Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Canada. Scarier Than It Sounds.

I know Halloween was sooooo last week but in the spirit of such, I wanted to post about something that positively terrified me earlier this year. 

I went to Canada.

HORRIFYING, right?  Nah, Canada is great.  Except for how clean it is.  And that goofy accent.  And how overwhelmingly polite everyone is.  Other than that, it's great!  Plus, poutine!!!

Whatever.  I'm getting off track.  My Sister lives in Nova Scotia and for funsies booked us a hotel room in Halifax so we could play tourist and explore the waterfront and the city.  Which, by the way, is one of my favorite cities and if you ever get the chance, tour the city on one of these little ditties.

Which we totally did.  It's an hour long tour that takes you through the streets of Halifax where you learn all kinds of nifty stuff and then it plunges into the harbor (excuse me, harbour. when in Rome and all) for the second half of the tour.  

 My beautiful Sis pretending being the middle daughter didn't scar her forever. 

Saint Mary's Cathedral Basilica consecrated October 19, 1899

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Old Burying Ground founded in 1749.  The only picture of mine that won't upload is of the Burying Ground.  Naturally.


Halifax has been around for awhile and has an absolutely fascinating history which includes receiving the bodies of the deceased from the Titanic while the survivors went to New York. 

With all of this history, I can't help but wonder if it had anything to do with what I experienced the night of September 28 in our hotel room in Halifax, directly facing the waterfront. 

Sis and I were sharing the king size bed and after watching The Voice or something equally mind-numbing, she dozed off to blissful tranquility.  I normally have a pretty difficult time getting to sleep and this night was no exception.  I turned on my bedside lamp and cracked open my book.  Wicked, by the way.  Awesome-sauce.  Definitely getting tickets if it ever comes back to Salt Lake.  

I eventually feel my eyelids getting heavy so I close my book, shut off the lamp, and snuggle in for sleep.

I'm not sure how long I was out but I was ripped from my slumber by the most anguished, desperate, bloodcurdling scream I've ever heard.
The sound terrified me so furiously that I started screaming.  And then I saw it.  Or him.  At the foot of the bed.  Leering towards me was the dark outline and face of a man who seemed to stay at the foot of the bed yet hover closer to my face simultaneously.  

The screaming wouldn't stop.

It seemed to be the exact second that I realized the screaming was coming from my own raw throat that I heard my Sister say, "Dawn.  I'm here".

My eyes had already been open but it wasn't until I turned and looked at her that I really saw her.  I threw both arms around her and willed my heart to stop trying to gallop it's way out of my chest long enough for me to try to figure out what the effing hell just happened.

I have never been more uncontrollably terrified in my entire life. 

She said I simply started screaming and she tried four times to say my name but she couldn't get any words out.  She said her voice just wouldn't come out.  I asked how many times I'd screamed and her response of "at least 5" made me glance at the hotel door waiting for security to come pounding.  It had been such a gorgeous night, we'd left the windows open and I was positive someone would have heard the murderous ruckus.

No one knocked on the door.  No one called the room.  I still have no idea what happened to me that night but I do know one thing.

If you're going to get yourself murdered, don't do it in a hotel in Halifax.

    










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    1. I did not love it. Nope. Not one bit. But you're welcome. ;)

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  2. Dawnn!!!! The night terrors should have stopped by now. I can't believe you have struggled sleeping your entire life. Also- I didn't know that titanic stuff there. Thats cool.

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    1. Just one more reason why booze is my friend.
      I learned SO much about the city that made it even cooler.

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  3. Now what the h-e- double l was that? Freaky! And it's never happened to you before?

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    1. Once before. Also in a hotel room being shared with a friend. She frantically turned on the lamp when I started the screaming nonsense and I asked her, "That was me screaming, wasn't it?". Dark shadow man standing at the foot of my bed. This time in Halifax, the figure was more detailed. Good times.

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  4. Wow, people are so polite there that they won't even dare to interrupt a murder. How did no one respond to a blood curdling scream!?! Wait a second, Canadians add the extraneous "u" to words like "harbor"? I'm out. I thought I'd love Canada, but extra vowels is my breaking point.

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    1. This nomination is long overdue but I officially declare you the best comment maker in the all of Bloggydom.

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  5. Too much poutine will do that to you sometimes.

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    1. Say it ain't so! Looks like I'll be seeing this creep often then. Who needs sleep anyway?

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  6. Consider yourself lucky. How often does one actually scream? Unless you are under ten years old, its probably next to never. Your mom breeds well.

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    1. You make a very valid point. Didn't even scream on Halloween. Also, you're a bad person.

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    2. Say hi to your mom for me. And sister.

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  7. I just laughed. Which makes me a bad person.

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  8. i knew there was a reason i'd never go to canada.......

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  9. That was a scary story.

    Well written. Felt like I was there.

    Or maybe I was.

    Oooooooooh! Spooky stuff!

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    1. I thought that spectre looked slightly familiar!

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  10. The last time I was in Halifax, I went on a Ghost Tour of the Citadel. Maybe one of them wandered down to your hotel room? By the way, we went on the Harbour Hopper too. Those things are noisy as hell but fun when they plunge into the water! Sorry, as a Canadian, I should have ended that last sentence with "eh?"

    LOVED your comment on my blog today about the Starbucks cup. Two girls, indeed.

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    1. CA-REE-PEEE! Though, that tour sounds like it would have been pretty interesting. Eh? ;)

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  11. Have you ever tried having the spooky guy dream interpreted? It might be something in your past you haven't gotten over or moved on from. I had a weird dream over the weekend. One that made little to no sense at all, but then made completely perfect sense after it was explained.

    Freaky that your sister was unable to say your name to wake you up.

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    1. I haven't but I have googled it and apparently it's pretty common. A lot of people have seen the same thing and had a very similar experience.

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  12. She couldn't get any words out... Sounds familiar to me. CLICK.

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    1. Good NIGHT!!! Absolutely horrifying. I would probably never sleep again if I'd had the paralysis along with everything else.

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  13. Oh my lord, chills. I have had that very same nightmare, and it is terrifying. The open mouth, no sound. Fright like no other.... you made my heart pound, lady.

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  14. Good god, I have been there, done that. Creepy figure and all. Body wouldn't move, screaming but no sound.

    And no one came to your rescue. WTF.

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    1. How often has it happened to you?

      Seriously Canada! Thanks for nothin!

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  15. Oh...my...gosh...WTH? Literally! Who or what was that?! And since it happened before, is "he/it" following you? May I suggest being more careful around cemeteries? I have read that "things" can attach to you, if you are not careful. It is disconcerting that your sister was not able to connect to you for several tries. (And I do feel for her; I am a middle child, too.) Oh, yikes. This is truly frightening. I would research this, if I were you. ( I say as I am making the sign of the cross.)

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    1. The first time it happened I started to do some research but the more I read, the more scared I got and I found myself dwelling on it. Especially when I was trying to get to sleep. So I stopped. I told only a few people about what happened to me. But then it happened again this year. I'm hoping writing about it and making light of it in a way, will help it have less power to terrorize me.

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  16. I am absolutely DELIGHTED that you are still as witty as ever! Almost as delighted as shopping for a new shade of lipstick... And your lipstick shade Darling? FABulous! Simply FABulous... Cups Up! xoxo

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    1. Ohhh, note to self... don't get murdered in Halifax...

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  17. Wow, I would have to say, that is scary. I have had similar things happen. Mine ends with me yelling and nothing coming out of my mouth. It usually ends up me shooting someone. Thank you NRA!

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  18. Good lord, woman, that's horrible. Night terrors! I get sleep paralysis on occasion and that sucker makes a person terrified to the point of hyperventilating, so I hear you! Not literally though, seeing as how Halifax is a whole 3000 miles or so from me and it's you know...five months later. But HI! Glad you're alive and well.

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  19. What in the actual f*ck??? 1: You have had this nightmare before. 2: OTHER people have had the SAME nightmare. 3: Now I'm worried I'm going to have it too.

    Moving on: sounds like you had an otherwise lovely time in Halifax. I was there once but I was about 3 years old so I can't really remember any of it...not even a creepy old man.

    Sorry I'm so late to the party.

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