So it became quite apparent that the story that the little boy revealed was actually a real event that occurred many years before. The man died on the operating table at MemorialHospital that same night. But the event turned tragic that December night in 1959, as yet another car came careening out of control and plowed into the kindly man and his son. They attempted to use a trailer to tow the car out of the snow bank. The man who lived in the house (at the time) and his son came running outside to assist the woman. A woman’s car had slid off the road and had gone into a ditch (which had since been filled…however, the grandson described the ditch in detail). The neighbor told him the story of a particular car accident, many years before, on a cold winter’s day. Our house history researcher, of course, didn’t see anything at all and just thought maybe the boy had a wild imagination until….one day he happened to talk with a neighbor. He pointed and said…”grandpa…don’t you see the lady’s car?…it’s in the ditch…and the man…he is running through the snow to help her…but there’s another car… and the man is hit hard and he’s dead…” He had come to his grandfather and described in great detail a strange event that he insisted had occurred in front of the house. However, what made him finally take things seriously was something his little grandson said. His haunting began in the typical fashion with lights and electrical appliances going on and off at whim, strange disembodied voices, and finally actual apparitions. He lived in an old farmhouse that had been built around 1824. Clutching his search (containing that critical documentation needed to find any answers) he took a seat beside me in the local history room and we began the task of unearthing one of the most unusual Lewiston stories I had ever heard.įirst of all, he reassured me, he was not a person who normally “believed,” but he just did not know what to make of what was happening around him. A construction worker by trade, he was so anxious to make some sense of what was going on that he came directly to the library still in his work clothes and covered in dirt. One of the first house histories I worked on was for a man who lived on Upper Mountain Road, in the Town of Lewiston, just west of the Tuscarora Nation.
Here are their stories…not one of them is make-believe. No matter if you are a believer or not, the undeniable truth remains that some people really and truly believe that they have encountered spirits. I have left out the exact addresses and the names of the owners to protect their privacy. Over the next few weeks, I will introduce you to some of the “real” haunted houses in the Niagara area. Some are terrified and live in constant fear of nightfall. And most of the requests, probably 90%, are for one reason only: the inhabitants really and truly believe that they are sharing their living space with honest-to-goodness ghosts. A great deal of my work involves researching the local houses and establishments in Niagara. As the genealogist at the Lewiston Public Library, people come to me for more than just help with finding grandma’s birth certificate. Especially about things that go bump in the night. Even a little library, like the Lewiston Public Library, has its stories. Don’t let anyone tell you the library is a dull place.
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