Ghost Stories of Saskatchewan 3
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Saskatchewan and ghost stories. They go together like a grinning scarecrow in a whisper-dry October field. In 1995, Dundurn successfully published and reprinted numerous times the original Ghost Stories of Saskatchewan. Since that time, an eerie wealth of supernatural accounts have surfaced in this seemingly quiet prairie province.
In this third collection, a quiet cemetery apperas to be a portal between the worlds of the living and the dead, a Victorian mansion-turned-restaurant in Moose Jaw remains occupied by the spectral image of the original lady of the house, and a weary traveller near Flaxcombe stops for coffee in a diner that burned to the ground a decade earlier.
There are historical tales and personal accounts, legends and lore. And there is much to keep the dedicated ghost fan awake late into the night. Here the reader will find triple the history, mystery, and chills from one of Canada’s established authors int he paranormal genre.
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McNaughton was a man with a genuine gift for seeing what others could not. Skippy Countless tales have been told about the bond that exists between a boy and his dog. This might qualify as just one more of those stories — if not for a unique twist suggesting that the bond can survive even after death. This account was sent by an anonymous reader from Codette, Saskatchewan, to the News of the North. They published the letter in the July 1962 edition, under the heading Unexplained. It read
heart rate began to slow to anything resembling normal. He was in his bed, with the covers pulled tight around him, before the ghostly echo of the scream began to fade from his ears. Of course, the next day, they all felt foolish. They met up at the convenience store late in the afternoon and bought frozen treats to relieve the heat. Outside, they sat at a picnic table in the vacant lot beside the old store and found that they could barely look one another in the eye. “Was it maybe a bird of
spirit. And she acknowledged the sign when she spoke. She said, “I don’t know who you are or what you want, but you are welcome to stay for as long as you want.” Later, she wasn’t sure why she spoke those exact words, but her message seemed to be appreciated. The scent of roses drifted away then, and Diana was left with a wonderful feeling of peace and calm. “Not the ‘hair standing on end’ thing you would expect after a psychic encounter,” she later said. Diana has now had ten years to reflect
a grey dress … a casual dress. And she just looked at me and disappeared. And I’ve seen more than just the one girl there. I’ve seen a man standing by the pool. At night, when you’re doing your rounds, you’re supposed to check the pool room, because it’s supposed to be locked. [There are several locked doors you have to pass through.] When you look through the glass, you can see the whole pool. It was dark, but I could see the shape of a man standing there. But by the time I got in there, he was