Haunted Ontario 3-Book Bundle. Terry Boyle

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      Glen Hill was the chef for the inn during the 2006 year of operation. Glen, like Dave, believes: “I have always kept an open mind. There is a greater power present. You don’t just die, you continue elsewhere.”

      In June 2006 at 5:30 a.m., Glen was setting up for the Sunday brunch. He was the only one up at that time of the morning.

      “I was setting up and heard my name being called. The voice was quite clear. I answered. There was no response. Since I was the only one there I felt in that moment as though someone had walked over my grave.

      “About four days later I was in the kitchen in the early morning hours waiting for the rest of the staff to arrive. Suddenly two spatulas fell off the front of the grill. They had been there in a secure position for the morning. That confirmed to me that I wasn’t alone.”

      Staff have recently had an unnerving experience in June 2007. A staff member was attending to all the closing up duties. He made sure that all the candles and lights were extinguished in the Ghost Lounge and the doors locked. A few minutes later he returned to the lobby and noticed a beam of light coming from underneath the door of the Ghost Lounge. He proceeded to unlock the door. Upon entering he was shocked to see one lamp on and one candle burning on a table.

      The inn has welcomed the people who take the Wednesday evening summer ghost-walk tour with me (Terry Boyle), and have given us the use of the Ghost Lounge at the end of each tour to tell stories about this hotel.

      There is more than one spirit here, for sure. Certainly E.B. Sutton could be one of the spirits in the hotel. He did communicate with Lillian from the other side, as they had agreed. Thomas Burgess was opposed to alcohol and maybe he’s watching out for things. The maids may have stayed to help out but it’s almost as if a parallel world is happening simultaneously, or is it parallel time?

      The Ghost Road

      ~ Port Perry ~

      Over the years many people have travelled to Scugog Island’s Ghost Road, near the community of Port Perry, to see a mysterious light that haunts the somewhat deserted sideroad. Many claim the spirit of a dead and headless motorcycle rider still appears on this lonely stretch of road near the shores of Lake Scugog.

      Sometime during the late sixties, according to local lore, a terrible accident took place here, on this road that runs north-south between the Ninth and Tenth Concessions. Since the road is seldom travelled, many romantically-inclined young people find it a convenient place to park. A long stretch of road such as this tends to appeal to anyone with a yen for speed. As the story goes, a young motorcyclist from out of town chose to test his speed here one night. Travelling southbound and much too fast, he suddenly caught sight of the end of the road, the Ninth Concession. Approximately 100 metres from the south end, near a large, old willow tree, he lost control and barrelled off into a corn field where he struck a rusty wire fence and was decapitated.

      Island Road resident Allene Kane, who lives just north of the Ghost Road, believes in the existence of the ghost. Mrs. Kane was quoted in the Port Perry Star in 1988: “I don’t know why, but there’s definitely something out there, a spirit of some kind.”

      A number of years ago Mrs. Kane had invited two psychics to investigate the “ghost light.” Many people had seen (and still do see) a small red light, just a few inches in diameter, supposedly the tail-light of the bike, moving south down the road. Mrs. Kane said, “When we see the light coming toward us, he’s returning up the road (near the willow) to turn around, gather speed, and tear down the road and back into the field. I was standing on the road when this red light just simply went right by me about three feet away.”

      The two psychics agreed that there was a presence on the road and it was a young man in his early 20s, with curly light brown hair, riding a motorcycle and wearing a gold helmet. A third psychic from Oshawa visited the site three times and also sensed a presence on the road. She even felt she knew his name: Don or Dave Sweeney.

      Mrs. Kane herself admitted to seeing the light several times and firmly believes it to be the headlight of the motorcycle. Naturally, the Ghost Road is frightening to her. Even during daylight she prefers not to travel the road alone. Her fear escalates when she is near the overhanging tree at the south end of the road, the spot where the motorcyclist lost control. She and her son saw an apparition there, together, one summer morning at 6:30 a.m. She described the experience this way: “A very large, ugly, mangy, humongous black cat appeared out of absolutely nowhere. Now, I’m a great cat lover but I didn’t like this cat. It walked down the centre of the road toward the car. I backed up and it kept coming, I backed up again and kept backing up, but the cat still came. Finally it backed me the full mile to the north end of the road, looking at us the whole time.” Mrs. Kane felt that the cat had been an embodiment of the negative spirit of the place.

      In 1984, Matt Grant, a Port Perry high-school student, parked on Ghost Road with his girlfriend and two other couples. He thought it would be a great idea to scare the girls with the story of the decapitated ghost rider. He got more than he bargained for when he had the most frightening experience of his life.

      They were in the only car parked on the Ghost Road. For one hour they sat, waiting for the light to appear. Suddenly the dashboard lights lit up and the radio began to turn on and off. Everyone in the car started screaming, especially when the door locks began to move up and down on their own as well. Matt later said, “The crazy part of this was that I didn’t know what to do. You see the keys to the car were in my pocket. I couldn’t believe this was happening to us. Next the headrest started rocking me back and forth in my seat and then it ended.” To add to their fear, Matt said that wolves were howling during the whole ordeal.

      Some skeptics are convinced the ghost light is just a case of car headlights, travelling down the hilly West Quarter Line, which runs almost directly in the same north-south line as the Ghost Road. They think that when a vehicle travels down the West Quarter Line, at an elevation of more than 1,000 feet, it appears on the lower Ghost Road as a single light coming out of the darkness near the treeline, slowly moving downward and seeming closer than it really is.

      In July 1983 Cathy Robb, a journalist with the Port Perry Star, began an investigation into the Ghost Road story. Ms. Robb contacted a retired Ontario Provincial Police officer, Harold Hockins, who had patrolled the island for many years. Mr. Hockins told Ms. Robb, “I’ve policed the island since 1954 and I’ve never heard tell of any fatal accident involving a motorcycle.” Ms. Robb also interviewed the psychic who tried to put a name to the ghost; this psychic pegged the time of the accident at 1973 or 1974. The community hospital records for the time, however, revealed nothing.

      In August 1983 a ghost hunting team gathered at the newspaper office in Port Perry armed with walkie-talkies, CBs, a camera with infrared film, two cameras with regular film, a high-powered flashlight, and three vehicles. Part of the group with walkie-talkies and CB radios set up on the Ghost Road.

      The other members of the group drove up and down the West Quarter Line. Their headlights soon appeared on the Ghost Road as one light floating out of the night sky. Then they stopped, turned off the headlights, and figured they had just put the phantom out of business.

      Then the radio started chattering. “Okay, we see your lights,” said a voice on the Ghost Road.

      “We don’t have our lights on,” replied the group on the West Quarter Line.

      “Well, we see the light.”

      In 1986 six Niagara College film students showed up to do a short documentary and capture the ghost light on film. The first evening everyone prepared for the arrival of the floating СКАЧАТЬ