Haunted Prince Edward Island

It’s only fair, I suppose, that if I’m soliciting ghost stories I should start out by telling a bit about my own experiences.

I’ve fairly often met spirits of the recently passed, whether they were intentionally coming to me or that I happened to be in their physical path. I didn’t know what was happening at first. Here’s what it was like: I’d just be out walking somewhere and suddenly have a feeling like waves moving through me and a sense of some powerful change. The words in my head would always be the same: Something’s happening, something’s happening.

I always wondered what that was about. I thought it was probably a premonition of something that would happen in my life and paid attention afterwards to see. But there was never anything I could trace back to it. I found out what it was when my dad died. I was working at Cedars. It was a Saturday and I was on by myself, getting on towards the end of the day shift. As I was filling the dishwasher, I suddenly had the same feelings again, the same sensations of waves moving through me, a perception of momentous change, the same words in my head: “Something’s happening, something’s happening.”

But this time, I had also a strong sense of my father with me, the purest essence, as if he’d been distilled. The way it felt was as if his essential core had never been damaged by any of the difficulties in his life. And when I thought “Something’s happening,” I heard his voice in my head responding: “Well, it’s already happened, hasn’t it?” Wondering a bit, himself, it seemed.

I was distracted by the phone and, when I answered, it was my sister, Donna, calling from the hospital to tell me that Dad had passed.

It was a wonderful thing to experience my dad in that way, and a privilege.

I had a similar experience, also at Cedars, when the owner’s mother died. I was wiping down the middle of three small tables and I sensed her approach. I think I was just in her path more than she was coming to me. I had the same feelings but also a sense of her in essence. She was very sweet. Spoke only Arabic but had a lovely disposition. In any case, it was much the same. The phone rang and Maroun was rushing out of the restaurant, pulling on his jacket, choking out that he had to go to the hospital, it was his mother. And I thought, no — wait, she’s right here.

Those were among the most powerful experiences of my life. As far as ghostly encounters, I’ve had others that were spookier. But that’ll have to wait for another post.