For decades, a ghostly woman in chains appeared in the upstairs bedroom of Victoria’s oldest home, pleading for help — until workmen digging near the front porch uncovered her skeleton buried seven feet deep in quicklime.
For decades, a ghostly woman in chains appeared in the upstairs bedroom of Victoria’s oldest home, pleading for help — until workmen digging near the front porch uncovered her skeleton buried seven feet deep in quicklime.
Two centuries ago, a desperate young servant girl buried a piece of amber in the frozen Nova Scotia earth and summoned something with rows of gleaming teeth and an ungodly stench. Every Christmas Eve since, it returns to collect its payment — in flesh.