| Niagara's Ghosts at Fort George, By Kyle Upton Copyright ©1999
Kyle Upton I Met a Pie-Man Going to the Fort - July 1996-
Not everyone who experiences something on the Ghost Tour is anxious to talk about their
experience in front of the gaggle of curious Ghost Tourites who often gather in front of
the fort at the end of the tour. Somethings, it takes a little prodding for someone to
tell their ghost story. After much pestering, one of the families on the tour forced their
sixteen year old daughter to come forward and describe what she had seen. Reluctantly, the
young lady explained that as the tour was leaving hte fort at the end of the evening, she
had seen a man standing beside the sentry box at the front gate. She describes him as a
very skinny old man of perhaps seventy. He was wearing blue overalls and a red plaid
shirt, and had very short grey hair which was slightly balding at the front. Although his
cheeks were sunken and creased with wrinkles, there was a sparkle in his eyes as he smiled
and waved as the tour filed by and moved out of the fort. In his other hand he carried a
meringue covered pie, presumably lemon.
Seance Side Effects - July 1995-
Having finished a tour for the Fort George staff, the group retired to the Barracks for
a seance. Sadly, nothing unusual occurred during the seance, although two members reported
hearing childlike giggling from the direction of the stairway. While leaving the fort
afterwards, hoever, one staff member claimed to have seen a soldier waiting at the front
gate, watching to make sure everyone got out safely. As the group made its way into the
parking lot, Sonja thought she saw a male figure leaning against a cannon just outside the
gates of the fort. Assuming that it was just her imagination playing tricks, she did not
say anything. Coming to work the next morning, it was no surprise that there wasn't a man
by the cannon, but strangely, the cannon itself was also missing. As cannons of the type
she describes weigh about 4,000 lbs, and since Fort George has not reported one stolen, we
can only presume that our phantom artillerist took his weapon with him.
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