Tag Archives: Vancouver

Urban Legend

Posted on October 28, 2020 by Shanon Sinn

The Vanishing Hitchhiker by Jan Harold Brunvand defines an Urban Legend as a “realistic story concerning recent events (or alleged events) with an ironic or supernatural twist.” The teller of the story believes the legend is true, and that the events … Continue reading →

Posted in Bestiary, Ghosts, Vancouver Island | Tagged Black-eyed Child, Black-eyed Children, Bloody Mary, British Columbia, Chupacabra, Contemporary Legend, Death Car, Ghost Hitchhiker, Goedam, Ishinomaki Tsunami Taxi Ghosts, Jinn, La Llorona, Legends of the Fire Spirits, Mothman, Port Alberni, Rural Legend, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, Slenderman, Stolen Grandmother, Taxi Ghost, The Babysitter, The Caller, The Haunting of Vancouver Island, The Hook, The Hookman, The Lady Who Walks on Water, Tsunakwa, UBC Ghost Hitchhiker, Ucluelet, urban legend, Urban Legends, Vancouver, Vancouver Island, Vanishing Hitchhiker, Wendigo | 7 Comments

Why the Trans Mountain Pipeline Expansion Could Be Genocide

Posted on January 1, 2019 by Shanon Sinn

An increase in tanker traffic could be the death of the Coast Salish people, not an oil spill. A review of the Coast Salish and Nuu-chah-nulth testimony presented to the National Energy Board of Canada.

Posted in First Nations, Vancouver Island, Xtra: News and Reviews | Tagged Amelia Douglas, Burnaby, Burrard Inlet, Coal Tyee, Coast Salish, Federal Court of Appeal, First Nations oral history, Folklore, genocide, Georgia Strait, Governor Douglas, Isabella Ross, Juan de Fuca Strait, Kwantlen, Lummi, Lyackson, Maanulth, Musquem, Nanaimo, NDP, Nuu-chah-nulth, oil industry, oil spill, Olympic Peninsula, oral history, pipeline, Puget Sound, Romeo Saganash, Salish Sea, seattle, Shxw'owhamel, Snuneymuxw, Squamish, Sto:lo Collective, Sto:lo Tribal Council, Stz'uminus, Suquamish, Swinomish, TMX, transmountain, Transmountain Pipeline, Tsartlip, Tsawout, Tsleil-Waututh, Tudeau Government, Tulalip, Vancouver, Vancouver Island, Victoria, Washington State, West Coast, yellow jacket movement, yellow vest, yellow vest movement | 2 Comments

The Weather Outside is Frightful

Posted on December 12, 2016 by Shanon Sinn

Nanaimo has been hit with some pretty heavy snowstorms this week, which is okay, as I’ve been tucked inside writing like a madman. As the deadline approaches to submit the manuscript for The Haunting of Vancouver Island, my excitement to … Continue reading →

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Blackberry Books: new this week – Way of the Wraith

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Shanon Sinn

Way of the Wraith is now being carried by Blackberry Books on Granville Island! Opened in 1979, Blackberrry Books is one of Vancouver’s most popular independent bookstores! The beauty of Blackberry Books rests not only in the store’s artfully selected titles – … Continue reading →

Posted in Xtra: News and Reviews | Tagged Blackberry Books, Granville Island, Vancouver, Way of the Wraith | 1 Comment

Ghosts of the Downtown Vancouver Bay Store

Posted on May 3, 2012 by Shanon Sinn

If you live in Vancouver – or visited downtown – you’ve probably been inside the Bay on Granville Street. It likely never occurred to you, that many people who’ve worked there over the years have had what some might call a paranormal … Continue reading →

Posted in Ghosts | Tagged Apparition, Bay, Fairmont Hotel Vancouver, Ghost, Granville Street, Haunting, Hudson's Bay Company, Lady in Red, Saint Louis Ghost Light, Spirit, Vancouver | 5 Comments

Ngetal (Reed Grass)

Posted on July 27, 2011 by Shanon Sinn

“Ngetal is the month when the terrible roar of breakers and the snarling noise of pebbles on the Atlantic seaboard fill the heart with terror, and when the wind whistles dismally through the reed-beds of the rivers. In Ireland the … Continue reading →