THE DUPLEX AT the corner of Duckworth and Cathedral Streets, just below the Anglican Cathedral in St. John’s, has a long history of what Newfoundlanders often call “haunts.”
Guests staying in the Victoria Station Inn were too unnerved to sleep, and restaurant staff reported a feeling of dread, especially while working alone in the buildings. St. John’s ghost buff Dale Jarvis writes about residents of one apartment in the building seeing a glass fruit bowl split in half, and about a coffee table flipping upside down despite being weighed down by an entire set of encyclopedias.
In early spring, it is silent brilliant-white cakes of Arctic pack ice that nudge ashore and pack the sand along the beaches of Eastport, Newfoundland. In summer, your traveling companions are pods of black, sleek minke whales (known locally as “potheads”) that traverse the flat, hill-bound waters of Newman Sound.