We all fear death. If you've ever heard someone say otherwise, they're lying. We cling to religion, and subscribe, quite easily I might add, to the belief that there is something out there waiting for us when we are laid to rest. It is this fear that ignites our passion to search for answers so that we have a certain comfort as we reach our later stages in life. A belief in the other side allows us to make sense of our lives and not to view it as a complete and utter waste of time and energy.
I am by no means immune to this. I fit the criteria to a 'T.' So I am here to look for answers, and to hear your stories, to document them, and to make them known to everyone else looking for similar answers.
Countless sightings are widespread throughout the world, and throughout the centuries; people claiming to see the spirits of loved ones, and so-called victims of horrendous deaths. Every community, big or small, house many lores about apparitions, haunted houses, poltergeists, possession, demons, dopplegangers, and etc. All are very interesting, but are any of them true? Surely there must be some merit to the multitude of claims of the supernatural. How can millions of believers throughout the centuries be wrong?
I thrive on discussion and first hand accounts. I also thrive on research into several lores involving the supernatural world I would like to discuss with my audience on a regular basis so that I might get feedback from you - the eyewitnesses, or even those who wish to interject their personal opinions.
My only experience, as far as ghosts go, was at my father's place. He told me that his place was haunted and I was quick to dismiss his story. I didn't even ask him how he knew this to be true. I just figured he was full of crap, or just trying to scare me.
Well, one day, I happened to be at my father's place alone, while he was at work. I was watching television, and just relaxing, when all of a sudden, the taps came on full board. This gave me quite a start. I thought for a moment that my father had come home early, but when I got up to investigate, nobody was around, and the taps were still running. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I was near paralyzed with fear. I think the way in which I felt glued to the floor was more frightening than the possibility I could have witnessed some ghost activity. At any rate, I got out quick, and that was that.
I know this is a fairly uneventful tale comparitively speaking to the countless others you've likely heard, or witnessed, but that's all I got.
Now, I got a few stories in which I've researched that you might find interesting. I was reading a book by Jo-Anne Christensen, titled: 'Ghost Stories of British Columbia,' and found some interesting, if not downright creepy accounts.
The first account I will share with you by Jo-Anne Christensen is called: 'A Soldier's Last Moments.'
Jo-Anne credits this first story by her own reading of a book called 'A Gathering Of Ghosts(1989),' by Robin Skelton and Jean Kozacari.
It goes into a story about a roadside apparition that has been seen since the second world war, just past Christie Point on Vancouver Island. The highway curves as you climb a small hill. On the left, about halfway up the hill, is a small pub.
She documents that for over fifty years, unsuspecting victims, driving at night on this stretch of road, suddenly witness this soldiers last moments. But not before slamming on their brakes and swerving around what they fear is a dog in the middle of the street. When they get out of their vehicle to inspect, they see a man in a long khaki army coat crawling slowly along on his hands and knees, long black hair hiding his face. He seems to be crawling towards the pub itself. Witnesses say that the soldier always appears to be in a great deal of pain. When anyone goes over to assist this unfortunate man, the soldier vanishes.
Skelton and Kozocari could only offer a few speculations. One, that he could have been beaten and was crawling to the pub for assistance, or had been so inebriated that he couldn't walk. They also figure that it he could have been a victim of a car accident.
This second tale also occurs on Vancouver Island, which by the way, still houses the most haunts in all of North America. I also found this story in 'Ghost Stories Of British Columbia,' by Jo-Anne Christensen. It is called 'The Chinese Hitchhiker.'
A Victoriea talk show host was searching for information on local ghost stories and shared this with his listeners. A woman was quick to call in with a chilling tale she experienced with her husband on a stretch of road between Victoria and Sooke, known as China Flats. Before the listener had finished the story, the station's switchboard lit up with calls from others who witnessed the same disturbing experience.
There are accounts of people driving the China Flats when out of nowhere a shadowy figure will jump out in front of their vehicle causing them to swerve and slam on their breaks. In all cases, when they go to investigate, they find nothing, while other drivers suddenly get the sense that something powerful and unseen has joined them in their vehicle. This feeling is so eerie that they are too afraid to turn around to inspect the back seat.
Nobody could explain this strange occurrence or begin to guess the origins until one long-term resident of the area shared this tale: He/she explained that in the early 1940's, there was a Chinese couple who actually farmed the land nearby, close to the road. The wife became very ill, and the husband went to find help by trying to hitchhike into town, hoping to return with a doctor. Nobody seemed to care enough to stop for the poor man, so in a desperate attempt to save his wife, he stepped out in front of a car, waving his arms, ensuring he would be seen and the motorist would stop. But, according to the text I read, the driver either didn't see him or was just not able to stop. The farmer was killed.
When the officers involved went to inform his wife of his demise back at the farm, they found that she had succumbed to her illness, and was also dead.
So, as Jo-Anne Christensen writes, perhaps her husband thinks she is still in need of a doctor and is still out there trying to find her help, or perhaps he is seeking revenge against the many motorists who refused to stop for him.
I am looking for stories to post on this blog and perhaps in a book later on, so if you have any accounts, send them to kdeline@hotmail.com., or comment below. I would greatly appreaciate it.
Every month or so, I would like to explore other areas of the supernatural, and will bring about a subject for which I and my readers can discuss freely.
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