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Re-Posted from Mark Leslie’s Blog
|It was a slightly rainy, windy and overcast night at Waterdown Public Library|
Last night I did a talk and reading from Tomes of Terror: Haunted Bookstores and Libraries at Waterdown Public Library. The location is included in a chapter of my book and talks about the eerie elevators there and the fact that, despite being checked for mechanical error, they often have a life of their own, opening for no reason when nobody has pushed the call button and even trapping people between the two floors.
|A #horrorselfie in front of the tombstones at WPL|
The elevators started acting in this manner shortly after a pair of tombstones from Waterdown founders Alexander Brown and Merren Grierson were found and placed on display at the library.
|One of the many signs advertising this talk/reading|
I had a blast with the staff of the library, who were all awesome. But I mean, really, how could bookish people not be amazing? The library was decorated with all kinds of great Halloween displays, appropriate spooky-themed reading for adults and kids alike, and they had wonderfully creative signs hung all over the store announcing the event, which took place on the second floor in the children’s section.
|Barnaby, all set up and ready for the talk and reading|
I casually relayed several of the stories from my new book, as well as from Haunted Hamilton, then I read from two short chapters and wrapped up the evening with the tale of “The Legend of Prospero’s Ghost” – a story about my own personal experience with this ghost at McMaster University.
|The awesome Waterdown Library staff posing in front of the elevators/tomestones|
The interesting thing is that, even though the library was closed and all staff and patrons were upstairs listening to me tell my tale, the elevator door to the second floor opened twice on its own. Sara, one of the staff members there, told me this took place during my talk – it’s a good thing I didn’t notice it myself, otherwise I might have run screaming from the building.
I am a big chicken, after all . . .
|Sara and Kari posing with Barnaby|