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Update July 2011
One of our readers writes:
"My first experience (the first week I worked there...what fun!) was in the summer of 1996 when I was working at BCPV as a relief worker ( I noticed another person that did the same job sent in a story about an experience, that is probably because relief workers work in all the buildings so they are more likely to have an experience being exposed to all the buildings).
The first week I worked at Black Creek I was assigned to the second Stong home. It was a two story home. I sat in the kitchen and gave people an introduction to the house. I then directed people to follow a specific route through the house, this was designed so that the staff person knew how many people were in the house at any time. The people all had to exit down the stairs to my left into the kitchen and out the front door. I always counted people so make sure I knew how many people were in the house at any given time.
One day I had been sitting in the kitchen for about 30 minutes or so and the house was completely empty. I would add that with old wooden flooring you can hear people walking through out the house. So, I absolutely knew I was alone. The room above me had a large spinning wheel that people loved to reach over and crank, it made a really low creaking noise. I always had to run up the stairs and tell people not to touch it, it was an artifact. So, when I heard it creaking away, I ran up without thinking, shouting as I went not to touch it. When I got to the top of the stairs, of course no one was there. This happened about 3 times that day. I was starting to get irritated and a little weirded out, but mostly annoyed I don't recall feeling scared.
On my lunch break I told a permanent staff member what happened. Her response was, "Oh that's just Michael." Apparently, the Stongs had a child who was a bit of a black sheep and he died a hunting accident. The BCPV staff claim he is a mischievous ghost who likes to mess with people, especially new people. This continued for several weeks, the same thing with the spinning wheel...I finally stop trying to go up and check, it always happened when I was alone.
One day a few weeks later, once again I knew I was alone. This time I heard from upstairs in the next room to my right a stool dragging across the room. This time I was scared for some reason. It sounded almost violent and it was very loud. I went up and the stool in question had not moved at all. After that I never heard anything.
Another home I worked in was the Flynn house, Mr. Flynn was a shoe maker and the staff speculated that the house was haunted by his wife, who did not like men. Apparently, men who worked there heard a lot of things. People thought that Mr. Flynn was abusive to his wife. I was warned that if I locked the front door the latch in the wood shed in the back room of the house would open. Despite my experience in the Stong home I thought this was a little far fetched. But sure enough, when I tried to lock the front door, I heard a latch open in the back of the house and as suggested the back door of the wood shed room was open. I thought that the staff were messing with me. But this happened almost every day I worked there. I ended up getting the last shift there for awhile. This didn't scare me at all, I took to saying Hello and Good bye to Mrs. Flynn every day.
There are a few other houses at the museum that are rumoured to have strange activity, I definitely felt uneasy in some of them, but I never experienced anything else. Needless to say my experience with the ghost of Michael Stong made me a firm believer in the paranormal, if I wasn't already."
Our thanks to the witness for sharing this experience with us, and our readers. We appreciate it.