Strange But True: Canadian Stories of Horror and Terror
This is a chilling collection of 50 accounts of truly unusual events and experiences that are told by the people who experienced them. Are there ghosts here? Yes. Are there strange coincidences here? Yes. Are there strange creatures of the forest here? Yes. Are there conspiracies here? Yes. Are there horors here aplenty? Yes, yes! The accounts come from many regions of Canada and cover the last hundred or so years. These fascinating first-person accounts originate in the columns of old newspapers or in the highly readable narratives derived from correspondence conducted by the author with present-day witnesses.
Shake hands with your fears and dreads. Here are engrossing and unsettling occurences that are supernatural or psychical, paranormal, or parapsychological, all betweent he covers of one book. Not for the faint of heart! Highly exciting reading!
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“Murday” the name that was written on the box, I don’t know how I found it, me and my dad were just digging up ground to make a new foundation in the yard, that’s when I found it. Sitting there not even two feet in the ground was a small cardboard box with the name “Murday” written on one of the top flaps, I didn’t want to tell my dad about it for he might have discarded it, so I took it out of the ground and ran inside. Curiosity and excitement were running through my head I couldn’t wait to open it and see what was inside, as I entered my room I sat on my bed getting more and more excited when finally I opened it. At first I was confused, the box had nothing but dirt inside, but then I shifted through the dirt and found things that were utterly disgusting, inside the box were several dead birds, heads severed and wings twisted in ways I don’t even want to describe, I didn’t want to search through the box anymore but something kept pushing me to. I shifted through some more and found a document, it read “My name is Murday, and I have buried this box in hopes that someone will find it and bring my memory back to life. I have buried several boxes like this one all over the country so my memory will live on in them, if you are reading this please spread the memory of me, don’t let me fade away.” I was shocked when I read this, millions of thoughts rushed through my head, “who was this Murday” I can’t get him off my mind, I can’t let his memory fade away, I won’t. Find the boxes, bring the memory of Murday back to life.
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