end cannot be far.” Shackleton’s Endurance Expedition faced its own trials, with the crew stranded on the ice for months. These historical events, steeped in human suffering and perseverance, create a fertile ground for supernatural beliefs and ghostly legends.
Scientific Explanations
While the tales of ghosts and paranormal activity in Antarctica are compelling, there are scientific explanations for some of these phenomena. Hallucinations caused by extreme isolation, sleep deprivation, and the harsh environment are well-documented. Geomagnetic anomalies, which are more pronounced at the poles, can also affect electronic equipment and human perception, leading to unexplained occurrences. A balanced approach considers both the allure of the supernatural and the rational explanations that science provides.
Scott’s party at the South Pole – Wikipedia Public Domain. Henry Bowers (1883–1912) – Huxley, Leonard (ed) (1913) “The Return from the Pole” in Scott’s Last Expedition, Volume 1, New York, United States.
Robert Falcon Scott’s Pole party of his ill-fated expedition, from left to right at the Pole: Oates (standing), Bowers (sitting), Scott (standing in front of Union Jack flag on pole), Wilson (sitting), Evans (standing). Bowers took this photograph, using a piece of string to operate the camera shutter.
Paranormal Encounters
The Spirits of Ross Island
Ross Island is a site of numerous ghostly encounters. In 1979, a tragic plane crash claimed the lives of 257 people when an Air New Zealand flight struck Mount Erebus. Visitors to McMurdo Station on Ross Island often report a creeping sense of unease, hearing disembodied voices whispering in the wind, and seeing footprints materialise in the snow with no visible source, as if an invisible presence is walking beside them. The spirits of the crash victims are believed to wander the island, their presence felt by those who venture near the crash site.
Robert Scott’s Hut
Robert Scott’s Hut at Cape Evans is another hotspot for paranormal activity. Built in 1911 for the Terra Nova Expedition, the hut remains a poignant symbol of the explorers’ struggle. Visitors often describe an overwhelming sense of discomfort upon entering the hut. Disembodied voices and unexplained footsteps are commonly reported, as if the ghosts of Scott and his men still linger, replaying the final days of their doomed expedition. The nearby memorial crosses, erected for the deceased members of Shackleton’s Ross Sea Party, further enhance the hut’s eerie atmosphere.
Deception Island
Deception Island, with its abandoned whaling station and wartime history, is a place steeped in eerie tales. The island’s remote location and treacherous waters make it accessible only to the most determined travellers. Visitors report a sense of being watched, hearing ghostly voices, and seeing shadowy figures. The island’s history as a whaling station is underscored by the bones scattered along its shores, remnants of a bygone era that seem to whisper of past tragedies.
Wordie House
Wordie House, a former British research station, is infamous for its poltergeist activity. Researchers have documented objects moving on their own and doors slamming shut without explanation. The site’s dark, foreboding presence has led many to believe it is haunted by the spirits of those who once worked there, adding another layer of mystery to Antarctica’s haunted lore.
The Ghost Ship Jenny
The legend of the ghost ship Jenny, found frozen in ice with its crew perfectly preserved, is one of the most chilling tales from Antarctic waters. Discovered in 1840, the Jenny had been trapped in ice since 1823. The sight of the frozen crew, eerily preserved in their final moments, continues to haunt seafarers and adventurers who traverse these treacherous waters.
Blood Falls
Blood Falls, a glacier that seeps iron oxide-rich water resembling blood, is both a natural wonder and a source of eerie tales. While scientists have explained the phenomenon, its striking appearance adds to the haunting atmosphere of Antarctica. The sight of blood-red water against the pristine white ice evokes images of ancient, unsolved mysteries.
The Ghost of Lenin
At the Antarctic Pole of Inaccessibility stands a bust of Vladimir Lenin, a remnant of Soviet exploration. Some explorers claim to have seen Lenin’s ghost hauntingthis abandoned site. The surreal image of Lenin’s bust amidst the icy wasteland, coupled with reports of spectral sightings, adds a unique twist to the continent’s ghost stories.
The Ningen
The Ningen, humanoid cryptids said to inhabit the Southern Ocean, emerged from Japanese online forums and have since become part of Antarctic folklore. Described as massive, human-like creatures, sightings of the Ningen add an element of cryptid mystery to the continent’s supernatural lore. Some claim to have seen these beings on Google Earth, fuelling speculation and intrigue.
Third Man Factor
The “Third Man Factor” is a phenomenon where explorers report sensing an unseen presence providing guidance and companionship during moments of extreme duress. This phenomenon, experienced by figures like Shackleton, suggests a spiritual dimension to the harsh environment of Antarctica. Whether a psychological coping mechanism or a genuine supernatural presence, it offers comfort and mystery to those facing the continent’s challenges.
Shackleton’s Hut
Shackleton’s Hut on Ross Island is believed to be haunted by Sir Ernest Shackleton himself. Sir Edmund Hillary, who claimed to have seen Shackleton’s ghost, was inspired to preserve the hut. This site remains a testament to Shackleton’s enduring spirit and the supernatural tales that surround it.
Shackleton expedition – A night picture of the Endurance with ice in foreground during Shackleton’s Imperial Trans-Antarctic Expedition, June 1915 . Wikimedia Commons.
Theories and Explanations
Paranormal Perspectives
Various paranormal theories attempt to explain the strange phenomena reported in Antarctica. Some believe that the spirits of explorers and victims of tragic accidents are bound to the icy landscape, unable to move on. This idea mirrors legends from other remote, desolate areas such as the Arctic and certain desert regions, where extreme conditions are believed to thin the veil between worlds. Others suggest that the extreme environment acts as a conduit for otherworldly entities or dimensional shifts, allowing glimpses into parallel worlds.
Sceptical Viewpoints
Sceptics argue that many of these paranormal experiences can be explained by the psychological and physical effects of Antarctica’s harsh conditions. Hallucinations, sleep deprivation, and the power of suggestion can all contribute to the perception of supernatural events. Geomagnetic anomalies, which are more pronounced at the poles, can also interfere with human perception and electronic equipment, creating illusions of ghostly activity.
Open-Ended Conclusion
Despite numerous theories and explanations, the paranormal phenomena of Antarctica remain largely unexplained. The continent’s remote and inhospitable nature ensures that many mysteries endure, inviting further investigation and speculation.
Conclusion
Antarctica, with its stark beauty and brutal environment, is a land of both scientific wonder and eerie legends. The stories of ghostly encounters, haunted huts, and spectral ships add a haunting dimension to this frozen frontier. Whether one believes in the supernatural or prefers scientific explanations, the tales from Antarctica captivate the imagination and underscore the human desire to find meaning in the unknown.
As we continue to explore this enigmatic continent, who knows what other mysteries and ghostly tales await discovery? The haunting stories of Antarctica invite us to ponder the line between reality and the supernatural, encouraging us to keep an open mind and a watchful eye.
Elephant Island party. This ice-covered, mountainous island is located off the coast of Antarctica in the outer reaches of the South Shetland Islands, in the Southern Ocean. – Wikimedia Commons
References
Tedesco, Lianna. “Haunted Arctic: These Stories Are Why It’s Considered The Most Haunted Place On The Planet.” TheTravel, 30 Mar. 2021.
“Ghosts of Antarctica.” Phoenix Paranormal SA, 23 May 2022.
“Antarctic Ghosts: Spirits in the Ice.” Paranormal Explorers, 15 Jan. 2023.
We must be in the grips of a major heatwave. It is so hot out. We could fry eggs on the pavement. I celebrated the Summer Solstice with my man and my cauldron. The photo above shows where we went to have the bonfire. It is a beautiful spot, that’s for sure.
WE bought my large, large cauldron and fire starters, paper, etc. Basically what we would need to start a fire in the cauldron. It is illegal to do so so that is why we were so out of the way. The mosquitoes were hungry and herons flew over the water. We began the bonfire right away. I brought a jar of mugwort, a few cinnamon sticks, rose petals, juniper and sage. I tossed the herbs into the fire. It was so cool.
There truly is something magical about a bonfire in a large cauldron on the night of the Solstice. The herbs I selected specifically for the ritual burned in the cauldron. The flames danced out of the cauldron and I loved the sounds of the flames crackling in the cauldron, the smoke rising. It was all just so magical and earthy and made me feel like I stepped into another time for a while.
The waves washed over the shore. I dipped my toes in. That is mandatory, it’s summer. The sunset was breathtaking. We sat down on lawn chairs and enjoyed the peace and quiet and shared some beers and talked. I relaxed and totally enjoyed myself. The fire did not take long to expire. I added more paper to encourage the flames.
The tricky part was not in getting caught but in how to cool the cauldron down. We tipped the ashes out. I had to leave it behind which caused me a great deal of anxiety, but the cauldron is safe. ALl in all, it was a great summer solstice ritual at the beach. I hope you all had a magical Midsummer eve too. I had no wings or crown, but I have a backup set of wings I wear- and only I know where they are. Oh the heat.
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