Ghost Stories




Elizabeth & Gordon WrightIn 1939-1945 my husband, Gordon D. Wright served in the second world war on corvette ships.  Their uniform required a sailor to wear a hat.  After he died in 1993 I kept the uniform and took the HAT to hang in the main room at 'The Point' cottage.  Carole, Bob and I and their children were sitting in the living room and the day was clear with no wind or movement in the room and the hat fell off the hook.  We were all startled and could not solve how this could have happened... A spooky story.  ~ Elizabeth Wright








It was in the 1970's - '78, '79, in there. During that time we only had a few friends visit with us at The Point cottage. In fact, we only had two couples stay with us at The Point. It happened first to our friends Penny and Brian Bethune.


Dora (Denison) WrightWe would delight – and I suppose we still do – in filling up our visitors' heads with island stories and the history of Beachgrove Island. One morning during their stay, Penny and Brian had a story of their own to tell. Apparently, late the previous night, in the witching hour, Brian said he got up to visit the 'head' (my father-in-law’s navy terminology is still used in our family). As he felt his way along in the dark, he was startled to glimpse the vague outline of an old woman in front of him. As we listened to his story, Susan suggested this was probably her dear departed granny, Dora Louise (Denison) Wright, daughter of Col. Frederick C. Denison. She then proposed, with a nervous laugh, that granny Dora may have been upset at finding strangers in her cottage.


About a year later we had friends Brian and Maureen Kennedy visiting for a weekend. At breakfast on the last day of their stay at The Point, Maureen, wide-eyed and serious, told us that, in the middle of the night, she had awoken to the feeling, very strongly, of another presence in the dark near their bed. She had been sleeping in granny’s old room. This time we blithely said 'Oh that was probably granny Dora again.' Curiously, and maybe coincidentally, neither of these couples ever stayed overnight in the cottage again. ~ Robert Ashley




My sister Carole and I return to 'the point' each spring as early as the receding ice allows.  While cleaning the usual debris from mice and squirrels, removing batons, moping and dusting we noticed that an old, small alarm clock on the mantle just started to tick after remaining dormant for the winter.  We were surprised by the time indicated on the read the current hour and minute!  Looks like granny, dad, and Uncle Gordon had returned also.  Another ghostly story! ~ Nancy (Wright) Milano





I think that we have established that 'The Point' is haunted or at the very least is visited by friendly spirits. I give you another incident.


That same summer following Gordon Wright’s death, my mother Libby, husband Bob and I were having breakfast looking out the kitchen window, enjoying the view and discussing our favourite, but often repetitive topic, the weather. To our amazement, we saw a very large bird perched on a branch of one of the loftier pines, close to the waters edge, staring at us through the window. Our excitement was energizing, and since we could not identify it, we immediately looked it up and found that the amazing bird was a peregrine falcon.  This was a first. We did not need convincing that once again, husband and father Gordon had come to pay his respect.


Believe it or not!  ~ Carole (Wright) Swetman





Maud Esther Borden (Denison) BowmanMy grandmother told me this story.  At night at Agiochook, she would often hear footsteps on the veranda.  She decided to name her vision of the armour-clad spirit Alexander Howder Douglas.  She also decided that he was her guardian angel.  This was a concept we all embraced. ~ Judy Cherrington