A collection of ghost stories, eerie encounters, and gruesome tales from one of Canada’s most interesting cities.
Montreal is a city steeped in history and culture, but just beneath the pristine surface of this world-class city lie unsettling tales of uncanny phenomena, dark deeds, haunted buildings, and forgotten graveyards. The dark of night reveals buried secrets, alleyways that echo with the footsteps of ghostly spectres, and memories of ghastly murders and unspeakable acts that will make your blood run cold. Read, if you dare, about the ghost that wanders Griffintown in search of her missing head, top-secret experiments conducted on unwitting subjects at McGill University, and the mysterious gunshot deaths of a mother and son in their mansion, among other terrifying stories.
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About the Author
Mark Leslie is the author of Creepy Capital and Tomes of Terror as well as many other books on the fascinating and paranormal. He is also the editor of Campus Chills and Fiction River: Feel the Fear. Mark lives in Waterloo, Ontario.
Shayna Krishnasamy loves a good chilling tale. She is the author of the teen fantasy novel Home , and also writes romance under the pseudonym Lola Rooney. She lives in Montreal.
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The Tobogganing Ghost of Simon McTavish
In the late 1700s, Simon McTavish was the richest man in Montreal.
An immigrant of Scottish decent, McTavish prospered as a fur trader,
founding the North West Company, which would compete for business with the more well-known Hudson’s Bay Company, and eventually merge with it. Like many rich men, McTavish was known to be arrogant.
He was also somewhat of a dandy, and according to Donovan King, who conducts ghost tours of Montreal, he would strut around town in the finest garments, wearing elaborate jewellery and whacking anyone who disrespected him with a gold-tipped cane. Though he was in no way a nobleman, he insisted on being called “The Marquis.”
Perhaps in an effort to literally look down on the inhabitants of
Montreal, McTavish purchased a swath of land on Mount Royal, the highest point in the city, right next to a property owned by James McGill.
Soon after, in the early 1800s, he began construction of a grand castle for his family, to be built in the Scottish baronial style. As work on the castle neared completion, McTavish liked to stalk around the construction site,
striking anyone working too slowly with his infamous cane.
Then fifty-four years old, McTavish would often make the trek up the mountain from his home in Old Montreal on foot. It was on one of these occasions that he was caught in a rainstorm and developed a cold. Being a stubborn man, he would not listen when his doctor instructed him to stay in bed to recover and as a result, his cold developed into pneumonia,
then pleurisy, and finally killed him just weeks before the castle was set to be completed.
There was an elaborate funeral. A mausoleum was built to house his body and a tall stone monument was erected in McTavish’s honour. But work on his beloved castle, so close to being finished, was abandoned.
Over the years the structure began to crumble. In an episode of the podcast
Listen with the Lights On, King muses about how at one point the disintegrating castle resembled a giant hollow skull from the street below as snow collected in the gaping windows, or “eye sockets.”
Twenty years later, in 1821, McGill University opened its doors, the crumbling castle looming over its buildings from Mount Royal. It didn’t take long for stories to begin to circulate on campus about McTavish,
his tomb, and his ghost. These rumours may have been prompted by the school’s rabble-rousing snowshoeing club apparently the bad boys of the 1800s who liked to get drunk, strap on their snowshoes, light their torches, and run amuck across the mountain. King likens the sight of these boys and their torches going up the mountain to a fiery snake.
Apparently, this band of mischievous youths liked to make a pit stop at McTavish’s tomb to try and rouse his spirit by yelling and carrying-on.
On one particularly passionate occasion they even went so far as to break into the mausoleum and vandalize the place, tipping over the coffin and spilling McTavish’s remains across the floor.
Simon McTavish’s ghost saw its chance and escaped.
It wasn’t long before there were reports of ghost sightings at the castle.
McTavish’s spirit was seen peeking from the doors and windows of the abandoned structure at night. It was even reported that the apparition could be found dancing on the castle roof on moonlit nights. But in perhaps the most Canadian description of a ghost sighting ever reported,
McTavish’s ghost was spotted tobogganing down the slopes of Mount
Royal in his own coffin.
The residents of Montreal became fearful of the mountain after these sightings, and as the castle was a terrible eyesore it was demolished in
1861. To put an end to the desecration of McTavish’s gravesite, the rubble from his castle was used to bury his mausoleum for good. During the demolition a construction worker fell three stories to his death, which some believe was McTavish’s last act of revenge against those trying to bury his legacy as well as, quite literally, himself.
On the Haunted Mountain ghost walk, King posits a logical explanation for the tobogganing ghost. Though it may not be widely known it was almost impossible to obtain legal cadavers, or corpses, for dissection in the classroom until the mid-1800s. Professors had to get creative in order to teach their anatomy lessons, and it’s said that one such McGill professor, nicknamed “The Resurrectionist,” did just that.
In the dead of night he would climb up Mount Royal to the Catholic cemetery and dig up a corpse from one of the unmarked paupers’
graves, which wouldn’t be missed, then strap it onto a toboggan and ride down to the medical building.
So we’ve either got a grave-robbing and possibly unhinged professor of medicine, or a dead millionaire out for a joy ride down the slopes of the mountainside he once considered his. Personally, we know which story we’re sticking with. There’s nothing more Canadian than a tobogganing ghost, after all.
Table of Contents
- Foreword by Donovan King: Montreal, a Haunted Researcher’s Paradise
- Introduction by Shayna Krishnasamy: I Have Seen Things in the Dark
- Mary Gallagher and Her Missing Head
- The Tobogganing Ghost of Simon McTavish
- Ghosts of the Old Royal Victoria Hospital
- Sleeping Above a Cemetery: Ghosts of the Grey Nuns Convent
- The Murderer’s Cross
- Arthur Ellis and an Accidental Beheading: Canada’s Most Famous Hangman
- Mark Twain’s Montreal Telegraphy
- Ghost in the Flames
- Books, Blood, and a Ghostly Prankster: The Ghost of McLennan Library
- Cholera Ghosts and Un-Ghosts
- Haunted Grounds: Ghosts of Duggan House
- The Echo of Footsteps
- Clubbers Beware
- A Montrealer’s Experience with Slade the Spiritualist
- The Slave Who Burned a City: The Trial of Marie-Joseph Angélique
- The Redpath Murders
- The Heroic Death of John Easton Mills
- The Pervasive Legend of the Flying Canoe: Honoré Beaugrand’s Tale of a Deal with the Devil
- Now for a Dow Debacle: The Curse of the Old Dow Brewery
- Unspeakable Torture and Mind Control: Project MK-ULTRA
- Eight (or More) Ghosts in the Museum
- Mysteries in the Montreal Skies: UFOs, Flying Saucers, and Other Unexplained Sights
- Maud: The Willow Inn Ghost
- Careful, This One Bites: Wayne Clifford Boden, “The Vampire Rapist”
- The One-Legged Ghost of Jack McLean
- Murdered by the Mob: Organized Crime in Montreal
- Give Ghosts a Chance
- The Missing Village of Hochelaga
- Not Too-Tall Tales of a Radio Station Ghost
- One Town, Two Poltergeists
- The McGill Student Who Killed Houdini
- The Knotty Poltergeist
- Very Little Rest for These Mount Royal Spirits
- Locked Up for an Eternity: Haunted Montreal Prisons
- The Last Hanging: The Crimes of Adolphus Dewey
- A Timeline of Tragedies: Historic Violence, Massacres, and Disasters
- Conclusion by Mark Leslie: Why Share Macabre Tales?
- Appendix: More Than Just a Little Fresh Air and an Eerie Perspective: Haunted Montreal Walking Tours