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Grande Prairie Ghosts
By
Liz Fraser
Ghost stories are like
folklore, passed on through generations, filling us with wild imaginings. We may
scoff at these stories, but ghostly experiences go beyond story telling; these
are the emanations from all kinds of encounters. Listen to the sounds and feel
the restless energy resonating from dark corners in old buildings. If we believe
that the human soul or spirit lives on after death, then this energy is the echo
of souls or essences of past lives, testament to the real presence of ghosts.
There are places where an aura of unquiet activity pervades the silence.
Walk in the footsteps of Dickens and Jack the Ripper through fog wrapped Old
London and be eerily transported back "to the little knots of houses, where
drunken men and women were positively wallowing in filth" (Dickens 86). Feel the
presence of Fagin, Nancy, the vicious Sykes, and the slaughtered prostitutes,
all victims of the "general blight of the public houses" (Dickens 86). Their
ghosts are palpable in the cobbled alleys and narrow dwellings, conjuring up a
time when poverty and squalor were the pulse of life.
Time and the outside world shape humanity, but that unique human essence
remains unchanged. We may fear the ambience and shy away from an old hotel whose
exterior has fallen into disrepair and neglect in a forgotten part of town. But,
despite the ravages of time, it does retain a life of its own; its heart is
vibrant with the spirit of its past.
Even when new life is breathed into an old hotel and it is infused with new
ideas and energy, the essential part of its existence still resonates.
The souls of those who have gone before can be felt through the rooms, wine
cellars, corridors, and the corners of smoky bars. As sure as the memory of
Rosa, the maid shot by a jealous husband as she laundered dirty sheets in the
basement of an old hotel, or as sure as grimy mirrors reflect phantom cowboys,
like faded electric horsemen riding defiantly through dimly lit taverns, these
ghosts exist. They are "doomed for a certain time to walk the night," like the
ghost in Hamlet. They are as real as are the old men who sit like pale statues
in the flickering candlelight that floats above the bar.
In the words of Ibsen, "There must be ghosts all over the world. They must be as
countless as grains of the sands." The atmosphere of old inner city hotels seems
home to lost souls roaming restlessly in a world frozen in time.
WORKS CITED
Dickens, Charles. Oliver Twist, New York. Signet, 1961
Ibsen, Henrik. hosts. England. Penguin Books Ltd., 1964

NewYork Hotel Ghost Stories:
Dar reported seeing ashtrays move along a counter when there was no
one else present. He also had the experience of looking in a bathroom
mirror, and seeing the reflection of an ugly face, but when he turned, there was
no one there. He also reported cold spots. These events all happened in
the basement.
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Bre reported seeing ashtrays moving along the bar when no one was
there. She also has seen the swivel chairs moving on their own, and she
has noticed cold spots--so cold that her hair stood on end. She said on
other occasions that she felt the "heebie-jeebies" in moving from
spots of cold to spots of heat. She also heard footsteps when no one was
present. These events happened in the lounge on the main floor.
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Cin
reported seeing swivel chairs moving and an aura around an
empty table. These events were also in the lounge. She also said she
"knew" someone was present, though no one was there.
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Del also worked in the lounge for a short
time. She reported that she never saw a chair move, but she would clean up
the place and straighten out the chairs and tables, and even though no one had
come into the lounge, she would look up from her cleaning or reading and see the
chairs had turned around.
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Bev reported a terrifying experience in the basement. She was
alone when the bass drum on the stage sounded: she looked and no one
there. A moment later she heard the drum again, and she walked over to the
stage: no one there. As she turned to leave, the snare drum sounded
and then the cymbals clanged. She fled the basement in fear and only
returned when a male staff person accompanied her.
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Bla reported that, while working in a storage area and unused
corridor in the basement, he heard the sounds of voices and clattering. He was
cleaning up the rooms there, and when he went to look, not only was no one
there, but a room he had already cleaned just a few minutes ago was
"trashed": he said nothing and cleaned it up again. He
also reported being alone in the quiet bar area in the basement when a loud,
female, voice behind him said "Get out": he turned and no one
was there.
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Lin ran the cabaret almost twenty years earlier than Bla's" experience, but she reported banging noises and the sound of
people down the same corridor that Bla would later be working in, but whenever
she or her staff investigated, they found no one. Lin also
reported the same sort of strange goings-on with her phone in the cabaret.
Especially that it would work only some of the time, and not others, even though
it was checked by technicians and found to be in proper working order.
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Bil
reported several incidents when he worked in the basement bar.
He often heard someone humming--not a machine or pipe hum, but a person, with no
one there--though he said he never heard voices. He was also racking up
the pool balls while he was alone: he gathered them all together, and
before he could put the rack over them, they all scattered as if they had been
pushed. He also saw ashtrays moving along the counter, stand-up bar, and
even through the air.
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Sta reported that twice while she was alone in the basement bar, she
heard someone whistling. On both occasions she checked, and she was
alone. She said that the whistling was of a tune, but not one she
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Cea had the experience of a very strong cold spot in the
basement. He walked through, and then tried walking though it again some
hours later--still freezing cold. He then said words to the effect that
"I won't hurt you", and then the cold turned even more frigid and his
hair stood on end.
Cea also reports the apparent malfunctioning of his music
equipment at times in the basement. It will not play at times, and
then will be fine at others. Checks of the machine found nothing wrong.
The times when it will not play, he has seen the needle on the turntable
lift on its own.
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Cor also reported an experience in the basement bar.
He was working at the bar when he felt someone touch his back. He
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Mag
reported seeing ashtrays moving through the air and cold spots
in the basement. She also felt someone touch her on the shoulder when she was in
the lounge alone. She said the basement events felt "mischievous"
while the lounge events were "comforting".
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Chr
reported, while doing his shift in the
upstairs main bar, that while he was stacking glasses, the dishwasher started up
all by itself. He was so startled, he drew a fellow worker's (Ken) attention
to it.
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Both
Car and Lol reported getting phone calls to the
desk from phones elsewhere in the hotel, often from the basement but sometimes
from upstairs rooms. Motion sensors on at the times did not register anyone in
the area, nor did searches turn up anyone there. Checks of the phones, the
lines, and the switchboard showed no malfunctioning. The events happened even
after a change in the switchboard. The "callers" did not speak
or identify themselves, but both Car and Lol said there was definitely a
presence there, and not the static of an improper connection. This
happened repeatedly for some three or four years.
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Al! these stories were reported first hand to Dwight Logan over a period from
1975 to 1999. All happened to people who were alone at the time,
except for Chr and Ken, and for Car3 and Lol (they had repeated incidents, and on at least a couple of
occasions, they both listened to the same call).
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Violent incidents have happened in the hotel. In the mid sixties, a
laundress was shot by her husband in the basement. Mag thinks
the laundress is the basement ghost, but she thinks there are others down there.
My brother Merritt died in the hotel in 1980. Mag
claims that the lounge ghost is Merritt, because Merritt used to touch her on
the shoulder the same way as the ghost, as he would go by her in the lounge. The
lounge was Merritt's favorite room in the hotel to sit and relax.
We have also had at least one suicide in the building, though there are some
who believe it was murder. We have also had a death, apparently basically
of "old age", in a room upstairs. There are undoubtedly other
events that I am not aware of, as the hotel was the center of the community for
years. It all happened there: weddings and wakes, fights and
honeymoons, wild parties and staid business meetings, loving and cheating, good
times and bad.
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The hotel also had a varied history in terms of use. While it has always had
a tavern, coffee shop, and rooms, at various times in the past (and present) it
has had a liquor store, the first cocktail lounge in the Peace Country, the
first licensed dining room in the Peace Country, a quiet bar, an alternative
canned music bar, a live blues bar, a cabaret, a taxi office, a suite of law
offices, meeting rooms for business groups, the Jaycees office, a laundry, a
full workshop, a coal cellar, political campaign offices, a newsstand and gift
stand, a dance club, a fast food booth, and sample rooms for traveling salesmen.
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