Oot and Aboot with Some Canadian Skeptic

H'okai so

The trip to Halifax yielded me over 700 photographs,and I will on occasion post some. Today, I will post the most skeptic-themed picture I could get, and it's a doozy.

The story, as it was told to me by my gracious host, is as such:

During the 1917 Halifax Explosion, a priest in a church on Granville Street was in his office doing....I dunno...priest things (I can only presume that these things weren't little children). The explosion went ka-blamo, this this priest lost his head. Literally. Ever since then, the ghostly sillohuette of his visage has been forever emblazoned onto a certain window. Apparently, no matter how many times the church has tried to clean the window, or change the glass, the image remains. And, the image is only visible from the outside.

Here's the image:


Now, I'll admit that the image looks human-shaped. But only just....I mean, It looks more like a cartoon-man head than an actual human.....like if someone were to crossbreed (or draw) Dagwood Bumstead and Bazooka Joe, his sillohuette would look something like that.

And it's easy to investigate too! They say that no matter how many times they change/clean the window the image remains? Look into how many times they actually tried to change the window (I suspect none), or what kind of cleaners were used. And then I'd ask if I could clean the window...from both sides.

Sadly, methinks that this is clearly one of those "the locals are fucking with you" kind of things. It's frankly not needed. Halifax is a lovely city whose inhabitants are at least a gazillion times more friendly than those who live out here in the Great Lakes. Is it not enough to have a lovely city and people without having to believe (or try to trick people into believing) that there are magical faeries pulling the strings?

The only thing magical about Halifax is the seagulls. Nothing could get that humongous and gross by any natural forces.






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