Why GhostsofDeloro?

One of the most popular questions I've been asked is why GhostsofDeloro, or sometimes I have it as Ghosts_of_Deloro or GODeloro. The latter two are user names for game sites and the second one, Ghosts_of_Deloro, I have as an email address. The answer is quite simple, it comes from my past.

At one time I lived in a small town in North-Central Ontario called Deloro. It is about a 3 hour drive south west of Ottawa, just off highway #7, the Trans-Canada Highway.

Deloro is an old Gold Mining town. The mine was in operation from the 1800's to the mid 1950's. And as rumour and experience has it, there are many ghosts of former residents and employees of the town and mine that live on there. The house I lived in was just one of many such houses.

Before moving to Deloro, I had friends there who would tell me stories of their ghosts. I at that point had not experienced anything on any of my visits. My experiences would not begin until I had moved there. And boy, did I have some experiences.

The events started just a few weeks after moving in. And only once had I ever felt uncomfortable about what happened. It was the fall that I had moved in. I was at home alone one afternoon when it started. The windows started to shake and rattle. It was as if someone were standing there and rocking them back and forth. They were the old wooden sash type windows. The kind that you lift and put a stick underneath to hold up because the counter weights had long been removed.

Well, it was really starting to get to me. I was wishing that that wind would just die down. Or at least I thought that it was the wind blowing and shaking the windows. I looked out at the trees along the street, and not one tree was moving as they should have been for such a commotion with the window. I stepped out side and sure enough, there wasn't even a breeze. Well, I had had enough of the windows rattling so I got ready and went next door to my friends house. I had mentioned the wind and they said that there was no wind.

So, I had told them about the windows and how they were rattling and banging as if there was a wind. They then asked me if I had noticed any thing else. I said yes, I have noticed the smell of woman's perfume upstairs near the bathroom. A very sweet floral scent.

They then told me that this was not unusual. That anyone that has lived there has smelled that perfume and that 'things' went on in that house. I just shrugged it off. It didn't seem to bother me. I had had experiences in the past with ghosts.

During my 3 and a half year stay at that house, it was quite common for us to smell coffee, eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, eggs and toast being cooked and to hear dishes being rattled in the kitchen around 4:00 am. The dishes would rattle at other times of the day too, generally around meal time. We'd go to investigate and when we got to the kitchen, there would be no-one there. At times after we had cleaned the house from top to bottom, we would go upstairs and outside one of the bedrooms there would be the most horrendous smell. It would be a cross between cancer and someone decomposing. At other times, we'd see someone (a shadow) either climbing the stairs or sitting on the bed in the room at the top of the stairs or hear someone walking around upstairs when we would all be downstairs. On one occasion, I had seen a cat (not mine).

On one occasion, my son was in his room and was getting chilled. He decided to close the window. He took a step towards the window and the stick holding it open was knocked out and the window slammed shut, apparently on it's own. Other times, when all the windows were closed, we would hear a door being slammed shut, and when we'd go and look, sure enough, a bedroom door would be closed.

Now before you go asking, "How much had you had to drink when these things happened?", I must tell you, I drink very little. Only the occasional social drink. And many of our experiences in that house at one time or another had been witnessed by one friend or another.