Scary+Stories


 * Scary Stories**

Montreal River There have been many cases where a lot of kids in the winter or spring go and jump in at the river by the bridge in Air Ronge. But little do some people know that a little kid had actually drowned there like 20 years ago. It was a quiet winter morning, when a mother and her two year old son were walking along the river's edge when she had to stop and take a phone call. Well the little boy who was two years old was adventurous and very outgoing and the current of the river was very intriguing to him. So this little boy crept away from his mother and ran onto the ice, but because the ice thinned out in the middle of the river, the ice cracked and he fell. By the time the mother ran to save him it was too late. The current already swept him away. This is the reason why I dont typically like when people go and jump in the river, especially with no life jackets on, that is why I stay away from the river and just look at it from afar. -Heidi

A story My Grandpa told me.. My grandpa and I, were sitting with each other and he told me a story about when he used to be an avid trapper. He used to be gone for days at a time and a lot of the times, he used to do it alone. My Grandpa told me of a time when he went to go check some traps and nets, he said that the spot he placed them were far, far out on the lake. He said that he knew he wasn’t going to make it back till early morning hours and warned my grandmother, so she wouldn’t be worried. He told me he left around 5 in the morning, as he wanted to get a good start on the day. He packed the sled and left on his skidoo into the cold, darkness that covered the frozen lake. He said he drove for a while, trying to make headway. He made a few stops for bathroom breaks and something to eat. Until he finally reached his traps and nets. He checked them took what was there, packed it efficiently into the sled that was hitched to his skidoo then he reset them to return in a few days. As he decided to to return home, he thought he’d try and set a few extra traps in new spots to see if he could get more, but he would pick them as he came upon the new spots. As the day wore on, he said that he lost track of time because he had to prepare the placement of the traps in the new spots chosen. My grandpa decided to start his journey back home, he got on his skidoo and began to push the throttle down. After driving for a couple hours, my grandpa said that he started to feel worn out from the day, so he thought that he could stop on an island and make some bush coffee and a little snack to wake himself up, to continue his ride home safely. He pulled near an island and found a spot to have his coffee. He started to clear snow with his foot to reach the ground and made a barrier with the snow in a circle around where he planned to make the fire. He collected his twigs, birchbark and grandpa’s beard as we call it. He pulled out his hatchet to begin chopping a few logs, so his fire would last long enough and it wouldn’t die out on him. As he was waiting for his coffee to be done my grandpa said he was enjoying his dry meat and bannock. There was an eerie feeling that came over him. He said he didn’t feel right, like something was wrong. All of a sudden there was a strange whirring-whistling sound. Something he’s never heard before, of all the times he’s travelled alone this was the first time he heard this sound. Listening intently, my grandpa said he couldn’t see anything around him that would be making that sort of sound. Then he said he seen lights that shone from above him, down onto him. “ I couldn’t move," my grandpa said to me. “I don’t know whether it was straight fear or if it was the lights that wouldn’t let me move," but I was so scared because I couldn’t do nothing to defend myself. As the lights shone on my grandpa, all he could do was pray and hope that whatever it was just left him alone. Still hearing the strange noise he heard only get louder as he stand there. Finally after about 10 minutes or so, the lights shut off (it felt so much longer) but my grandpa could still hear the sound. He made a mad dash for his skidoo leaving a few things behind, he started his machine and slammed the throttle and left in a great hurry. “I didn’t want to look back, I was scared if I seen it then it would come after me," my grandpa said. Feeling my heart beat and hearing it pump so fast and loud, I had to calm myself down, my grandpa thought to himself. When my grandpa thought it was safe enough to stop and tie things back securely and get himself suited properly for his drive home. “ I didn't stop at all, until I could see the few street lights of our town," my grandpa told me. After feeling safe by being able to see home, he lifted off the throttle and started to think about what had happen to him out there. He was reluctant to tell his wife about what had happened to him, as she would be afraid for him to leave again. My grandpa didn’t go back to where this all happened for a few weeks and he made sure he had a fellow trapper with him for the next trip. He told his friend what happened to him the last time he was here. My grandpa said he didn’t tell my grandma for a long time, until he knew that she would be okay with him going out to set and check his traps alone again. My grandpa told me after that had happened, he never strayed away from his usual places to trap and set his nets. He made it a habit to do his best to be home before dark or shortly after. “I don’t ever want to see and hear that again," my grandpa said that with a seriousness in his voice.

-Jody

The Cross Behind the Field

When I was ten years old I got told about a story that happened to a pregnant woman. While she was walking at night across the baseball field a guy stabbed her four times in the head and couple times in the stomach to kill the baby. A lot of people know that guy including me. He's not even in jail anymore but that happened like long time ago. There's a cross behind the baseball field and every time I see it, just brings up that story.

- Manz

**People under the Bridge**

On a cold dark night a man was on his way home, his feet crunching with every step on the gravel road. Then he heard a small man somewhere in front calling for him; too dark to know who it was. Seeing a shadow on rocks, the man was about as tall as his legs and stood by the rock beds, under the bridge. His voice was high pitched and a bit frightening. It squeaked as he talked to himself. Then the small man crawled up onto the big stones and turned his direction to the woods by the river, he then warned him not to come. But the taller man didn’t listen, until he felt the urge to follow. The pace of both of their legs started to get faster, the small man warned him and said, “This will end in disaster”, but he couldn’t stop. They started to run and the man kept telling him not come. Of course he didn’t listen and followed him into the woods disappearing without a trace. The little person had no face. Gone in a flash, the little man took his last. “Just a story”, the people of Sucker River would say. The people under the bridge who lived in the rocks, made kids stay away. They say the people still live in the rocks, crushing themselves to fit between the cracks.

-Sandra

A group of three rebellious kids stroll over to Quarry park one evening in seek of something to cure their boredom. One of them brings up the topic of the scary stories that originate from that place and how there's always new ones popping up. "Yeah right, I've heard all of them and they're all the same too." Says one of the kids as they sit down on one of the swings. "Well I bet you haven't heard this one before, as I heard it happened quite recently too." Said the oldest one, sitting on one of the swings, along with the third kid. "Alright, then lets hear it!" They all get comfortable and are eager to hear this so called 'scary story'. The oldest stood up in front of them, and started to slowly pace back and forth "Well, supposedly a few months ago there was a group of kids, just like us... With nothing to do on a late night like this." He looks at the forest that grows at the top of the hill behind the swing set. "So they decided to do something that wasn't really that smart, and venture into the forest back there... In search of the haunted grave stone that was supposedly left behind from a few years ago. Some say the grave is fake and someone put it there to scare others, but people are saying they start to do strange things when they come in contact with it..." He sits back down on the swing and looks at the two boys for their reactions. "Pffftch, I've heard this story, they go get lost and never come back. We all know this." The younger one states as he leans back on his swing. "Well, you're not wrong... But you're not right either. You see, they managed to find this chunk of cement sticking out of the ground, but they thought it was just a weird looking rock." He says with excitement. "Turns out they had found the grave, but were unknowingly disrespecting it." A creepy grin showed up on his face as he told more of the story. "They started hearing voices and thought something was running in the trees around them, suddenly one of them disappeared and the other two started going crazy, with the voice telling them to do unthinkable things." His voice got lower as he reached the peak of the story. "A few days pass and there's police out looking for these missing children. A report of a child being spotted in the forest arises so they do a line search here at Quarry park." He looks over at the forest behind them as he continues on. "They found this starved child curled up by a pile of rocks deep in a woods. But when they tried to take him out he wouldn't stop yelling: I need to find them!" He yelled, startling one of the kids off their swing by accident. "He later passed away in the hospital due to being starved from staying in the woods and hypothermia. They later on did an autopsy after he passed away as they suspected there to be more to it than that. You would never guess what they had found..." He looks directly at the two boys as they lean in, eager to know the ending. "Well? Carry on!" The youngest one says impatiently, but with a slight look of fear in his eyes. "Well... they found shards.. of bone in his stomach.. they say that he probably killed a rabbit and ate it but they won't release to the public what had happened. Knowing that his two other friends were no where to be found.. and he seemed to be well fed, then who knows.. Maybe he ate his friends after all!" He said carelessly with a shrug. "So.. they say that going into the forest alone or even with people has its consequences.. moral of the story, just don't go in those woods." He said with a shiver thinking about what happened. Both of the other kids look back at the forest behind them and see some leaves move. "Guys it's moving! Let's get out of here!" They scream and start running full tilt towards home. Turns out it was only squirrel, but who knows what could be lurking in those woods...

- Amy

**The Haunted Elementary School**

In the early 1970s, there was a school in LaRonge now referred to as the “Old Pre-Cam”. Pre-Cam is a school that was rebuilt in a new location many years after, which serves to educate children grades K-6. The school was located behind the Post Office in the big empty lot and to the right of the old Hospital, (which was also rebuilt in a new location). The school was said to be haunted by a ‘ghost’ or ‘spirit’ of a man named //“Josh”//, (that was the name reported to be written in big letters across the chalkboard often when teachers would arrive at school). Teachers and other staff would see bizarre and paranormal activity happening throughout the school often, such as: desks changing places, chalk flying and crashing into a wall to break, doors seemingly opening and closing by themselves and lights turning on and off by themselves. Everyone was terrified and never wanted to be alone, yet nobody really talked about it out of pure fear something worse would happen and maybe even to them. From the stories that I was told, ‘Josh’ never hurt anybody or did anything to harm others. He just wanted people to know that they weren’t alone and that the school was in fact built on his gravesite. This land was in fact an old cemetery. They relocated all of the grave sites to a different location earlier on so they could lay the foundation and develop the land, but they must’ve forgotten one. They forgot Josh, but he was never really forgotten.

-Ashley

One day there was a homeless man named George who had no teeth, and he was really hungry. He was out on a stroll through an alleyway looking for food and he heard something behind a dumpster. George sneaked up to the dumpster and slowly looked behind and found a pair of dentures with red liquid on them. But George was very hungry so he wiped off the red liquid and put the dentures in his mouth. Then George found food in a garbage can outside someone's house, so George ate the food, but that made him more hungry. Then George found a rotten tomato and he ate that too and that made him even more hungry. George was so hungry he ate a stray cat, then he could not stop and there was nothing left to eat so the teeth started eating George until there was nothing left but blood on the dentures sitting in the alleyway waiting for someone to put them on.

-Eli

All towns,cities, and reserves have para-normal activities happen on a daily basic.In Sandy Bay, it was said that it was built on top of a old grave yard and that's why many people experienced weird events. I've been told multiple stories about interactions and experienced a few myself. The stories are not just about ghostly spirits that you can't physical see, also spirits that can been seen in pictures or in physical form, and about little people (also known as rock people). One of the scariest thing when being told a scary story is being told that is based on true events.

Some interactions many have experienced is seeing or meeting up with little people from hitchhiking and hearing footsteps following them or actually see one face to face.I remember being told about how this drunk lady was walking through the woods on a trail and little people try to drag her off the trail and deeper into the woods, she had scratches on her arms and legs and hasn't drank again from that night .An interaction my friend told me about was a tall male figure with long braided hair, a long black drench coat with a cowboy hat. She said that the "spirit" didn't do anything to her and her cousin as they walked by, but stand there and watch them. There has been a total of three sightings of this spirit that I know of. There's lots of people in the community that have taken a picture only to look at it and see faces in the background or orbits in the air around them.

A para-normal activity I got told about was from my friend, who said that once her sister had a miscarried they started hearing a baby cry in the house. I've also experienced para-normal activity in that house, me and my friend were sitting in the basement and in the corner of our eyes you could see a laundry basket being lift off the ground and drop by itself. Another experience I had was at my old house, me and my older sister were in the basement and the only ones home at the time and from upstairs you could hear the radio being turned up and down and then a cupboard be open and slammed shut. My auntie told me about this time her husband was drunk in their basement and she could hear him getting mad at someone, when she went down there was no one but him there, even though he said that there were three people surrounding him telling him things he didn't wanna hear. I could go on and on about events I got told about that would take too long.

-Kimberly

Around the early 1990's my Grandma, Uncle Boy, and my Grandma's friend Tootsie went to Indian Days in The Pas, MB. They took a boat and 15hp motor, so it took them a long time to boat there and back. When they got there they paddled all day until 6 o'clock. It was late August so it got dark pretty fast.
 * Bright Light**

My Grandma and Tootsie took turns driving the boat home. When my Grandma was driving she happened to look up at the dark sky and saw the big dipper. There was a bright light that was brighter than the north star. She said when she saw it she didn't feel right and knew something was wrong.

My Grandma didn’t say anything to Tootsie and Boy right away because she didn't want to scare them. When she noticed how fast and oddly it moved, she woke them up and told them to look at the bright light. When they stopped to take a look the sky went really bright then it just went really dark like nothing had happened. She said that she was so scared that she started to pray. To this day when my Grandma looks at the big dipper she says she doesn't see that same bright light that she saw so long ago. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">- Whitney

**Something in the house**

A few years back, I lived in Prince Albert. I was about 12 years old and I was just entering the 6th Grade. We lived there for a year and half. I am not too sure about the exact dates but I do know that I returned to Beauval for the second half of the school year. Now I have 5 stories from my family who have interacted with whatever resided in that house. Personally, I have never encountered one of these moments while living there. However, I do believe these stories are true. The only reason we had moved to Prince Albert was because my mom was going to school for Nursing. One night, around midnight, she was studying at the kitchen table. After awhile she started to hear what sounded like a creaking rocking chair with a witch crying. The witch would cry as the chair rocked back and forth.

The second encounter would occur with my both my mother and sister. One afternoon, my mother and sister must have been going downstairs to check the laundry or something of that sort. As they were walking, my sister was going down first and my mom was behind her. As my sister was walking, all of a sudden, she flew forward down the stairs as if she was kicked from behind. That is according to my mother, she said that out of nowhere she just flew forward down the stairs and my sister was sitting at the bottom crying saying “someone kicked me”. Now it makes sense why my little sister was always scared to be left alone in that house, no matter where she was, she never liked being alone.

This one involves my mom and my brother. At around 3:30 in the morning, as she was trying to sleep, all she could hear was a whisper come from the closet. As she focused in more on what was being whispered, she could interpret that somebody or something was calling her by her name in a soft whisper from inside the closet. She only heard it 3 times before it vanished and disappeared into silence. That same night however, my brother who was also trying to sleep, all of a sudden awoke and felt as if something was grabbing and pulling his feet intensely. My dad has told me he never liked the house.

The fourth recollection I have is when my Grandma had seen a table move, out of nowhere, all of a sudden, a table just moves without anybody nearby the table. My mom was on the computer that was near the couch, the coffee table was right in the middle of the room and my grandma asked her “Did you see that table move?”. My mother however did not see the table move but it has happened after all of these other things have happened. My mom also said that there was always crows around the house, and not just 1 or 2, there was a lot of them.

-Nick

Devils Pond

I remember back when I was young around eight or nine, we would go into the bush behind Cole Bay beside the ball diamond, and we would play hide and seek. We would go deep into the bush, to the point where all the trees would block Cole Bay and you couldn’t see it anymore.

We would start at the back of my friend’s house where he would count and we would run into the bush where we would find little patches of bush or little hills to hide behind. This one time we went farther than we would usually go to hide and we found a pond, we came to call it “devils pond” because when you were near it, you would either feel a chill, a swift wind, or you would hear things.

We didn’t stay long because we were all getting scared, so we went back but as we were leaving someone said run there’s something in the pond so we all booked it out of there so it didn’t grab us and take us. The next day we tried going back to the pond but we all searched and we couldn’t find it which was creepy and it made a chill go down my spine.

So we all left and decided that we would stop going there so we don’t get taken or something. So to this day we never went back, and if someone were to ask me to go with them I would say no because that was actually some scary stuff, and it was probably just my imagination or something because of how young I was.

-Ashley

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">The Hitchhiker

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">I have heard of many stories of a man with a long black cape and long tail in bars and in the highways. Years ago there was a group of people who were in a bar when a man with a long coat came in introducing himself as Max. One night while this group of people were heading down the highway heading to the bar location they picked up a hitchhiker named Max. They dropped him off at a junction and sure enough, when they got to the bar that same guy was already there standing by the road. This is <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;">very scary to even write about it now. For some <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">years <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;"> I still hear about this man. Sometimes they see him on the highway so now I am very cautious of <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">hitchhikers <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;">. There is also the tale where people see this creature flying <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #3366ff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;">. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;"> Jeepers creepers <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">this makes <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;"> me wonder. I don't know if it's true but as a young teen <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">me <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;"> and a group of friends were walking at night time and we started hearing sounds like screeching in the air. We looked up and we saw a big flying bird or something with big dark wings and it was huge. We all screamed and ran away.To this <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">day <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;"> we never found out what it was we <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px;">saw. A <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;"> while later after we ran away that big thing came flying around us. I am pretty sure that thing was at least 10 feet wide. It was very huge with features similar to a bird's. That was the last time we ever saw it.The feedback I got was a questioning look or a look of disbelief. Some think it was a bird but it was too big to be a bird at night.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 10pt;">-Caroline

Don't Go Near the Water Treatment Plant

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Down past Quarry Park, there's a trail leading to a water treatment plant. Many kids wander down there looking for adventure or they're just bored to death in the uneventful town of La Ronge. Today, Myles and Tyler were headed down it. They too were trying to find a solution to their boredom. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">It was a windy summer day with seemingly nothing to do again. Myles was visiting Tyler. He was from Air Ronge and didn't know much about the area around La Ronge. As such, he was relying mainly on Tyler's guidance as they walked. While they were walking, they were talking about school and how it was coming up. Really, a not-too-important conversation so it's not worth mentioning further. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">They got closer to the water treatment plant and the wretched smell got worse and worse. You'd expect this from a treatment plant but really it should not have been this bad because of how far they were. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">They stopped to take a break because the walk was a bit far. As they sat down Myles noticed a concrete slab nearby. He got up and cautiously walked towards it wondering what such an out-of-place thing was for. As soon as he stepped on it, the wind seemed to stop hitting him. How odd, he thought. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">"Why is this here?" Myles asked Tyler curiously. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">"Well, that's kind of an odd story and it has to do with a little bit of the history of La Ronge," Tyler responded. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">"Well, it's early and we don't have much else to do so why don't you tell me it," said Myles. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">"Alright," Tyler grinned. "Well, a couple years ago there was a house on the slab. I know, weird." There was no other house nearby so it was basically a lone house out in the woods. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">He continued, "it was well-known as a party house and on one Saturday night there was a party going on. Little did most people know there was a child in one of the basement rooms. As the guests were having a good time they heard the fire alarm go off and rushed out of the house after realizing there was, in fact, a fire. The people downstairs, including the child, hadn't escaped. In total, 7 people and a dog died." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Myles began to hear what sounded as whispers. Normally he wouldn't believe in ethereal occurrences but this place was really beginning to spook him out. The trees seemed to close in around the slab as if they were reaching for him. The hair on the back of his neck stood up."Alrighty well let's leave already," he said. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">They resumed walking and avoided looking behind them. A dog barked close by even though there were no houses anywhere in sight. Myles really wanted to get out of there. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">Tyler finished the story by telling Myles the fire started because the child in the basement had knocked over a candle left by one of the adults. The child had also been neglected severely for the 2 previous months. Tyler had also said the concrete slab was difficult to find. He had tried finding it many times with his friends before and concluded it was pure luck Myles found it so easily. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">It's said that if you stay there for longer than the child would like, you begin to feel hungry and cramped. The trees will start to close in as if they were trying to trap you in a cage. After awhile you will not be able to walk and be stuck on the concrete slab unless someone else helps. It's unlikely anyone will be able to find you, though.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">-Danielle

The Woman in the Lake

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;">When I was younger, my friends and I were camping up at the lake with some family. The whole day, we were in the water, either fishing, playing, or swimming. Even as night came we continued to play down at the shore. The moon and the fire were the only things letting off some light in the whole area. <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> As we were splashing down in the water, and trying to fish even though we couldn't see very well, one of the adults came down from the fire to talk to us. He pointed out to the water and said "Have you ever heard the story of the woman that drowned?" We shook our heads 'no', still staring into the distance, where he had pointed.

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> "There was once a young lady who would come out here with her husband." He said, gesturing out at the water once again. "They would come out here and ride on the husband's boat until the sun would set and they would go home."

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> "Until one day, the woman fell in.." He threw a rock into the distance and we watched as it hit the surface and splashed, sinking lower and lower. "No one quite knew the story, some say the man had pushed her in, others say it was an accident."

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> A shiver came over the three of us as we stood, knee deep, in the water. "No one ever found the woman, but, they did find her wedding ring." He paused as he looked out at the water. "People say, if you go swimming with a ring on your finger, the woman will grab your hand and drag you into eternal darkness."

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> With that, we all jumped out of the water and ran back up to the fire, looking back at it every once in a while to check for the woman.

-Erin

<span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">Joshua <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">Years ago before my parents were in school they decided they needed a new school in La Ronge and they thought the best place to build it was where there was a cemetery, they moved all of the graves to build it but they forgot one, Joshua. <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">It was said that Joshua was angry for being left behind alone and was lonely too plus really angry that his death was disturbed by people. Joshua would do all sorts of things in the school to scare people and get attention. Teachers who were alone in the school would hear the piano playing in the basement or doors opening and slamming closed and things would be moved around. The students didn’t like to go into the basement alone because that’s where most of the things Joshua did were. <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">My parents didn’t go to the school because it closed before they went there but it was used for other things. When my mom was younger her and her sister were there helping my grandparents clean and she said that they heard a door slam and they don’t think their parents were anywhere near it but they were to scared to go and check it out and just hoped it was my grandpa playing a trick on them. I don’t think it was a trick, I think it was Joshua and I wish the building was still there because I would love to go and check it out for myself.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">-Cassidy

<span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">The Child under the Basement Stairs <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">When I was younger, my sister used to tell me stories of a little girl named Lucy. The girl was left tied up in the basement by her daddy Wendle. Not long after that Wendle moved away, to a new house down the road, without the little girl. It was in this new house that Wendle realized he was no longer alone. The little girl had died down in that basement, hidden under the stairs, but her ghost had followed him, seeking revenge. <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">On the first night, Wendle heard laughter, but it was not the happy laughter of a child playing, it was the laughter of a child who'd gone insane and it was a horrible sound when you are supposedly alone. He didn't think anything of it, blamed it on the wind running through the attic. On the second night he heard footsteps running up and down the stairs, but when ever he went to check, all he heard was the laughter and his heart beat. Wendle was beginning to question if this was the feeling of guilt over flowing into hallucinations, and brushed it off as such. On the third night, while he slept in the room upstairs, the Lucy's body crawled sluggishly down the road, over the front lawn, and knocked patiently on the door. After a while she began crying, the cry of a broken soul, it's a sound that truly chills you to the bone. "Daddy! Daddy I'm cold! Daddy open the door please? I'm so cold, Daddy please!" She called through the night. Wendle sat frozen in his bed, and didn't dare to move. <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">That morning Wendle crawled out of bed and got ready or work, trying desperately to dismiss it all as a bad dream, though try as he might he couldn't simply ignore the smell of decay, and the claw marks that bit into the wood of his door. "Daddy" had had enough, he followed the trail of decaying bits to a hole under the front steps, and crawled into it. It was a horrid smell and the deathly black darkness that swallowed him up had an icy tinge. Blind in the space under the steps, he suddenly began to panic. The hole he had crawled into was gone, there was no way out but to follow the bits of rotting flesh to where ever Lucy was hiding away. Suddenly, he felt the dirt floor give in under his feet, and hit concrete hard. He was in the basement of his old house, and sitting across from him was the child under the basement stairs. Wendle tried to scream, tried to run, but found he was bound with an old rope, and gaged with a handkerchief. Then oh, so quietly Lucy began to wake up slowly stretching her wretched body, as though just getting up from a nap. <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">"Hi daddy! Did you miss me? I missed you so much daddy! So so much I had to come back and show you the wonderful place I lived in!" Lucy smiled a wicked smile and grabbed Wendle by his hair, dragging the man across the concrete floor. "But I'm gone now daddy, I died here. So I came back and brought you down here to die like I did, all alone and afraid. How could you do that to me daddy! You said you loved, but you let me die all alone, and didn't even say goodbye!" Lucy wailed to the man as she threw him under the stairs. "So goodbye daddy, I'll see you on the other side!" <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">The bodies where never found, only some old rope, and bits of the phantom Lucy. <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">-Dae

The Ghosts of Mission Hill

The following is another story told to me by my mother which was told to her by her grandmother. My previous story was about the Mission Hill ghosts and now I will tell a story about what happens at the Mission Hill since the fire took place. The school was still in operation with students living in the residence. Many of the employees running the school, dorms and kitchen were from the community and all had a story or two to share about the ghosts.

One person in particular was working in the kitchen and was getting ready to leave for the evening when suddenly she heard pots banging in the kitchen cupboards. She was spooked and decided to leave immediately. She told herself that she would not be in the building alone anymore to avoid this happening to her again. She showed up to work early one day and the others that usually arrive early weren’t there yet so she decided to get ready for breakfast knowing that they would be arriving soon. She walked through the kitchen, when suddenly a chair slid out from under the table so she walked a little faster when another chair moved. Suddenly a door opened and footsteps were heading toward her and to her relief it was one of her coworkers. She was spooked with what was happening but was not afraid because no harm was ever done to anyone. She continued to work at the residence until the day it closed for good. -Gavin

Josh

This is the tale of “Josh”, a legendary story in La Ronge. Back in the early 1970’s there was a school referred to as “Old Precam”. It was located on the hill on the now empty lot between the Post Office and the Hospital.

And so the story goes….

The school was haunted by a figure that was eventually named Josh. Teachers and janitorial staff recount witnessing weird and paranormal activities happening throughout the school on a very regular basis. Desks would randomly move around the classroom, chalk and chalkboard erasers would seemingly fly across the room, books would tumble off the bookshelves. All through out the school doors would randomly slam. No one wanted to be there after hours or alone.

On several occasions, people came into a classroom to discover the name Josh written on the chalkboard and that is how the “figure” was eventually named and referred too.

As it turns out, this location was actually a cemetery at one time but all the graves were relocated in order to develop on the lot. People felt that there must have been a single gravesite that had not been moved during the construction of the building. The story has it that these random and unsettling activities continued until the building was eventually torn down and the site returned to bare land.

Incredible as it is, my Dad actually went to this school for shop (in the basement) and recounts that this story was commonly known and accepted around town. He lived in the house behind the Motor Inn for a few years while the school was still there and his parents were friends with several of the teachers at the school. They all reported that these were actual events (some actually witnessed several themselves) and no one questioned that any of it took place.

-Logan

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;">Long Hair

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;">When they were digging up the foundation for our house when it was first being built, they found long, black hair. The hair was located where my room is. My room used to be my mother's room when her and my grandparents first lived here. My mom was between 13-15 years of age at the time. She was babysitting her siblings all alone, talking to her cousin on her phone in her room. As she was talking to her cousin, she felt something staring at her. She looked towards her door and saw a shadowy-like figure. She said the figure looked like a girl with long, black hair, much like what they found when the house was first built.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;"> That incident isn't the only time anyone has ever encountered this little girl. My grandpa was home and he heard a kid laughing, which was odd because my mom and her siblings were either somewhere else or asleep. The laugh came from the back door upstairs in our house, so he went to check who was there. When he went to check, he saw a little girl with the same long, black hair. She laughed, and suddenly she wasn't there anymore.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;"> After all of this, and many other creepy and paranormal happenings that occurred here, such as loud footsteps when no one else was home, cupboards opening and shutting on their own, and hearing voices, a pastor was asked to help cleanse and bless the house. The house was blessed by the pastor, and everything stopped. There were no more paranormal occurrences in the house, and everything went back to normal.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;">-Demi

Dancing With the Devil <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">My mother once told me a creepy scary story about my great, great grandfather. Back in the day when he was a young boy his mom took him to a dance, ( back in the day they didn't mind of you took your kids) he was a young man at the time. He noticed a sharp looking man walking around to everybody dancing, and that man would touch people's<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> cheeks and they would all start laughing, he would go around doing this to everybody on the dance floor but its like they didn't even notice him while he was doing this. My mom said that my grandfather looked down to this man's<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> feet and he didn't have feet, he had hoofs. He said that the man was walking towards him, he got so scared, that by the time the man came to him, my grandfather passed out from being so scared. He woke up a time later and the man was gone nowhere<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> to be seen. My grandfather was so sure of it that he saw the devil himself. I'm not sure if he was over exaggerating or hallucinating or what. I'm not sure if it's<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> true either but my mom said that he was so sure of it that it really happened, he has passed on now so I can't<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> ask him but why would he lie about it. I believe him cause he was a truthful person<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> but maybe he was dreaming maybe not, that's something I or anyone else will never know. It sounds creepy and fake but you never know it could've happened because growing up I have learned that anything can happen to anyone, even seeing the devil he can make himself into a human form or even a dog for that matter. Maybe you've met up with him before and don't know it. He is deceiving and only comes to scare and hurt people. He comes as anything you ever wanted but will give nothing just take. -Alicia

THE GHOST GIRL “No,” Jay said. “Never. Absolutely not.”

Shauna pouted. “Please? It was your idea to sleep in a scary house. The least you can do is turn on a light.” Then, for some extra effect, she clasped her hands together and put on her sweetest smile. “Pretty please?”

Jay ducked his head, letting his untameable hair cover his face. He would not let his sister see him laugh. “Fine,” he said, his voice muffled through the hair. “I’ll turn on one.”

“Thank you!” Shauna chirped. She was relieved. This place was really, really creepy.

They were sitting on a wooden floor, facing each other. Faint moonlight from the single window gave off a slight glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. Above them, there was a light bulb. It didn’t have a cover on it, which made sense. Most people took their light covers when they moved.

Pushing himself up, Jay padded across the room and flicked the light switch. Suddenly, the room was bathed in light. Shauna gave a sigh. “Much better.”

“You’re just lucky nobody cut the power,” Jay said, sitting back down. He looked at Shauna, a small grin creeping onto his face. “If there wasn’t power, there wouldn’t be a light. And then we’d be in this big old house in the dark with nothing but the gho-“

“Stop it!” Clapping her hands over her ears, Shauna glared at her brother. “It was your idea to sleep in this house because you said it was haunted. Just because somebody died in here-“ “Very recently died in here,” Jay added. “-does NOT mean it’s haunted.” Shauna finished.

“Right. Whatever you say. Anyway, night.” Shaking his head, Jay lay down. Shauna heard him chuckle softly for a bit, and then he went silent. He must be asleep, she thought. Which was too bad, because Shauna would be up all night.

Without anything better to do, Shauna looked at the necklace she was wearing. It was a golden heart with initials on it, initials that Shauna didn’t know. E.D. The “D” was for Doe, which was the family that had formerly owned this place, but nobody in their family had a name that started with “E”. Before they had moved, they had gotten rid of a lot of their things. Mostly things that had belonged to their dead daughter, Betty. Shauna had seen the necklace at a garage sale and instantly bought it. She liked the feel of it around her neck.

//It must be weird dying so young//, Shauna thought. //I wonder if Betty’s happy. I wonder where she is.// Little did she know that soon, she and Jay would find out.


 * Jay woke up to a dull pressure on his arm. He groaned, scrunching his eyes shut. “Jay. Jay! Wake up.” It was Shauna’s voice.**


 * Muttering some unprintable things, Jay rolled over to face his sister. “Yeah?” he snapped. Then his face softened a little. She looked scared. “What is it?”**


 * “I-I have to go,” Shauna mumbled. “Like, really really bad.”Jay rolled his eyes. “So use the bathroom, genius. If there’s power here, there’s probably still water. I think I saw one down the hall when we came in.” He jutted his chin in the general direction of the bathroom.**


 * “Thanks, Jay.”**


 * “Uh-huh. Now let me go back to sleep. I was having a great dream that involved Taylor Swift.” Jay closed his eyes, listening to the sound of his sister’s feet go up the hall. The sound of screaming soon followed.**


 * Jay jumped up. “Shauna!” he yelled. There was no answer. “Shauna!” he repeated, darting up the hall. He heard laughter coming from one of the rooms, and swung himself into the doorframe.**


 * It turned out to be the bathroom. There was Shauna, sitting on the edge of the toilet. Her knuckles were white. And there was Betty, laughing as she- //Wait, wasn’t Betty dead?//**


 * “Hey, aren’t you dead?” Jay asked. Both girls turned to look at him. Betty’s laughed stopped, replaced by a snarl.**


 * “Yeah. Dead. It sucks, you know. I can’t leave this house. I can’t go in light places. And now I find out that my family gave away all my stuff!” She jabbed a translucent finger in Shauna’s direction. “See?”**


 * Jay blinked. “Uh, no, actually. I don’t. Listen, I am so confused right now. How about me and Shauna just leave.” He started to walk toward Shauna, but Betty held up a hand.**


 * “You can leave, but she’s mine now. I hate being forgotten. Now I’m going to make sure nobody forgets about me again. Oh, and just so you know, if you try and save her, she’ll be just like me. And I**
 * don’t mean with great hair. Get the picture?”**
 * Jay nodded. He looked at his sister, who was frozen in place. How could he have been so stupid? He should have just listened to her. If they had just stayed at home, in their nice, happy, bright- Something clicked in Jay’s brain. Bright. Ghosts couldn’t stand light! And since the house still had power… it just might work.**


 * Moving as swiftly as possible, he extended his arm until it rested over the light switch. Betty’s eyes went as big as saucers. “No! Don’t d-“**


 * “Too late,” Jay whispered in a dramatic voice. He lifted the switch, sending the room into brightness. The ghost began to become fainter and fainter, until suddenly she wasn’t there at all.**


 * “Jay,” Shauna breathed. “That was amazing.” She slowly rose off of the toilet, visibly shaking.**


 * “Thanks,” Jay said. He grabbed Shauna’s arm. “Come on. She’s gonna come back, you know. And personally, I don’t want to be here when she does.”**


 * Running out of the house, Shauna and Jay sprawled on the front lawn. “I never want to do that again,” Shauna stated. Jay nodded. “I wonder what she meant. ‘My family gave away all my stuff.’ That’s what she said, remember?”**


 * Jay nodded again, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, I remember. It’s kind of hard to forget.”**


 * Shauna shivered, causing moonlight to bounce off of her necklace. “Hey, do you think she meant this? I mean, I did get it at the Doe’s garage sale…” She took it off and tossed it to Jay. Jay looked at it carefully, tracing the initials. “E.D. Betty can be short for Elizabeth. This must have been Elizabeth Doe’s necklace.”**


 * Shauna made a disgusted face. “Well, then. I don’t really want it anymore.” Jay dropped it like a hot coal.**


 * “By the way, why were the lights off in the bathroom? You were in there!” Shauna looked down, focussing on a piece of grass.**


 * “I really had to go! I didn’t have time to turn on the light!”**


 * “Sure, whatever you say. Wanna get out of here?” he asked. His sister nodded eagerly. They stood up, linked arms, and walked home.**


 * Behind them, a silhouette of a young girl stared at them through a window. She watched them go.** -Hannah


 * The Bottomless Bottle**

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;">When I was a little girl my sister told me a story of her friend who committed suicide due to seeing the devil. One day she was sitting around and her friend came over to tell her that one of her friends have passed away, she was upset. Couple years later she decided to tell me what happened, her friend was at a house party in the rez and they were having the time of their lives. As the party was dying people were passing out and the guy (sisters friend) kept going by himself, he was starting to get scared because he was hearing things like the cupboards slamming and hearing hooves walking towards him but when he would look nothing would be there, he started drinking more but that wasn’t the answer. Bam, the devil was sitting in front of him talking to him telling him he wasn’t worth living and nobody really cared and he would look better in a coffin, just horrid things. He didn’t want to believe it so he tried passing out the devil wouldn’t let him. He started to believe the devil and so he kept drinking till the bottle was empty and soon enough it was, so he tried passing out and the devil said “look there’s more here for you.” The bottle would refill every time he finished it, soon enough he jumped out of the window and died. People noticed right away and called the ambulance and police and everything. Only one person knew it was the devil because they were pretending to sleep, they heard all the paranormal stuff heard him talk, but what he didn’t know was that he was going to jump out of the window. (I don’t know why he didn’t stop him or anything maybe he didn’t want to lose his life? I don’t know it will always be a mystery.) <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;"> -Taylor


 * Terror in the Wind**
 * Have you ever heard of the Whitigo? or maybe the Windigo? are you sure? everybody has. You may have heard stories about a hungry cannibal with no lips that wanders the north with a taste for flesh. Or maybe you've heard stories about a malevolent spirit that travels as wind. He speaks to you through the wind as howls and rustling of trees. It screams at you, beginning at a low rumble transitioning to a shrieking howl, until you run in terror. You will never hear the wind run until you encounter a Windigo because it chases after you. I'll tell you a secret, the shrieking wind storm chasing after you is the lip-less flesh craving cannibal.**
 * The story begins in the spring of 1987, south of Bell's Point. Three teens Andy, Shawn, and Sandra, park a rusty Chevy at dusk. They set off down a trail alongside the shores of Lac La Ronge Lake, laughing and chattering happily with a single flashlight, sleeping bags, and a 12 pack of Budweiser. "Are you sure the cabins this way? Dammit Shawn this better not be like the last time you got us lost" Andy retorted. "Don't worry guys its only a twenty minute walk this way!" Shawn exclaimed turning left as he lead with the flashlight.**
 * About an hour later the group of friends sat playing cards by candle light inside the windowless abandoned cabin, as Andy finishes the last beer. "Okay guys if were gonna stay in this creepy place over night I think we're gonna need a beer run" Andy decided. Sandra added "you can wait here Shawn, I don't wanna listen to your weird music on the way there, play solitaire or something."**
 * Shawn was sitting alone for about 20 minutes when the candle blew out. He fumbled for the matches, feeling the dirty table in the dark. He felt a wave of relief when he grasped the box, but just as he was about to strike a match he heard a noise that caused him to drop it. A deep low rumbling in the sky best described as thunder, it filled the room and consumed him. It felt as if it lasted an eternity. The sound went on. It was a deep malicious laugh. The wind picked up as the laugh gradually became more and more high pitched, turning into a scream, then... silence. Shawn's blood was pumping, and all he could hear was his heartbeat. He didn't know what to do. The wind picked up just as fast as it stopped and as the door flew open, the wind shrieked Shawn's name. He made a beeline for the door and ran like the wind. He heard footsteps all around and the wind enclosed him. He realized that even though his legs were still running madly he was no longer on the ground. He looked at what was grabbing him and saw the bony chewed and torn fingers wrapped around his arms. He was flying 60 mph through the sky higher and higher. Then SMACK he hit the ground. Almost unconscious he opened his eyes. The last thing he saw was a naked man skin wrapped tightly around his bones with no lips, a sunken in nose, and yellow teeth, trotting towards him.**
 * -Harmony**

Rolling Head


 * I've decided to write a story that was told to me when I was a child by an elder. I don't remember all the little details exactly as it was told but I'll improvise.**
 * There was an Aboriginal family of four, a mother, father and their two sons all living together in a tipi by the forest and lake side. Slowly, the father began to notice something strange with his beautiful wife's behaviour. She was gone a lot during the night, and would often come home with messy hair and proceed to talk to herself all through the night. One night he decided to follow his wife out into the woods. He told his two sons to stay put and left behind her. He snuck up behind her, making sure not to be seen or heard. But he heard her talking to what looked like a hole in the ground. She left a few hours later, and he proceeded to check what was in the hole. It was a mass of small, green snakes tangled together and he was confused and concerned for his wife's sanity.**
 * As the man came closer to his tipi, he heard his two sons screaming. He ran inside to find his wife chasing them with a spear. He tried to fight her and calm her down but she thrashed and swung at him, throwing the spear and almost hitting her youngest son. The husband realized that this wasn't going to stop so he cut her head off with an axe. He gave his two sons a small bag, of what they were unsure and told them to run. And never stop as long as they lived, to never stay in one place for too long. He did this because his wife, decapitated, was still alive. She sung a song that kept her head rolling after the boys. She said the snakes had told her she needed to kill them, and would not stop until she had done so.**


 * Brayden**

Death Knife
 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Whilst investigating the death of a local mechanic, a farmer called Jeff Little uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, sharp knife circulating throughout Saskatchewan. As soon as anyone uses the knife, he or she has exactly 15 days left to live. The doomed few appear to be ordinary people during day to day life, but when photographed, they look evil. **
 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Jeff finally gets hold of the knife, refusing to believe the superstition. As he touches the knife a collage of images flash into his mind from the time he was a child. Dark, loud voices begin to fill his head and it soon takes him to a graveyard where Jeff finds himself naked covered in a bloody rag. When Jeff notices his tongue has dog-like properties, he realizes that the curse of the sharp knife is true and calls his daughter, a welder called Georgina Little, to help. **
 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">Georgina examines the knife and begins to see writing all over the knife in a foreign language. Georgina calls in her finance Timmy, who knows different types of languages. Timmy discovers that it is Egyptian but cannot decode it because he has never seen words like that. Georgia sees that the knife’s words are sort of like a picture and sees a man cutting a piece of skin from himself and as though he is eating it. **
 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Georgina decides that in order to cure the curse one must eat a piece of skin from himself, but her father Jeff doesn’t want to do it. Georgina, not knowing what to do decides that she will put the curse on herself and check if it works. As she eats the raw piece of flesh she suddenly feels cold and scared but after a couple of weeks it turned out to work. Georgina’s father did the same thing and immediately destroyed that knife and they lived happily ever after. **
 * <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">-Caleb **

The Ghosts At the Mission Hill
 * This is a story told to me by my mom that was told to her by her great grandmother (tsapan).**
 * The mission was a place where children go to school that is also referred to as a residential school. My tsapan had four brothers that attended this school in the 1920’s. She didn’t have to attend school because she was the oldest girl so she had to stay home and help with the younger siblings. In September of 1927 my tsapan ' s brothers died in a tragic fire that took place in the school.**
 * The people of Beauval claim that a nun was pregnant from the priest so he set fire to the school where she was teaching. The nun along with nineteen students died. Although nobody will ever know the truth about why the school burnt down, ghosts make an appearance. Several employees at the residence claim they have encountered a ghost. It would make its appearance usually when a person was alone so to spook them. An employee was in the kitchen when a kitchen appliance turned on by itself then a piece of cutlery fell off the counter that spooked her enough to make her quit. Another employee was working alone in the evening and was spooked by the lights flickering then a book falling from the shelf. There are several stories about the ghosts at the residence and also in Beauval where they have made an appearance. A part of the building from the residence school was used to extend Beauval School and it brought a ghost with it. This ghost is seen in the halls of Beauval School. It is caught on video following a person walking down the hall. If you would like to view the video use this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ingsfTklEww**
 * The ghosts at the residence never did leave. They still come around and spook people as a reminder so people don’t forget the tragic event that took place in 1927.**
 * It would an interesting challenge to have a group such as ghost hunters to come and visit these ghosts and find out more about them. It would definitely take courage to encounter them and find out what they want and if they are friendly or harmful.**
 * -Gavin**

The Haunted Island
 * <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">One summer, 3 teenage girls decided to go camping on an island which was a 45 minute boat ride from town. One of the girl’s older brother drove the girls out to the island in his boat, but had to return to town to work early the next morning. He promised to be back around supper time the next day. The girls pitched their tent in the sand and started a fire. They swam, ate dinner and sat around the fire then put out the fire and went to sleep. One of the girls woke up in the middle of the night when she heard someone outside of the tent. She woke up the others and they assured her it was nothing, go back to sleep, they were alone on the island. All three fell back asleep but awoke an hour later to a burning smell. The tent was on fire! The girls scrambled out of the tent screaming. They grabbed whatever they could use to carry water and put out the fire. It was too late, the tent was destroyed. One girl then noticed a figure standing on a rock, fifteen feet away. The girls screamed in fear and the figure suddenly vanished. They were now terrified, tentless, and had no way home. They sat on the sand huddled together and waited for the brother to return. It was almost dawn when they noticed the figure appear again and start to approach them. They were all too terrified to move or say anything. The dark figure grew so close they could reach out and touch it, then it suddenly disappeared again. The girls remained in the same spot shaking until the brother returned. They scrambled to their feet when they saw him and ran into the water to reach the boat sooner. They never returned or spoke of the island ever again. **
 * <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif;">-Jessica **

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5;">Ambrose
 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.5;">There is a story in my community about a ghost being in the school. His name is Ambrose, he was a janitor here at Valley View School. I don’t really know what happened to him, and I’ve never see anything or heard anything. There is a video on Youtube, Ambrose walked by in the hallways and the teachers caught it on the school cameras. He walked by just before someone else did. In the video he is a black human like figure. Now that I think of it, is it really him? **


 * <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Calibri,sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">-Karie **

The Strange Glow**

=
A few years back, my friend Darielle had a strange incident occur. It was about eleven o’clock at night and she was in her room on the main floor of their house, when suddenly there was a greenish glowing light shining in from the window. She went to the window and was unable to see anything except for this light, when it should have been almost pitch black outside. The glow stayed for a few moments then disappeared. Completely shocked, Darielle ran downstairs into the basement to see her sister. As soon as they saw each other they both knew that they had seen the same strange glow. Darielle asked her sister ‘you saw it to right?’ and she replied with ‘yea, I went in the hallway where there’s no windows and that weird light was everywhere! I couldn’t see a thing!’. To this day there have been many strange occurrences in that house such as hearing people walking and talking when in reality there is no one in this house. Is it paranormal? Or just our imaginations taking over... ======

Moo Moo Lake
Many years ago, near Barrier Lake a man was canoeing alone. He had gotten tired and cold. He saw a large cave at a nearby island and went over. He went into the cave and examined it; it was a pleasant place to make a fire. He gathered wood and went back to the canoe to get his lunch. He went make a fire and ate. He heard footsteps and scanned the cave. He saw little people. They sort of looked like people made up of rocks. Terrified he dashed to his canoe, hopped on and paddled away.

He paddled all the way to his friend’s camp in Burnt Wood and told him what had happened. He drove him home to Sandy Bay. When he got home he told his wife the story. She told him to pray and she made supper.

Later that night he started to go bizarre. He started screeching “they’re coming to get me”, “their outside”. His wife called the clinic because she was worried about him. The ambulance came to get him and took him to the airport. He was supposed to be flown out to Prince Albert but he had died in the plane not too far from Sandy Bay.

My grandfather and a couple of his friends also went to the island. When they got to shore they heard a large number of footsteps, but they did not see anything because they departed right away.

They now call the island and the surrounding lake “Moo-Moo Lake” because of what had happened. They story has been told various times in Sandy Bay and no one is to enter the lake. People have spotted the “rock people” in Sandy Bay also and were alarmed so they ran to the nearest house panicking.

-Shaylene


 * The Golden Arm**

Once upon a time there lived a little family. An old man, a wife and their two children. The old man had a golden arm. He got it replaced after he lost his golden arm in the war. One day he went for a walk in the bush to get some fire wood. He heard a noise behind him than he turned around and saw a big grizzly bear. He jumped with fright. He fell because he was so scared then he died of a heart attack after the bear hit him. The mother went to go look for him then found him dead. She was so sad. The mother took him home and was going to burry him behind the house. The mom came up with a cunning idea to take his golden arm and sell it for money. The mom wouldn't tell this kids that she hid his arm under the bed. Every night the kids would hear a voice whisper "give me my arm, give me my arm." The little boy was getting scared every night because he would hear "son and daughter give me my arm." The kids tried telling there mother everyday but she wouldn't listen to them. So one night she went out to have a smoke and it was pitch black outside. Her two kids were sleeping inside and she accedentily locked herself outside. She couldn't get back into the house. That's when she heard a scary voice yell "give me my arm! give me my arm! or I will take your arms and legs!" She got so scared she broke the door down with an axe. She ran into the house and went under the bed to grab the golden arm. She dug up the grave then put the golden arm back with her dead husband behind the house. Then the mom told her kids why she hid the golden arm under her bed. After that the kids realized why they were hearing that scary voice. Then every night they two children and mom would go out to the back of the house to say good night and a prayer.

-Storm


 * Joshua**

A long time ago they decided to build a new school in La Ronge but where they decided to build it was where the cemetery was down town. They decided to move the graves that were in the way to a new grave yard but the left the rest of them there. The story is that they forgot to move one of the graves of a boy names Joshua. After the school was built Joshua would haunt it because they said he was angry about being left there alone and being bothered. Teachers would be in the school alone at night and hear the piano being played in the basement or doors being slammed. The kids did not like to go in to the basement of the school by themselves because that was where Joshua liked to hang out. Things would also be moved in the school and doors would open and close on their own. My mom said she was in the school at night with her parents cleaning and when she was younger before they tore it down and she said her and her sister heard a door slam by itself but they were too scared to go see if it was actually their dad playing a trick on them. I think it would have been cool to go to school in a haunted school.

-Brandon


 * The Old Lady by the River**

Long ago, before Sandy Bay was the way it is, there was an old lady who lived along the river bank. People always believed she was always up to no good. No one really knew her name. No one really talked to her. Because everyone was so scared of her.

She had eyes black as night and hair bright as light. It was a striking white. Her complexion was a weird brown, olive color. No one knew exactly how old she was but by the looks of it she was pretty ancient.

When she'd talk, her speech sounded slurred. Although she claimed to be Cree, her accent sounded different from most. Probably because she'd talk in different tongues sometimes.

A few elders claim they have saw her practice weird rituals and behave weirdly afterward. This went on for a while until people grew old of it.

The witch grew old of it too... until one day everything changed. She was enraged by all the hatred towards her. That she decided to do the unthinkable. She started to curse and murder people.


 * DUN DUN DUH*

After a few incidents with the tribe of Sandy Bay, people wanted her out! But she wouldn't leave. She was happy that people feared her. The people seen in her eyes.

The people wouldn't take this anymore so they started a mob to run her out of the village. They went to her house by the river bank and started it on fire. It went up big flames and you could hear the witch laughing.

"You pathetic creatures, you can not destroy me! I will continue to haunt you after my death! I will remain here in the cold winter waters! You will see me again when the seasons change..."

She was cut off then. Her laughter and smug speech turned to horrible screams...

It was done. The people thought she was dead and gone. But boy were they wrong!

When the seasons to turn winter, little kids have been lured to the river bank, then grabbed and dragged! People assume it was an accident until it happened more frequently... So take this as a warning little boys and girls. Don’t go by the river in winter or the old, cold witch will get you!

-Angel


 * Wolf in the Window**

Many moons ago, before I ever existed, I had a moshum and a kohkum; whom lived on their ancestral grounds out in a cabin among the wild animals. My moshum used to trap and sell furs in the winter and fished in the summer. He made a very generous, yet average, living. Because he knew his land very well and where the animals liked to inhabit, people were very jealous of him and his family. Although they would never understand the real qualities underneath all the jealousy and hatred, he was a kind and hard working man who always provided for his family; until one day....

My moshum and kohum (and cousins) were sound asleep in their nice warm cabin out in the woods, when they started hearing strange noises coming closer, and closer, and closer to where they resided. My moshum, (being the man of the house), got up and decided to go check it out. Just as he was getting up, the face of a wolf suddenly urged in the window, glaring at him eye-to-eye, as if he had something to tell him. Something not very nice or welcoming. He then grabbed his gun and loaded it and out he went into the darkness of the night. He opened the door, went slowly creeping around the corner to where he had seen the wolf, but there were no sign of a wolf anywhere; no tracks, no nothing. The next day he went to check him traps, which had always given him an honest wage, but found nothing. Nothing at all. Day, after day, after day, there was no sign of animals in his snares and traps. That same night he packed up everything he owned and left the land which he had grown up in as a boy, where his moshum and his kohkum, and their relatives once called "home."

It is believed until this day that a bad medicine man put a curse on him and his family, that is why they left....

-Bernadette

===It is rumoured that one of the ghosts haunting the school is a little girl wearing a blue dress. She appears as sweet as one can be but in spite can turn on you with a sharp cooking knife. I for one wish never to meet her for fear of meeting the end of that blade.===

===My kukom is a janitor there and when I was a kid I remember always being frightened to go to the washroom alone. When you're in the washroom there, they have a sense of feeling kind of cold and empty. When you're alone in the bathrooms you feel like somebody is there watching you or you can sense another presence besides your own.===

===I heard one time that this one guy was in the school gym alone. He looked up at all the pipes and poles up in the ceiling. He felt like they were crashing down on him or it looked like they were moving up and down, either one.===

===One time some kids were playing in the playground and they say they saw a man standing on the roof. They didn't recognize the man but to them it looked like he was trying to jump off it. The man looked at them crossed his arms and plummeted to the ground. Could it have been a ghost?===

===I've been in that school countless times. I can't say for sure if it's haunted or not but you get the sense of the school being kind of heavy. At times you feel like your being watched when there is nobody watching you or you don't feel alone even when you are. Maybe it's just my imagination running wild and no one else feels this way about the school but I for can say that's how I feel about it.===

-Brittany


 * The Whitagoo**

The year of //1960’s//, there was a story that spread through out Northern Manitoba from a small community where many people lived traditionally, such as hunting. They provided for their families and young ones. Every fall, the families used to leave their communities to the trap lines to go hunting and trapping for their fur to sell. The families would usually head out before freeze up. After freeze up they used to head back home. One family had taken off before the freeze up by boat away from their community as the other families all spread out in many directions. After the freeze up, most families returned to the community all except for that one particular family. People wondered why they never came back? Because it was time to sell their furs. Days went by, and they would hear in noises in the evenings such as screaming and hollering sounds. But as winter came to set in, the noises kept occurring. Meanwhile there was an old man who lived in the community who was known as a medicine man. He knew what the sounds were that the people have heard at night. So that old medicine man knew he had to go get that family. He got all his medicines and everything together knowing what to take. He than asked a young man to go. They started walking on the ice they walked in the direction of where people heard the screaming coming from. When they had reached there, they had stopped across a bay where a cabin was where the family went. The young man and the old medicine man got there mid-day, when the sun was at its peak. Before the stars set in, the young man laid out spruce boughs right across the bay towards the shore of the cabin. As the medicine man stood a distance away, the young man made a trail from the shore line leading to the old man. Then they waited. As they waited the old man turned toward the young guy and said “You have to put this medicine on your ears because when you hear this scream it’ll knock you out.” So as they put the medicine on …The young man asks “What you mean by screaming?” The old man turned to the guy and said “There is a whitagoo here and the whitagoo will stun you. That’s how they catch you when they scream and the reason for the spruce boughs is that’s the only way a whitagoo will cross water.” So, as they put the medicine together and prepared everything, and as the sun went down, they made a big fire across the bay from the house. This whitagoo started screaming, kept on screaming and it was coming towards them right where they made the trail with the spruce boughs. As it was coming towards them it was carrying a pail. It got closer, the young man and old man recognized it was the father of the family. As he got closer, they saw what was inside the pail. It was his family, his wife and kids, their limbs, hands, and feet. The old man knew what to do. You see this medicine man had a whip. He had put medicine on the whip as he started to whip the whitagoo down. Every time the old man hit the whitagoo he would fall and start crying cause the spirit of the whitagoo would leave him. Then as he would transform back to a whitagoo the man would whip him again. It went on all night until the next day. The old man and young man brought him back to the community. After they returned, they had to take him to a southern city because the man knew what he had done to his family and he couldn’t stop crying. He went insane so he had to be placed in an institution. Eventually, the cursed man died like and that was the story of people abusing the native medicine.

-Erin

**Chased By Wolves In The Night**

When my dad was younger he lived on the trapline with his mosoom. Their trapline was in the far north of Saskatchewan, the furthest north trapline run by Cree before Dene territory. It was a long trapline that took three weeks to travel. He learned how to hunt, trap, fish, run dogs and survive in the bush. He had a team of twelve Siberian husky dogs and a home made birch sled. The sled bag was made out of canvas by his kokum and he carried his fur and supplies in this bag. It was in the middle of winter when he was out checking his traps on the trapline. The night was dark and the moon was out when my dad was getting ready to make camp for the night. He had stopped in a long portage and he already had his fire going and was starting to make a shelter when he heard a pack of wolves howling close by. He could hear the pack of wolves coming closer and closer. The howling got louder every minute. My dad realized that all he had with him for protection was an axe. He didn’t have a gun or anything else to kill the wolves with. All of the dogs where getting very scared and wanted to go. They were pulling on their harnesses and whining, so he got on his sled and waited. He waited until he could see the shadows of wolves around him. Then he let go of the brake, jumped into his sled bag and the dogs took off. My dad had to hold on tight to the sled so he didn’t get thrown off. The dogs were pulling very hard and running fast, even though they had travelled all day long. My dad said that as he tore down the trail he could hear the wolves running in the bushes beside the sled. His dogs ran for a long time before they started to slow down and by then the wolves had given up on chasing my dad and his dog team. They were safe again.

-Olivia


 * //The Boy Under the Table//**

I was traveling home on the highway with my family and it was boring and taking forever and I got tired of playing I spy when all you could really see was the trees and stars so my step dad told me a story that happened to him when he was a little boy. It was almost Christmas and one of his cousin’s had gotten sick and passed away. His uncle and aunt didn’t know what to do with the presents they had bought their boy for Christmas so they gave them to my step dad. On Christmas morning he had lots of gifts he had gotten a lot of toys including his cousin’s his parent’s had told him his aunt and uncle had dropped them off for him to have since they didn’t know what to do with them anyways .He sure liked playing with the toys a lot but still missed his cousin very much he always liked to play under the table with the toys. One evening he was playing under the table with the toys and he couldn’t believe it his cousin was sitting right beside him just sitting there quietly playing with the toys he thought about jumping up and telling his parents but he knew they would never believe him so he just sat there and watched his cousin play with his toys he wondered if he was just seeing things a couple times while rubbing his eyes he was still there quietly playing he tried talking to him but he would never answer so he just sat and played with his cousin he would leave but he always came back to play under the table.

-Kimberly


 * Piano Player **

One lonely and stormy summer night two girls were sitting down stairs in their house. The storm had been going on for days. The two girls were down stairs waiting for their parents to get home from out of town. As they were talking in the basement of their house they heard the sound of a piano playing. They walked up stairs, looked at the piano and thought they were going crazy. So the girls proceeded back down the stairs. They then heard something fall upstairs, by this time they were freaked out by the sounds. The girls went upstairs to their room and sat on their beds. Scared and shivering the girls both loudly screamed as the lights started flickering. After five minutes of flickering lights the house was completely dark. The girls scared and alone in their house tried to find whatever they could to light up their room. Finally one of the girls found a candle and matches, they put the candle in between their two beds. The other girl suggested that they try sleep. As the girls were falling asleep they heard the piano in their living room start playing again. Both girls jumped out of bed like frogs and ran to each other. One girl said “What should we do?” the other girl scared for her life slowly walked towards their bedroom door to the living room. As they opened the door they couldn’t hear a thing, so they both got into one bed. Sitting there with both their teeth chattering and their whole body shaking they just looked at each other not saying a word. After what felt like twenty minutes of sitting there doing nothing and completely scared, there was a loud knocking on the front door. The girls both went to see who was at the door. When they got to the door there was nothing or no one there. One of the girls started shaking the other girl calling her name, the other girl woke up to the sound of her name and realizing that she just had a bad dream.

-Hailey

**__The Holy Family Hospital Ghosts__** In 2002, when I was just a little boy about 11 years old, I saw a woman in a window at the Holy Family Hospital. It scared me because when I was staring at her she started to fade away. The next night I went to see if she was still there but she wasn't there any more. After that day I had a terrible nightmare. It was the scariest dream I had in my entire life. I woke up that night about 3:00am, I was sleeping on the couch. I woke up crying and sweating really bad. That was the worst nightmare I ever had. So the next day I didn't go to the Hospital. I knew it really was a old abandoned Hospital. After one year I started to get really curious about the Hospital. I was 12 years old at this time. So I went back to visit this Hospital, I couldn't go right to the front door because there was a huge fence around the perimeter of the Hospital. I just stood at the front gates about 9:00 at night. Then there she was, but something was different. The woman was now carrying a baby looking out from the top floor window. Once had seen her, I quickly looked away thinking about my nightmare, but I could feel her still looking at me. I got this weird tingly feeling go right through me. I quickly ran home after that, scared out of my head. That was the last time I went to that Hospital, and it stayed that way. A couple days later I was sleeping on the couch in the living room, when I got up for some weird reason. When I woke up I heard something coming up the basement stairs. It was dark and about 2:30am in the morning, when the person came up the stairs I then realized that it wasn't a person. As I stared at the figure. It had stopped in its place. This was a ghost. I froze and just stared at the dim white figure. I was so terrified I said if you are a ghost, wave to me, then it happened, the ghost slowly waved with its right arm towards me. Right then I was scared. This was the first time I had seen a ghost. Right after that the ghost disappeared into the darkness behind it. I quickly tried to sleep, but I couldn't, I was just to scared, It took me a good 2 hours to fall asleep again. The next day I told my family about this, but of course they didn't believe me. To this day I still remember about that woman in the window. Could she have started that awful experience with the nightmare and ghost sighting? I'll never know, but about three years ago when I just moved here to La Ronge, my mom had told me that I was born in that Holy Family Hospital in 1992, when it was still up and running. This really shocked me and started to make sense to me why I had seen that ghost. But the ghost I had seen in the Hospital of the woman, I have no clue why she had a baby in her arms.

**This was a true scary story that happened to me.**
 * -Garry**

=** __The Undead__ **=

Jane and her boyfriend Tanner were driving down a dirt road heading out of a small town outside of Regina at around twelve in the morning, when a cop came up behind them and flashed his lights so they would pull over. They started to pull over and the cop unexpectedly rammed his front end of his car into the back of theirs. They started to panic. Tanner immediately pulled off to the side of the road and got out of his car. “Jane stay in the car!” said Tanner. He raised his hands as if to show he didn’t have a weapon. As he did the cop started to speak into the speaker. The only noise that came out was a low grumble then static. Tanner couldn’t see into the cop’s front window very well, the only thing he discovered was a large dark shape. The cop door opened very slowly then out stepped a massive shadowy figure with flames for eyes that started to burn a bright purple. Tanner tried to force himself to run as soon as he looked into the creatures burning eyes, except the creature was too fast. It stretched its black arms into an impossible length and grabbed Tanner violently by the neck. Tanner tried to yell for Jane to run but his scream was drowned out by the screeching of the creature. Jane bravely started to get out of the car, when she looked at what was happening she froze. Jane tried to remember what to do when a dead creature was raised by a Necromancer, however it was all fuzzy. Jane’s grandmother had taught her how to send an undead spirit back into hell that was hiding in another form when she was seven. Jane’s grandmother had been a necromancer which is a person who has the power of being able to raise the dead. Jane’s mother also had this gift before she had died giving birth to Jane. Her grandmother had died when she was eight so Jane knew very little about sending an undead spirit away. While Jane stood frozen there for around five seconds Tanner was being viciously choked to death. She had to think fast if she was going to save him, except that she was too scared to think straight. She panicked and ran straight for the undead creature not knowing what to do she hurriedly picked up a rock a tried bashing its head. It succeeded for a second because the creature dropped Tanner and immediately turned on her. She started to back up then bumped into something. She found herself to be trapped between a monster and a cop car. She tired focusing on what her grandmother had told her to do when an undead spirit tried to kill her. Then all of a sudden she remembered she had to will it back to hell. While she tried to focus Tanner was throwing rocks at it, the Monster barely noticed but got annoyed and charged him. It hit him exactly full in the chest with its shoulder and a loud crack sounded, just as Jane finally banished the horrible creature back to hell. Jane wasn’t sure if the creature was really gone or just hiding, but she didn’t care she just wanted to see if Tanner was still alive. Once she got to him she found that most of his ribs were broken and sticking out of the skin, she cringed at the site but called 911 right away. The ambulance arrived quickly and a few large black figures jumped out of the vehicle. Jane began to panic when she realized it was more undead spirits...

-Caley

//**The Night I Saw Bigfoot**//

It was a dark and moonless night you could almost feel the air it was so thick. You could see the faint outline of the log cabin. That cabin had family living in it; a dad, mother, and two eight-year old twin sons. They were playing in the house. It was almost bed time for the kids and the dad listened and heard someone whistling outside. The house had quarter inch gaps in between the logs in places. The faint whistling of someone it was so tuned it almost made him fall asleep and his kids did fall asleep. Then he heard scratching on the logs; he did not know what to do. He looked through on of the gaps in the logs and saw something that looked like a bear. But this was not a bear; it was standing on two feet like a human. He quickly lunged back and immediately thought of his childhood memories of Big Foot, the mystical creature that was like a bear but stood on two feet. But he had never heard of any stories of it whistling. He went on a search to find bullets for his 12 gauge shot gun. He could only find three so he knew he would have to make them count. He listened outside and heard nothing but the faint sound of wolves howling. He thought the the animal might have left. When he looked again through one of the cracks he saw a pair of dark red looking straight at him. He quickly got the kids and their mother up and told them run out to the horse drawn carriage and get to the town that was 3 miles down a dirt road. Suddenly Big Foot banged on the wall; hit it so hard that it had 1 inch deep imprints in the shape of its fist. He waited until the animal was on the far side of the cabin and then told everyone to run out to the carriage. "Go! Go! Go!", he yelled and they ran. Big Foot started running after them. He shot and missed! He loaded up again and hit its arm; its arm fell off. The mystical creature stopped to pick up its arm and just like a robot put it back into its socket and started running again. The kids were huddling together. The parents were so in awe that the animal just put the arm back into place and kept running like nothing had happened! "Two miles down, one to go!", the dad said and loaded the shot gun up again. This time he hit the animal right in the center of its body. The shot slowed down Big Foot and they got away from it because it turned back. The family went straight to the sheriff's office and told him what happened. The sheriff sent four of his best men to go to the cabin. They only strange thing they could see was that the door was open. When they walked into the cabin they could see that Big Foot had rummaged through it. Big Foot stood at the outside of the cabin looking in. He saw one man sitting outside guarding the door and knew he would be the easiest one to get. Out of the corner of his eye the man saw a big flash of dark brown fur coming toward him; he was immediately knocked unconscious. The animal ran into the bush dragging its food. Big Foot and the man were never seen again. No one can figure out what happened to the man and no one has seen Big Foot in that area since!

-Houston <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 3965px; width: 1px;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> THE GHOST GIRL

“No,” Jay said. “Never. Absolutely not.”

Shauna pouted. “Please? It was your idea to sleep in a scary house. The least you can do is turn on a light.” Then, for some extra effect, she clasped her hands together and put on her sweetest smile. “Pretty please?”

Jay ducked his head, letting his untameable hair cover his face. He would not let his sister see him laugh. “Fine,” he said, his voice muffled through the hair. “I’ll turn on one.”

“Thank you!” Shauna chirped. She was relieved. This place was really, really creepy.

They were sitting on a wooden floor, facing each other. Faint moonlight from the single window gave off a slight glow, casting eerie shadows across the room. Above them, there was a light bulb. It didn’t have a cover on it, which made sense. Most people took their light covers when they moved.

Pushing himself up, Jay padded across the room and flicked the light switch. Suddenly, the room was bathed in light. Shauna gave a sigh. “Much better.”

“You’re just lucky nobody cut the power,” Jay said, sitting back down. He looked at Shauna, a small grin creeping onto his face. “If there wasn’t power, there wouldn’t be a light. And then we’d be in this big old house in the dark with nothing but the gho-“

“Stop it!” Clapping her hands over her ears, Shauna glared at her brother. “It was your idea to sleep in this house because you said it was haunted. Just because somebody died in here-“

“Very recently died in here,” Jay added. “-does NOT mean it’s haunted.” Shauna finished.

“Right. Whatever you say. Anyway, night.” Shaking his head, Jay lay down. Shauna heard him chuckle softly for a bit, and then he went silent. He must be asleep, she thought. Which was too bad, because Shauna would be up all night.

Without anything better to do, Shauna looked at the necklace she was wearing. It was a golden heart with initials on it, initials that Shauna didn’t know. E.D. The “D” was for Doe, which was the family that had formerly owned this place, but nobody in their family had a name that started with “E”. Before they had moved, they had gotten rid of a lot of their things. Mostly things that had belonged to their dead daughter, Betty. Shauna had seen the necklace at a garage sale and instantly bought it. She liked the feel of it around her neck.

//It must be weird dying so young//, Shauna thought. //I wonder if Betty’s happy. I wonder where she is.// Little did she know that soon, she and Jay would find out.



Jay woke up to a dull pressure on his arm. He groaned, scrunching his eyes shut. “Jay. Jay! Wake up.” It was Shauna’s voice.

Muttering some unprintable things, Jay rolled over to face his sister. “Yeah?” he snapped. Then his face softened a little. She looked scared. “What is it?”

“I-I have to go,” Shauna mumbled. “Like, really really bad.”Jay rolled his eyes. “So use the bathroom, genius. If there’s power here, there’s probably still water. I think I saw one down the hall when we came in.” He jutted his chin in the general direction of the bathroom.

“Thanks, Jay.”

“Uh-huh. Now let me go back to sleep. I was having a great dream that involved Taylor Swift.” Jay closed his eyes, listening to the sound of his sister’s feet go up the hall. The sound of screaming soon followed.

Jay jumped up. “Shauna!” he yelled. There was no answer. “Shauna!” he repeated, darting up the hall. He heard laughter coming from one of the rooms, and swung himself into the doorframe.

It turned out to be the bathroom. There was Shauna, sitting on the edge of the toilet. Her knuckles were white. And there was Betty, laughing as she- //Wait, wasn’t Betty dead?//

“Hey, aren’t you dead?” Jay asked. Both girls turned to look at him. Betty’s laughed stopped, replaced by a snarl.

“Yeah. Dead. It sucks, you know. I can’t leave this house. I can’t go in light places. And now I find out that my family gave away all my stuff!” She jabbed a translucent finger in Shauna’s direction. “See?”

Jay blinked. “Uh, no, actually. I don’t. Listen, I am so confused right now. How about me and Shauna just leave.” He started to walk toward Shauna, but Betty held up a hand.

“You can leave, but she’s mine now. I hate being forgotten. Now I’m going to make sure nobody forgets about me again. Oh, and just so you know, if you try and save her, she’ll be just like me. And I don’t mean with great hair. Get the picture?” Jay nodded. He looked at his sister, who was frozen in place. How could he have been so stupid? He should have just listened to her. If they had just stayed at home, in their nice, happy, bright- Something clicked in Jay’s brain. Bright. Ghosts couldn’t stand light! And since the house still had power… it just might work.

Moving as swiftly as possible, he extended his arm until it rested over the light switch. Betty’s eyes went as big as saucers. “No! Don’t d-“

“Too late,” Jay whispered in a dramatic voice. He lifted the switch, sending the room into brightness. The ghost began to become fainter and fainter, until suddenly she wasn’t there at all.

“Jay,” Shauna breathed. “That was amazing.” She slowly rose off of the toilet, visibly shaking.

“Thanks,” Jay said. He grabbed Shauna’s arm. “Come on. She’s gonna come back, you know. And personally, I don’t want to be here when she does.”

Running out of the house, Shauna and Jay sprawled on the front lawn. “I never want to do that again,” Shauna stated. Jay nodded. “I wonder what she meant. ‘My family gave away all my stuff.’ That’s what she said, remember?”

Jay nodded again, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, I remember. It’s kind of hard to forget.”

Shauna shivered, causing moonlight to bounce off of her necklace. “Hey, do you think she meant this? I mean, I did get it at the Doe’s garage sale…” She took it off and tossed it to Jay. Jay looked at it carefully, tracing the initials. “E.D. Betty can be short for Elizabeth. This must have been Elizabeth Doe’s necklace.”

Shauna made a disgusted face. “Well, then. I don’t really want it anymore.” Jay dropped it like a hot coal.

“By the way, why were the lights off in the bathroom? You were in there!” Shauna looked down, focussing on a piece of grass.

“I really had to go! I didn’t have time to turn on the light!”

“Sure, whatever you say. Wanna get out of here?” he asked. His sister nodded eagerly. They stood up, linked arms, and walked home.

Behind them, a silhouette of a young girl stared at them through a window. She watched them go. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 3969px; width: 1px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">My mother once told me a creepy scary story about my great, great grandfather. Back in the day when he was a young boy his mom took him to a dance, ( back in the day they didn't mind of you took your kids) he was a young man at the time. He noticed a sharp looking man walking around to everybody dancing, and that man would touch peoples<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> cheeks and they would all start laughing, he would go around doing this to everybody on the dance floor but its like they didn't even notice him while he was doing this. My mom said that my grandfather looked down to this mans<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> feet and he didn't have feet, he had hoofs. He said that the man was walking towards him, he got so scared, that by the time the man came to him, my grandfather passed out from being so scared. He woke up a time later and the man was gone no where<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> to be seen. My grandfather was so sure of it that he saw the devil himself. I'm not sure if he was over exaggerating or hallucinating or what. I'm not sure if its<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> true either but my mom said that he was so sure of it that it really happened, he has passed on now so I cant<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> ask him but why would he lie about it. I believe him cause he was a truthful person<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;"> but maybe he was dreaming maybe not, that's something I or anyone else will never know. It sounds creepy and fake but you never know it could've happened because growing up I have learned that anything can happen to anyone, even seeing the devil he can make himself into a human form or even a dog for that matter. Maybe you've met up with him before and don't know it. He is deceiving and only comes to scare and hurt people. He comes as anything you ever wanted but will give nothing just take. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 4285px; width: 1px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;">When they were digging up the foundation for our house when it was first being built, they found long, black hair. The hair was located where my room is. My room used to be my mothers room when her and my grandparents first lived here. My mom was between 13-15 years of age at the time. She was babysitting her siblings all alone, talking to her cousin on her phone in her room. As she was talking to her cousin, she felt something staring at her. She looked towards her door and saw a shadowy-like figure. She said the figure looked like a girl with long, black hair, much like what they found when the house was first built.

That incident isn't the only time anyone has ever encountered this little girl. My grandpa was home and he heard a kid laughing, which was odd because my mom and her siblings were either somewhere else or asleep. The laugh came from the back door upstairs in our house, so he went to check who was there. When he went to check, he saw a little girl with the same long, black hair. She laughed, and suddenly she wasn't there anymore.

After all of this, and many other creepy and paranormal happenings that occurred here, such as loud footsteps when no one else was home, cupboards opening and shutting on there own, and hearing voices, a pastor was asked to help cleanse and bless the house. The house was blessed by the pastor, and everything stopped. There were no more paranormal occurrences in the house, and everything went back to normal. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 4494px; width: 1px;"><span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21.4286px;">When I was a little girl my sister told me a story of her friend who committed suicide due to seeing the devil. One day she was sitting around and her friend came over to tell her that one of her friends have passed away, she was upset. Couple years later she decided to tell me what happened, her friend was at a house party in the rez and they were having the time of their lives. As the party was dying people were passing out and the guy (sisters friend) kept going by himself, he was starting to get scared because he was hearing things like the cupboards slamming and hearing hooves walking towards him but when he would look nothing would be there, he started drinking more but that wasn’t the answer. Bam, the devil was sitting in front of him talking to him telling him he wasn’t worth living and nobody really cared and he would look better in a coffin, just horrid things. He didn’t want to believe it so he tried passing out the devil wouldn’t let him. He started to believe the devil and so he kept drinking till the bottle was empty and soon enough it was, so he tried passing out and the devil said “look there’s more here for you.” The bottle would refill every time he finished it, soon enough he jumped out of the window and died. People noticed right away and called the ambulance and police and everything. Only one person knew it was the devil because they were pretending to sleep, they heard all the paranormal stuff heard him talk, but what he didn’t know was that he was going to jump out of the window. (I don’t know why he didn’t stop him or anything maybe he didn’t want to lose his life? I don’t know it will always be a mystery.) -Taylor <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 5143px; width: 1px;"> Josh

This is the tale of “Josh”, a legendary story in La Ronge. Back in the early 1970’s there was a school referred to as “Old Precam”. It was located on the hill on the now empty lot between the Post Office and the Hospital.

And so the story goes….

The school was haunted by a figure that was eventually named Josh. Teachers and janitorial staff recount witnessing weird and paranormal activities happening throughout the school on a very regular basis. Desks would randomly move around the classroom, chalk and chalkboard erasers would seemingly fly across the room, books would tumble off the bookshelves. All through out the school doors would randomly slam. No one wanted to be there after hours or alone.

On several occasions, people came into a classroom to discover the name Josh written on the chalkboard and that is how the “figure” was eventually named and referred too.

As it turns out, this location was actually a cemetery at one time but all the graves were relocated in order to develop on the lot. People felt that there must have been a single gravesite that had not been moved during the construction of the building. The story has it that these random and unsettling activities continued until the building was eventually torn down and the site returned to bare land.

Incredible as it is, my Dad actually went to this school for shop (in the basement) and recounts that this story was commonly known and accepted around town. He lived in the house behind the Motor Inn for a few years while the school was still there and his parents were friends with several of the teachers at the school. They all reported that these were actual events (some actually witnessed several themselves) and no one questioned that any of it took place. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 5374.5px; width: 1px;"> Stories from your community The following is another story told to me by my mother which was told to her by her grandmother. My previous story was about the mission hill ghosts and now I will tell a story about what happens at the Mission Hill since the fire took place. The school was still in operation with students living in the residence. Many of the employees running the school, dorms and kitchen were from the community and all had a story or two to share about the ghosts. One person in particular was working in the kitchen and was getting ready to leave for the evening when suddenly she heard pots banging in the kitchen cupboards. She was spooked and decided to leave immediately. She told herself that she would not be in the building alone anymore to avoid this happening to her again. She showed up to work early one day and the others that usually arrive early weren’t there yet so she decided to get ready for breakfast knowing that they would be arriving soon. She walked through the kitchen, when suddenly a chair slid out from under the table so she walked a little faster when another chair moved. Suddenly a door opened and footsteps were heading toward her and to her relief it was one of her coworkers. She was spooked with what was happening but was not afraid because no harm was ever done to anyone. She continued to work at the residence until the day it closed for good. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 4645.5px; width: 1px;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">The Child under the Basement Stairs. When I was younger, my sister used to tell me stories of a little girl named Lucy. The girl was left tied up in the basement by her daddy Wendle. Not long after that Wendle moved away, to a new house down the road, without the little girl. It was in this new house that Wendle realised he was no longer alone. The little girl had died down in that basement, hidden under the stairs, but her ghost had followed him, seeking revenge. On the first night, Wendle heard laughter, but it was not the happy laughter of a child playing, it was the laughter of a child who'd gone insane and it was a horrible sound when you are supposedly alone. He didn't think anything of it, blamed it on the wind running through the attic. On the second night he heard footsteps running up and down the stairs, but when ever he went to check, all he heard was the laughter and his heart beat. Wendle was beginning to question if this was the feeling of guilt over flowing into hallucinations, and brushed it off as such. On the third night, while he slept in the room upstairs, the Lucy's body crawled sluggishly down the road, over the front lawn, and knocked patiently on the door. After a while she began crying, the cry of a broken soul, it's a sound that truly chills you to the bone. "Daddy! Daddy I'm cold! Daddy open the door please? I'm so cold, Daddy please!" She called through the night. Wendle sat frozen in his bed,and didn't dare to move. That morning Wendle crawled out of bed and got ready or work, trying desperately to dismiss it all as a bad dream, though try as he might he couldn't simply ignore the smell of decay, and the claw marks that bit into the wood of his door. "Daddy" had had enough, he followed the trail of decaying bits to a hole under the front steps, and crawled into it. It was a horrid smell and the deathly black darkness that swallowed him up had an icy tinge. Blind in the space under the steps, he suddenly began to panic. The hole he had crawled into was gone, there was no way out but to follow the bits of rotting flesh to where ever Lucy was hiding away. Suddenly, he felt the dirt floor give in under his feet, and hit concrete hard. He was in the basement of his old house, and sitting across from him was the child under the basement stairs. Wendle tried to scream, tried to run, but found he was bound with an old rope, and gaged with a handkerchief. Then oh, so quietly Lucy began to wake up slowly stretching her wretched body, as though just getting up from a nap. "Hi daddy! Did you miss me? I missed you so much daddy! So so much I had to come back and show you the wonderful place I lived in!" Lucy smiled a wicked smile and grabed Wendle by his hair, dragging the man across the concrete floor. "But I'm gone now daddy, I died here. So I came back and brought you down here to die like I did, all alone and afraid. How could you do that to me daddy! You said you loved, but you let me die all alone, and didn't even say goodbye!" Lucy whaild to the man as she threw him under the stairs. "So goodbye daddy, I'll see you on the other side!" The bodies where never found, only some old rope, and bits of the fantom Lucy. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 6408.5px; width: 1px;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,Times,&#39;Times New Roman&#39;,serif; font-size: 13.3333px; line-height: 20px;">Years ago before my parents were in school they decided they needed a new school in La Ronge and they thought the best place to build it was where there was a cemetery, they moved all of the graves to build it but they forgot one, Joshua. It was said that Joshua was angry for being left behind alone and was lonely too plus really angry that his death was disturbed by people. Joshua would do all sorts of things in the school to scare people and get attention. Teachers who were alone in the school would hear the piano playing in the basement or doors opening and slamming closed and things would be moved around. The students didn’t like to go into the basement alone because that’s where most of the things Joshua did were. My parents didn’t go to the school because it closed before they went there but it was used for other things. When my mom was younger her and her sister were there helping my grandparents clean and she said that they heard a door slam and they don’t think their parents were anywhere near it but they were to scared to go and check it out and just hoped it was my grandpa playing a trick on them. I don’t think it was a trick, I think it was Joshua and I wish the building was still there because I would love to go and check it out for myself. <span style="display: block; height: 1px; left: 0px; overflow: hidden; position: absolute; top: 4842px; width: 1px;"> <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px; text-align: center;">The Woman in the Lake By Erin Berthelot <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;">When I was younger, my friends and I were camping up at the lake with some family. The whole day, we were in the water, either fishing, playing, or swimming. Even as night came we continued to play down at the shore. The moon and the fire were the only things letting off some light in the whole area. As we were splashing down in the water, and trying to fish even though we couldn't see very well, one of the adults came down from the fire to talk to us. He pointed out to the water and said "Have you ever heard the story of the woman that drowned?" We shook our heads 'no', still staring into the distance, where he had pointed.

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> "There was once a young lady who would come out here with her husband." He said, gesturing out at the water once again. "They would come out here and ride on the husband's boat until the sun would set and they would go home."

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> "Until one day, the woman fell in.." He threw a rock into the distance and we watched as it hit the surface and splashed, sinking lower and lower. "No one quite knew the story, some say the man had pushed her in, others say it was an accident."

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> A shiver came over the three of us as we stood, knee deep, in the water. "No one ever found the woman, but, they did find her wedding ring." He paused as he looked out at the water. "People say, if you go swimming with a ring on your finger, the woman will grab your hand and drag you into eternal darkness."

<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,clean,sans-serif; line-height: 14.5482px;"> With that, we all jumped out of the water and ran back up to the fire, looking back at it every once in a while to check for the woman.