This may not be everyone’s cup of tea but this blog is for the people like me, the ones who love a scary story around a crackling fire under the moonlight. People whose imaginations tend to go a little wild when a figurine falls off of the shelf and no part of them cares to look at the science behind why it fell. Something that I’ve learned about islanders is that many love to share a good story among friends, whether it be ghosts, history or what their Aunt Maureen did after a few too many cocktails at the family Christmas party.
Growing up I loved the adrenaline rush of a good scare. All of our childhood sleepovers involved scary stories, homemade ouija boards made out of paper and saying “Bloody Mary” three times and then staring into the bathroom mirror in the dark. These sleepovers would often lead to at least one friend calling their mom to come pick them up because they were scared but we just couldn’t help ourselves. Today I have become a bit more mild but I still love cozying up on the couch with some snacks and sticking on a horror film.
With Halloween coming up I thought it would be fun to share some good old fashioned PEI Ghost stories. Some classics and some maybe a little less known. So cozy up with a nice drink, light some candles and shut off the lights. It’s time to begin.
We all know the entertainment and talent that theatres can bring, whether it be movies, plays or music there is something so magical about stepping into a beautiful theatre. If you’re looking for entertainment you may be interested in checking out the King’s Playhouse in Georgetown, PEI. Although, a show may not be the only activity you experience when stepping through those doors. The King’s Playhouse is well known for its paranormal activity. So much that lightworkers and TV shows studying the paranormal have visited and caught paranormal activity inside.
The theatre in Georgetown is one of the oldest in Canada and is said to be haunted by a ghost who goes by the name of Captain George. There have been multiple people who have claimed to experience an interaction with Captain George while visiting the theatre. Lighting and technical issues, grabbing, items being moved, shadows appearing in photographs, doors opening, footsteps and voices.
The spirit has made himself quite known to many people within the community and because of that the town council voted to name him Captain George. The staff who work at the King’s Playhouse Theatre have even made sure that Captain George has his own seat reserved for every performance in order to keep him content.
Have you ever heard about the murder of Annie Beaton? Annie Beaton was a 41 year old woman who lived on Queens Road with her brother Murdoch and her one year old infant on a fifty acre farm. On May 12, 1859, Ann had visited the neighbours a mile up the road to sip on some tea as they chatted about the tea cloth that her neighbour was weaving for her brother Murdoch.
After tea Annie decided it was time to make the short journey home as the sun was beginning to set. There was a lot of discussion around being cautious and being sure to stay on the main road on her way home. It wasn’t a far walk, only about a mile, but a woman travelling alone could be dangerous and it was best to stay in clear sight.
It is unknown what her exact route was, but it is believed that Annie had cut through the Hallow where she was brutally assaulted and murdered. Her body was found at the back of her brother’s farm, in the hallow formed by the Montague River. After Annie’s murder, the site was renamed Goblin Hollow.
It is now said that many who have entered the hollow report experiencing an unnerving feeling. There have been reports of hearing a woman crying, screaming and wailing when entering Goblin Hollow as well as people experiencing an eerie and abrupt silence that has been enough to turn them around.
Although beautiful, it has been said that within the woods of the Glen lives a terrifying creature called the Wookalark. This creature is said to be half man, half pig and his eyes glow red in the trees. Many locals have had parties in the woods of the Glen and have claimed to hear noises, seen red eyes glowing in the night or have had parts of their cars stop working, only to start working again once they made it out.
One local shared a tale of her younger years in the Glen. She was leaving a party around 3:30am when she looked back and seen what looked like a set of glowing red eyes staring at her from within the woods. She sat there frozen in fear for two minutes, studying the eyes and trying to make them make sense. They weren’t at the height that an animal would be at, it was more the height of a human. The thing is humans eyes don’t glow red. She sped out of the Glen with her doors locked and didn’t look back. Was it a human? Or was it a half man, half pig watching her from the distance? I couldn’t tell you but I will say that I paid a visit to the Glen by myself not long ago and knowing these stories was enough to freak me out and have me checking my back every time I heard a crunch in the leaves. Let’s just say I was thankful to make it out of there with my car in one piece.
The Swamp Lady
On the Road where Bayfield and Rock Barra meet there have been numerous sightings of a ghost who is known as the Swamp Lady who lives in woods.
One of the first encounters with the swamp lady was made by a man named Alec “Little Johnny” MacDonald who resided in Bayfield. One night he was travelling past the swamp on his horse and buggy and when he looked to his side, a woman was there accompanying him. He continued on his travels and when he looked back to the seat beside him, the woman had vanished.
In the late 70’s Donald and Elaine MacGregor tied the knot and together they lived in Bayfield, PEI. MacGregor had lived in the East Baltic his whole life and was unfamiliar with the ghost stories about the swamp lady.
One hot Summer evening Elaine was playing cards at a good friend’s house in Rock Barra and Donald decided that he wanted to join. His wife had the vehicle so he decided that he would walk and meet her there. He headed out as it was only a ten minute commute on foot.
As he was nearing the halfway point of the big swamp, Donald noticed a ghostly looking woman off in the distance. She was dressed in a long white dress and stood very still as she watched Donald make his way towards her. Donald did not sense that the woman in the white dress was dangerous but at the same time he still had an unnerving feeling. The second he passed her he ran as fast as he could to the neighbours house and didn’t stop until he made it inside with the door shut behind him.
He leaned against the door, trying to catch his breath. Elaine told him that he looked like he was as pale as a ghost. Donald responded with, “I think I’ve just seen one.” When Donald calmed down the neighbours told him the stories of the swamp lady who lived in that area and he had known that was exactly who he had met on his travels.
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Ashley MacDonald is a Nova Scotian born freelance writer who began using her love for writing and photography as a form of therapy during her son’s cancer treatment. She continued to write after he passed away in October 2019 as a way to help keep his story alive, heal her heart and share her experience with grief and sorrow with others who may be struggling. She graduated from Dalhousie University with a Bachelor of Science Recreation in 2014 and moved to Prince Edward Island in 2020 in search of comfort and simplicity.