Friday, 19 June 2026

Library Legends at Memorial University Campus

Library Legends at Memorial University Campus

By Dale Jarvis

University students love an urban legend, and those at Memorial’s St. John’s Campus are no exception. Over the years, dozens of legends have been told and retold in late-night residence storytelling sessions, a tradition I suspect will not end anytime soon.

Apart from stories of suicides in the tunnels, and the tales of murdered corpses dumped in various ponds, no part of the university has gathered more urban legends than the large, sloped-roof Queen Elizabeth II Library at the heart of the campus. 


No, the library is not built backwards, contrary to what some alumni might tell you. It was specifically designed that way by architect Charles Cullum. 

“The building is tiered to get the most from the northern light,” explains the library’s 2014 annual report. 

And no, the library is not slowly sinking under the tremendous weight of its books. If someone points you towards bookshelves kept empty to avert imminent disaster, don’t panic. That particular legend is told about libraries everywhere from Hamilton to San Diego, and none of those have sunk under the earth. Not yet, anyway. 

On a more supernatural note, the QEII Library is also supposedly haunted by a bathroom ghost, often reported as haunting the ladies washroom on the 4th floor. Stories vary, but include accounts of washroom users hearing someone enter while they are in a stall, but then finding themselves alone when they exit out to the sinks. Others have experienced eerie or intense feelings in various library bathrooms, and there are rumours that visitors will sometimes catch the reflection of a woman standing behind them in a mirror, only to find no one there when they spin around. 

In 2004, a folklore student told a researcher that the phantom is that of a woman whose office was once located on the fourth floor of the library, adding, “she retired and she died, but apparently they did renovations to the library and they moved, her office out of there altogether and put the ladies washroom there. And legend has it that she haunts that washroom.”

Friends trying to study on the fifth floor were once frustrated by someone in the next room making a racket, and called security to make a report. When they responded, there was, of course, no one in the next room. 

A ghostly woman has also been seen wandering the stacks, tables, and quiet areas of the upper floors, described as a pale female figure in a long dress. This mysterious figure has been seen by students, faculty, and staff alike. Over time, she has acquired the nickname of “Mrs. Williams,” and is rumoured to be a university staff member who passed away just before the new library opened. 

“They say that her ghost wanders the stacks at night,” an eyewitness writes. 

A cleaner working the 11pm to 7am shift heard the elevator doors open on the fourth floor. A moment later, a woman appeared right next to the cleaner, looking lost. When the cleaner asked the woman what she was doing, she spoke, saying she was trying to find her way out. 

“I almost hit you with my mop!” the cleaner said, and moved to stick it in their bucket. When they looked back a second later, the cleaner found themselves completely alone.

Not to be outdone by the library, the MUN Folklore and Language Archive in the Education Building may have acquired a ghost of their own. In 2020, a graduate assistant on her first day of work was sent down to the basement vault to sort through files.

Alone in the vault, she got busy sorting through papers. Then, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She felt an impending sense of doom. The quiet hum of the room was suddenly alive with the sound of loud, clacking shoes pacing the floor, getting faster with each step. The assistant dropped her pencil and peeked down each aisle of the vault, finding them empty. She jammed the files back into their box and made her escape. 

She has not been back to the vault since.






Wednesday, 18 February 2026

Investigating Hauntings at the Anna Templeton Centre, Duckworth Street, St. John's, NL




With a history dating back to the 1840s, originally serving as the Bank of British North America, the iconic Anna Templeton Centre on Duckworth Street is the perfect spot for an exclusive exploration into true hauntings. In partnership with the ATC, the St. John's Haunted Hike hosted two investigations into the building's reported hauntings on Friday, February 13th, 2026, at 7pm and 10pm.

Back around 2009, I had talked with Ashlynn Kenny, who was then a student at the Anna Templeton Center. She claimed not to be the only person who has experienced weird things in the building.

“It was almost the end of the semester and I was in the dye studio waiting for a classmate so we could do our final project together,” says Kenny. “I was sitting in the window doing some embroidery with one earphone in listening to some music so I didn't feel so lonely and I hadn't bothered turning on the lights since there was plenty of natural light coming in through the windows.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Kenny could see the door of the new elevator addition. Suddenly, she saw a figure walk into the room.

“I hadn't heard the elevator doors open or the ding that preceded that, but I didn't even think about that at the time,” she describes. “I looked up to say hi, thinking it was my friend, but there was nobody there. I was so freaked out by that I had to go down to the weaving studio where I knew there were people and couldn't go back up to the dye studio for over an hour.”

A classmate also had some experiences in the dye studio. One day she felt as if someone or something had tugged on her apron. Other students have heard things like shuffling on the tables in the dye studio and the looms in the weaving studio, and even the noises of children.

“I don't really know much of the history of the building so I have no idea of anything that may have happened on the premises in the past,” says Kenny. “I don’t know how much of this is true and my own experience could have been due to an active imagination, but there's no denying the creepy feeling that comes with being alone in the dye studio.”

Other stories I heard before the investigation included references to similar experiences with children's voices and the sound of laughing or giggling, the sound of children playing when none were there, and even of doors locking from the inside on their own. 

Our investigators were given an introduction to the history of the building, and a walkthrough of the space. Then, they proceeded to explore the building, and utilize a series of tools in an attempt to make contact with the property's supernatural residents. Over the course of the evening, several things were reported by the investigators:
  • One participant felt the presence of someone, possibly male, standing behind him on the 2nd floor
  • Others reported drained camera batteries, or phone apps starting/stopping on their own
  • One woman reported seeing the Spirit Trumpet “wobble”; one man heard a voice answer “yes” through the trumpet when he asked if anyone was present.
  • Words and phrases revealed through various means seemed to have an emphasis on financial matters, debts, or losses.
  • A gentleman who identified as one who has had experiences in the past stated that he felt no negative spirits in the building during his time there.
  • Several people reported weird feelings or sensations in the former bank vaults: one woman felt she had to push her way through something that didn’t want her there as she moved deeper into the vaults; another experienced a sudden sharp headache when entering the far vault.
  • Two people, one from each group, took photos in the same room on the third floor that turned out foggy; another captured a short video of an orb moving in one of the building’s stairwells.
More research is needed to futher explore and explain these experiences.  To be notified of future possible investigations at this property and others, join the Haunted Hike Investigations email list

To learn more on the building's history and use see:

  1. https://heritagenl.ca/wp-content/uploads/2026/01/044-Bank-of-British-North-America.pdf
  2. https://www.annatempletoncentre.ca/who-we-are

Thursday, 5 February 2026

Paranormal Investigations at the Anna Templeton Centre, Friday the 13th


278 Duckworth Street, St. John's

Friday, February 13th

Investigation slots: 7pm-9pm, and 10pm-Midnight

With a history dating back to the 1840s, originally serving as the Bank of British North America, the iconic Anna Templeton Centre on Duckworth Street is the perfect spot for an exclusive exploration into true hauntings. 

Storyteller and folklorist Dale Jarvis of the St. John’s Haunted Hike will guide investigators through the supernatural history of the site, and then participants will explore its labyrinthine interior and back hallways … in the dark… attempting to document this historic building’s paranormal activity.  

With a max of 20 people per group, tickets are extremely limited. 

$45 per Investigator +tax and fees

120 minutes 

Book at:

Saturday, 15 November 2025

Sold thanks to St. Joseph! A ritual to help you sell your property.

 


Statue de St Joseph portant l'enfant Jésus dans l'église St Joseph du Bessillon - image by Fernandes Gilbert, Wikimedia


Originally published in The Telegram, St. John's, NL, 2010

Have you heard of the practice of burying a little statue of St. Joseph in front of your house, in order to help it sell? If you have, or have done it yourself, let me know! dale@dalejarvis.ca

A friend of mine, Karen Moore, has been going through the process of selling her house in St. John’s. A while back, a few people had looked at the house, but there were no firm offers.

“I was helping my mom clean her basement to put things away after Hurricane Igor,” Moore says. “That was the time I put my house up for sale. She has lots of figurines and statues and she said, ‘Oh here, take this, it’s St. Joseph. St. Joseph will help sell your house.’”

St. Joseph, the foster-father of Christ and husband of the Virgin Mary, is the patron saint of fathers and manual workers. He is especially beloved by families, expectant mothers, travelers, immigrants, craftsmen, engineers, and working people in general. Perhaps in part due to his training as a carpenter, he is also highly regarded by house sellers and buyers.

According to legend, a group of Carmelite nuns wanted to purchase a piece of land for a new convent in the 16th century. Lacking the funds to buy the land, they decided to ask for some divine help from St. Joseph. They buried medals imprinted with his likeness in the ground of the desired property, and they managed to get the property at a price they could afford. Today, the practice has evolved into using tiny figurines of the saint instead of medals.

“I took this little two inch, 30-40 year old statue of St. Joseph and went to my house and put it feet side up, head side down, feet facing towards the house, I believe, and I buried it,” Moore says. “And the very next day I had an offer.”

“From what I understand, if you have St. Joseph pointing in the wrong direction, you will help sell someone else’s house, and not your own,” she says. “I knew nothing about it. My mom and dad knew all about it, and of course I went to the fabulous Google.”

The world wide web, of course, is full to its virtual brim with information, much of it contradictory. And what Google reveals to us about selling your house with the aid of St. Joseph is no different. Depending on which sources you believe, you need to dig a hole for the saint in your back yard. Or possibly the front yard. Live in a condo? Easy, just stick the saint into a flowerpot. In Moore’s case, she had a downtown row house, with no front yard.

“But there was about a half an inch of dirt where weeds would come up in the summer time,” she describes, “so I dug up the weeds, and stuck it in as far as I could!”

Most agree poor Joseph should be head down in the dirt, but then great controversy rages over whether his saintly feet face east, towards the home, or pointing towards the seller’s new house. If you get confused, don’t worry about that either. You can go online and buy a do-it-yourself St. Joseph kit, with your own figurine and handy instructions.

One thing sources agree on is that when the property sells, you must dig up the statue, clean it, and carry it with you to your new home.

“When I buried it, I actually did have a house offer, and I kept it in the ground until I got the cheque in my hand,” says Moore. “I didn’t have a key to the house, so I just went over and dug it out of the weeds.”

Moore tells me this story with a bit of a laugh, but that doesn’t mean she doubts the saint’s effectiveness.

“We are going to be selling another house, because my fiancé and I are both selling each of our houses to get a new one,” she says. “Soon enough, I will bury this St. Joseph in front of my fiancé’s house to help him sell that one, once we move into our new house.”


Thursday, 9 October 2025

Three Paper Plays with The Kamishib’ys!

What do you get when a storyteller, a musician, and a graphic artist squeeze their brains into a tiny rectangular space? You get The Kamishib’ys, of course!  

Wednesday, October 15, 2025 7–8pm | LSPU Hall – Cox & Palmer Space Tickets $10





Kamishibai (Japanese for "paper play") is a form of street theater and storytelling, where narrators set up a miniature wooden stage, revealing a series of colourful illustrations as the tales unfold.  The Newfoundland version is The Kamishib’ys: performed by storyteller Dale Jarvis and musician and percussionist Jaehong Jin, with art by printmaker Graham Blair.  Sit down in front of their portable storytelling stage as they share a three-course feast of family-friendly fables.


The Mermaid Sisters of Beachy Cove.

In a crystal cave below the sea live two sisters: one good; one bad. Find out what happens when they meet a curious fisherman. 


Open Open Green House.

Maggie has a problem - her would-be boyfriend is trapped in a haunted house by an evil witch. What’s a girl to do? 


The Legend of Bennett’s Grove. 

An old pirate returns to St. John’s to claim a hidden treasure, but only its ghostly guardians (and a psychic cat) know for sure where the gold is buried. 


The Kamishib’ys: a blend of mid-century-inspired art, traditional Newfoundland storytelling, and contemporary Korean folk music! Presented with support from ArtsNL. 


Reserve your tickets now!

https://www.showpass.com/st-johns-storytelling-festival-2025



The Kamishib’ys are:


Dale Jarvis, storyteller, author (he/him) - Clarke’s Beach and St. John’s

Graham Blair, printmaker, graphic artist (they/them) - St. John’s

Jaehong Jin, Nongak performer, percussionist, photographer (he/him) - St. John’s

Sunday, 27 July 2025

Perfect health is above gold

 Perfect health is above gold; a sound body before riches. (Solomon)


What do you long for most of all?

A beautiful painting on your drawing room wall?

Exquisite jewels in a setting rare?

A graceful slender Chippendale chair?

Things of beauty are these to treasure?

Unless unkind fate may dim your pleasure,

If perfect health is not your lot

What value are these things you’ve got?

You’d exchange them all for the glow of health

You must surely agree this is greater than wealth.

Solomon, great wisdom gained with his many years,

Compounded truths in this vale of tears,

Perfect health, he said, is above gold.

And we question not this saying of old.

Down through the ages its truth is proved,

And though all our gold be from us removed

If perfect health is our companion today

This priceless gift we’ll not cast away.

A sound body is before riches, Solomon said

And though this wise man has long been dead

This truth endures, and always will

Through aches and pains may irk us still.

Accumulation of riches may give us a glow

But sound bodies are not purchased this way we know.

Bank accounts and palatial homes

Are not a cure for all aching bones.

A sound body is before riches

Ah! — how wise was he

Who passed on this wisdom, to such as we.


- Amy Eunice (Cruickshank) Jarvis, February 1952, taken from Amy - the folk poetry of Amy Cruickshank Jarvis

Wednesday, 18 September 2024

Haunted Airwaves: Dale Jarvis talks about his most recent book



Master of the macabre, Dale Jarvis, Storyteller and Author, was recently featured on the CBC St. John's Morning Show, speaking about his new collection, Haunted Houses of Newfoundland and Labrador. 

Listen here:

https://www.cbc.ca/listen/live-radio/1-56-st-johns-morning-show/clip/16094755-folklorist-dale-jarvis-released-newest-book-haunted-houses


We will have details on the launch of Haunted Houses of Newfoundland and Labrador coming very soon . . .

Friday, 23 August 2024

The Ugly Stick's Australian Cousin – The Lagerphone

The Ugly Stick's Australian Cousin – The Lagerphone

by Dale Gilbert Jarvis

photo: Item 3390 - National Capital Development Commission, Australia

We in Newfoundland and Labrador might be able to claim the name “ugly stick” as a local invention, but similar percussion instruments were known in Europe as far back as the 1500s.   The French Foreign Legion marching band had a similar instrument called a “Chinese hat” - while British Army marching bands used a stick covered with bells called a “Jingling Johnny.”  Today in England, folk musicians still play a version of the ugly stick called a mendoza or a monkey stick.  Other names include thunderstick, Ompa-stick, gazunkaphone, pogocello, and clad-hopper. 

Mike Madigan of The Sharecroppers is a well-known Newfoundland musician, entertainer, retired educator, and ugly stick enthusiast. The first time Mike saw an ugly stick, or something like one, was around 1975. He and a fellow teacher had gone off to Europe, backpacking. They found themselves in the little town of Hamelin, Germany, the same town made famous by the Pied Piper of yore. In the centre of Hamelin there was a kiosk, and inside of that was a Bavarian band playing music. Mike remembers,
This guy had this thing on a stick. It didn't have bottle caps, but it had washers of some sort. It had a horn on it, and it had a bell that he would ring. It didn't have a boot on the bottom, and it was much taller than the average ugly stick, it was probably seven feet high. He was just banging that and keeping the beat with a stick.
The German musician that Mike Madigan saw in Hamelin might have been playing the “Teufelsgeige” - the ominously named “Devil's fiddle.”

If any place matches the fiery passion we have for the Devil’s fiddle, it must be Australia. There, it is known as a “lagerphone,” after the beer or lager bottle caps used in its construction. There are also similar Aboriginal instruments made using shells instead of lager caps. Bush bands playing Australian folk music have been using lagerphones since the 1950s. 

Legend credits one of the first lagerphones to a nameless travelling rabbit-poisoner (rabbits were introduced to Australia, and a menace to local species). Our friendly rabbiter showed up at an open-mic Red Cross fundraiser in New South Wales in 1952, bringing with him a broom handle adorned with old bottle tops. With piano accompaniment, he rattled himself up a prize and vanished into the night. One audience member was so impressed that he made his own, paired up with a button accordionist, and started a band. The rest is history! 

Monday, 12 August 2024

Bewitched in Grand Bank - of witches, houses, and horseshoes.


 

Newfoundland and Labrador is a safe place. This is what we tell ourselves and the tourists who visit. There are still places in the province where people do not lock their doors at night, comfortable in the knowledge that they have little to fear in the way of nocturnal intruders.


But just imagine if that safety was just an illusion. Imagine a supernatural terror stalking the night, an evil so powerful that locks and latches, bolts and barricades were not strong enough to keep it out. What would you do to keep your loved ones safe from that type of evil?


If you had lived in Grand Bank a hundred years ago, you might have gone looking for horseshoes.


On College Street in Grand Bank stood a small house with a peaked gable roof. It hasda dormer window above the main door, a central chimney and a quiet sense of dignity. The building was constructed around 1890, and for the early twentieth century was owned by a man named White.


A number of years ago renovations were done on the house. Much to the owner's surprise, when one of the front windows was taken out, twelve horseshoes were removed from the window frame. The horseshoes had been nailed up inside the wall of the house around the window box, and had never been visible.


The practice of nailing a single horseshoe over a door is fairly common, and countless sheds, net lofts and stores across the province boast a horseshoe hanging from a nail above the entrance. Depending on where you are from, the horseshoe can be nailed in place with the ends pointing up or down. Some folks believe it must point up or the luck runs out, while others believe it must point down so the luck can pour onto you.


No matter which way you nail it, the single horseshoe is recognized today as a good luck charm. 


One hundred years ago, a single horseshoe meant something different, and twelve horseshoes together was probably pretty rare. Twelve horseshoes nailed up inside a wall where no could see them is more than rare. Indeed, it may point to something bordering on the sinister, as horseshoes were used as a form of protection against evil.


The lowly horseshoe was once used as an amulet against malicious spirits, the Devil, fairies and, most importantly, witches. Nailed over a doorway it was believed to prevent evil from crossing the threshold, since no witch would pass under it. One placed in the chimney could even prevent a witch from entering from above, like a creepy version of Santa Claus. 


The belief in horseshoes as protection against witchcraft goes back to the Middle Ages. In 1584 Reginald Scot wrote the following in his book, The Discoverie of Witchcraft:


“To prevent and cure all mischeefes wrought by these charmes & witchcrafts... naile a horse shoo at the inside of the outmost threshold of your house, and so you shall be sure no witch shall have power to enter... You shall find that rule observed in manie countrie houses.”


One hundred years after Scot wrote this, the custom was still firmly in practice. Around 1686, James Aubrey wrote,


“A Horse-Shoe nailed on the threshold of ye dore is yet in fashion: it ought... to be a Horse-shoe that one finds by chance on the Roade. The end of it is to prevent the power of Witches, that come into your house.”


If one horseshoe would provide protection against witches, the twelve found in the house in Grand Bank would have been even more effective. The number of shoes was probably no mistake. The number twelve is one of those magical numbers, like the number seven, that constantly reappear in folklore and folk beliefs. There are twelve months, for example, and the number has several religious connotations, one example being the number of Christ’s disciples.


Were the citizens of turn of the century Grand Bank terrorized by witches? If they were, there is certainly little in the historical record to prove it. Twelve horseshoes built into the frame of a house was most likely very rare, perhaps even unique in the province. A traditional charm against evil, repeated a mystical number of times, and hidden inside a house frame, this was probably an isolated example of a highly superstitious homeowner. 


Or was it? 


A short distance away on Evans Street is another house, constructed around 1906. When renovations were done on that property in the early 1990s, copies of the Holy Bible were found placed around the inside of one of the windows. They had been hidden from view for years and there were exactly seven of them. 


Again, the number of items is probably not a coincidence. According to the Cassel Dictionary of Superstitions, “the number seven is associated with the supernatural and will bring success to any project connected with it.”


When the Bibles were found, the popular explanation was that they had been used for insulation. It seems a little unusual that books would be used for insulation around a window when there are other materials that would be more effective. Even if books, for some reason, had been seen as a good form of insulation, it seems remarkable that the Bible would have been chosen. Likely, the use of the seven Bibles would have had some specific mystical meaning, possibly related to the protection of the property.


One of the Bibles was placed on display at the George C. Harris House museum in Grand Bank. Unfortunately, the remaining six, due to their poor condition, were placed in the garbage.


Interestingly, a hay fork was also found in the same window. It was believed to have fallen from the attic and gotten lodged between the walls. However, much like the tradition of horseshoes, there are traditions of protection involving knives, scissors, and the like. Scissors could be thrust into the door (or into a ship’s mast) for protection, or opened to form a cross-shape and laid on the threshold to prevent evil from entering. Knives, and other iron items, were believed to ward off witches or even the Devil himself if they were hidden beneath a windowsill.


One occurrence in a Newfoundland community of this type of protection from evil would be intriguing. Two is downright spooky.


It is possible that in the late 1880s, some of the good citizens of Grand Bank may have honestly felt a need for protection from witches. While Newfoundland certainly never suffered through the same witch hunt craze that swept through Europe or the Boston States, a belief in the malevolent powers of witchcraft certainly did exist. In 1997 folklorist Barbara Rieti reported that the Memorial University Folklore and Language Archive held several hundred accounts of witchcraft from all across the province.


What is also known is that witches, or at least people believed to be witches, were known to be at work on the Burin Peninsula in the recent historical period. As late as the 1950s stories were circulating the Burin Peninsula about "black stick men", men who had entered into a dark pact with Old Nick. In return they had been given a short, slender piece of burnt wood with which they could force the winds and tides to do their bidding. 


Were there witches in Grand Bank in the late 1800s? If there were, they themselves have left no traces behind. There is little in the written historical record to suggest they had much impact, if they existed at all. But obviously, something was creeping around in the shadows. Whether it was a witch, some dark spirit, or the Devil incarnate, it was frightening enough to have two different homeowners seek a little supernatural protection for themselves and their families. Who knows what other secrets are hidden away in the walls of historic Grand Bank?



An earlier version of this story was published as "Bewitched in Grand Bank" in Downhomer, April 2004, Vol. 16(11), pp. BP21-BP24.