Ghost Stories and Boat Rides
Okay folks gather round its time for a ghost story. This comes from my three summers of being a tour guide in the Toronto Harbour.
So lets set the scene. Miss Joy is 20 years old. It is a beautiful summer day and you are out for a one hour harbor tour on this boat.
Ive talked about the harbourfront, the Island Airport, the Toronto Islands and the Island Yacht Club. We are now in the Toronto Islands in one of the channels and I begin to tell the story.
Were approaching the Gibralter Point Lighthouse and I need to tell you the Lighthouse is haunted.
The Lighthouse was built during the war of 1812 to watch for American ships coming across Lake Ontario.
J.P. Radan Mullar was the first lighthouse keeper. But lighthouse keeping can get a bit dull so ol J.P. took to doing some bootlegging. Legend goes that he was here late one night when two soldiers came over from nearby Fort York looking for some bootlegged ale. When J.P. refused an argument started that ended with the soldiers pushing J.P. down the lighthouse stairs.
J.P. fell cracking his head open on the third stair from the bottom.
The soldiers fled, but not before burying J.P. around the lighthouse. And I do mean *around* the lighthouse as they first chopped him up into pieces.
It was said that it took years to clean the blood stain off that third stair.
The soldiers were eventually brought to trial but never charged.
Why do we say the Lighthouse is haunted? Many people have told tales of hearing voices around this lighthouse at night long after it fell out of use. And a number of tourists have taken pictures of this lighthouse and noticed when their film was developed that there was a shape, or a blur, at the top of the lighthouse.
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen. Well now be having a short break in the tour as we head back out into the harbour down the same channel. I will be back in five minutes to talk more about the islands and our Toronto skyline.
(break to run downstairs and try to scam a beer)
Okay folks gather round its time for a ghost story. This comes from my three summers of being a tour guide in the Toronto Harbour.
So lets set the scene. Miss Joy is 20 years old. It is a beautiful summer day and you are out for a one hour harbor tour on this boat.
Ive talked about the harbourfront, the Island Airport, the Toronto Islands and the Island Yacht Club. We are now in the Toronto Islands in one of the channels and I begin to tell the story.
Were approaching the Gibralter Point Lighthouse and I need to tell you the Lighthouse is haunted.
The Lighthouse was built during the war of 1812 to watch for American ships coming across Lake Ontario.
J.P. Radan Mullar was the first lighthouse keeper. But lighthouse keeping can get a bit dull so ol J.P. took to doing some bootlegging. Legend goes that he was here late one night when two soldiers came over from nearby Fort York looking for some bootlegged ale. When J.P. refused an argument started that ended with the soldiers pushing J.P. down the lighthouse stairs.
J.P. fell cracking his head open on the third stair from the bottom.
The soldiers fled, but not before burying J.P. around the lighthouse. And I do mean *around* the lighthouse as they first chopped him up into pieces.
It was said that it took years to clean the blood stain off that third stair.
The soldiers were eventually brought to trial but never charged.
Why do we say the Lighthouse is haunted? Many people have told tales of hearing voices around this lighthouse at night long after it fell out of use. And a number of tourists have taken pictures of this lighthouse and noticed when their film was developed that there was a shape, or a blur, at the top of the lighthouse.
Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen. Well now be having a short break in the tour as we head back out into the harbour down the same channel. I will be back in five minutes to talk more about the islands and our Toronto skyline.
(break to run downstairs and try to scam a beer)
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After his death of natural causes in 1796, he was buried in Erie in Pa., at his last command. Thirteen years later, his daughter was gravely ill. She requested his body be moved to the family plot in Radnor, Pa., located in southwestern, Pa. So, the General's son took a light cart up to Erie. Here's where the story gets problematic. After thirteen years of death, Mad Tony had hardly decomposed. He was too heavy, and a bit gamey. So they de-fleshed his corpse. His organs and skin were re-buried in Erie, while his skeleton was taken to Radnor.
The ghost story states that parts of his skeleton fell off the wagon. So Mad Anthony rides the country roads at night, in the search for his missing parts.
In actuality, he's buried in two places.
Love your story. I can feel the pinch.
Sorry for falling asleep