Barking in Darkness: Black Dogs

2017, August. Kamal and Yuthika Ahluwalia—siblings—Joshau Graham, and Avni Iyer were walking as a group from afternoon classes, walking along the quiet road beside Ryan Farm Park. No cars, no strangers; the buses were cancelled due to a shortage of drivers, but their homes weren’t far away, for Graham at least. The siblings and Iyer had to find a bus route still functional. A warm Sunday night with no one around may once have been a good time. But it was in those quiet moments before the storm erupted, and the sound of teenagers shouting as a dog leapt from the bushes adjacent. Blistering gaze, jowls slobbering, fur black as the shadows it lunged from. 

Dog jumping out of the bushes in front of college student under streetlight.

While it attacked no one, offering a simple fright, the next day would prove otherwise. The four turned up in the hospital from sudden, overwhelming illness. While they all could have gotten food poisoning or caught the cold, their deadly sickness may just as likely originate from a far less mundane source, as what they crossed paths was none other than a Black Dog. A ‘malevolent’ one, at that. 

Originating from Western European folklore, Black Dogs are a classification of ghost with one significant feature: their black fur, burning eyes, and an association with death. From the half-time malicious Black Shuck to the stalwart Gurt Dog, their personalities vary as their duties. Many tales spin from their nighttime howls, and as colonizers ventured into the Americas, they too brought their spirits. However, why is this? Why are dogs, among most animals, so prevalent in encounters with the supernatural? And why are they so diverse?

To investigate their endings, you must first observe the beginning. About 30 thousand years ago, humans began domesticating grey wolves, and the rest is history. One can explain their connotations with the deceased with that past too, what with scavenging behavior… but it doesn’t explain how they persist too. 

Two ghosts, man and dog, walking into the afterlife.

Over time our bonds became like steel, where humanity dwells, so did mutts. In that way, we bred an undying loyalty. But at the same time, we removed a simplicity of being “animal.” Most non-human animals' live life in the moment, with no purpose beyond what their instincts tell them. Eventually they die and—if you believe in ghosts—they don’t linger long. They served their purpose in life, so they move on. Humans find themselves in a complex situation. Always confronted with mortality, yet it’s with our intelligence that recognizes the fact we are on limited time, and should one care, how we leave the world once we’re gone. In that way, if a person is so determined to stay, or has unfinished business, who’s to say they cannot? Ghosts, in many cases, may form from that desire.

On that basis, animals of high intelligence, or feel such necessity to continue, should be able to remain after death. The dog especially. Already they are highly social and intelligent but add its latent loyalty to their masters, no wonder ghost pets are such a common sighting. Loyalty, of course, may not be the only reason they keep going, but purpose also adds onto that.

Like human ghosts, Black Dogs can be malicious or benevolent, but in a point of personal investigation, and potential bias, the statement of “there are no bad dogs” may prove truer. Many cases of Black Dogs in America have proven harmless, choosing to stay in search of a master long since dead. The Gurt Dog is explicitly a protector for the living, as are Church Grims for graveyard dead. But then you have the Black Shuck, who’s almost always depicted as malevolent. Almost. One late-night witness claimed to be guided home as she cycled by the beast. With its many similarities to a guard dog, and the long history this specter had with Christain monasteries, I recall how Church Grims are made...

Black dog crying over buried skeleton of itself.

Buried alive beneath a church’s cornerstone.

I’m not surprised it dug the graves of five churchgoers, for how could it trust anyone that dawns the clothes of its murderers?

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Maddox Charles Gordon Morphy is an aspiring writer and artist from Ottawa, on a constant hunt for those strange and enthralling things. A student at Algonquin College for Professional Writing, he is early in his career of traversing avenues unexplored by more prevalent authors. Despite his lack of time in the field, he’s already pushed himself to take on the the difficulties ahead with grace. Here’s hoping to a long career!

Haunted Algonquin – An Urban Legend

Did you know that Algonquin College in Ottawa Ontario is haunted? Well, according to urban legend, Algonquin’s residence building has its very own ghost. Her name is Brooklyn Marshall, and it all began when she was brutally murdered in her own dorm room.

The tragedy struck in February 2002. It was Brooklyn Marshall’s second year studying at Algonquin College, her second year staying on residence. She was only a few months away from graduating, from earning her paramedic diploma. Ever since, she has been haunting the residence in search of closure, in search of revenge.

Ghost pointing

By: Khoa Võ

The Legend

The following story is based off an urban legend I was told while staying in the residence at Algonquin College.

It was a Friday night. Instead of going out with peers, Brooklyn Marshall stayed. Instead of doing homework like she planned, she ended up falling asleep early. Besides, she could do it tomorrow, right?

The rain slammed against the window, making loud thudding sounds. Thunder roared outside, scaring Brooklyn awake. She sat straight up, breathing frantically. Normally storms didn’t bother her, but something was different about this one. It was louder, more violent than usual. It felt as though it was threatening her.

Her bedroom door swung open. Brooklyn screamed as if she was getting murdered. The darkness of the kitchen stared back at her. Jenna opened her bedroom door and stood in Brooklyn’s doorway. “What the hell? You look like you just saw a ghost,”

“Yeah, well-” she said, trying to think clearly. Brooklyn took a deep breath and explained how the door had opened on its own.

“Whatever, just don’t scream so loud next time.” Jenna rolled her eyes and walked back to her room, slamming both bedroom doors behind her.

Brooklyn’s mind was racing. Something wasn’t right. She turned on her light, and sluggishly made her way towards the window. There was someone outside standing still on the sidewalk staring up at her. Brooklyn’s eyes widened. Her heart began pounding as if it were about to jump out of her chest. She didn’t know what to do. She was breathing so heavily; it felt like her lungs weren’t working. The person outside was still staring at her, not making a move. For once, she felt lucky that she was on the third floor, because no one could get her from up there.

She closed the blinds and sat down on her bed. She tried to remember the breathing techniques to calm herself down, but they were no use. No matter how many times she held her breath and counted to four, her heart still wanted to hop out of her chest. There were scuffling sounds coming from the kitchen, like someone was picking a lock. “Its just Jenna, you’re fine” she told herself.

Once again, her bedroom door swung open. This time, there was someone there. It was the person from the sidewalk. She screamed bloody murder, for real this time. Jenna groaned in annoyance and rolled over in her bed. They had a knife, and they weren’t wasting any time. “No, no, no, stop, please!”

The next morning, Jenna found Brooklyn dead on the floor. Jenna called 911, but it was far too late for Brooklyn. Reports say that she had been stabbed over 20 times. Unfortunately, no evidence was left behind and the killer was never caught. They could very well be plotting their next attack, searching for their next victim. Hopefully you’re not the next victim…

Ghost mirror

By: Animesh Srivastava

The Aftermath

After the murder, Algonquin College allegedly fought hard to bury the story. They went so far as removing room 2203, and replaced it with a custodian closet. There has been no official reporting on the brutal murder, and no one has been able to find out if Brooklyn Marshall ever existed.

Today, you wont be able to find room 2203, but you can find Brooklyn roaming the halls late at night. Rumours say she lurks in the dark, plotting her revenge. Others claim she’s friendly and protects the students.


Isaiah landry

Isaiah Landry is a writer currently studying professional writing at Algonquin College. He likes writing, drawing, and playing the bass. Besides being creative, Isaiah likes to spend his time surrounded by friends, telling stories, and making people laugh.

Waverly Hills Sanatorium: Kentucky's Haunting Legacy

First a schoolhouse to teach the young, next a sanatorium housing patients who were fighting against the deadly disease tuberculosis, Waverly Hills Sanitorium in Louisville, Kentucky, was dubbed one of the most haunted places in America. The sanatorium was first opened in 1910 as a small, one-story building, housing a little over forty patients. But with the increase in the tuberculosis epidemic, it went under renovations to expand its walls. In 1926, it officially reopened as a five-story facility with over 100 different rooms. The addition allowed over 400 patients to move in.

Photo by Sherrill Hyman/Courier Journal

Due to the diseases highly contagious nature, the sanatorium was built on top of a secluded hill for quarantine reasons, but also so the patients could be at peace and have lots of fresh air, which, at the time, was believed to relieve symptoms. While the patients were treated with the upmost care, it was rumoured that, according to the owner, Tina Mattingly, doctors used electroshock therapy on those whose tuberculosis had spread to the brain.

The number of deaths within its walls sparks controversy as some estimate the number to be 3,000 to 6,000, while others believe the number to be much higher, approximately 60,000 to 63,000. Although, no one can know for sure since there are no longer any patient records available.

The sanatorium was officially closed in 1961 after medical treatment for the lung disease became widespread around the country and there were less patients being admitted.

The Body Chute

Photo By Marty Pearl/Special to the cj

One of the more infamous parts of the sanatorium is a 500 ft. underground tunnel that leads all the way down the hill. It’s referred to as the “death tunnel” or the “body chute” as it originally was designed to transport deceased patients discreetly. This was done to maintain a sense of peace and morale to the living patients.

Although, it has also been said that the tunnel had a much more lighthearted history, only used to carry transported good into the facility. The tunnel would’ve been used this way to ensure quarantine from the outside world.


Timmy the Ghost

On the third floor, people have reported seeing a young, spectral boy who loves to play ball. He has come to be known as Timmy. Visitors of the sanatorium are encouraged to bring their own ball to play with him. It’s said if you were to throw it down the hallway, it would come back, like a ghostly game of catch.

One instance of this is showcased on the popular Youtube channel, BuzzFeed Unsolved, where Ryan Bergara and Shane Madej explore Waverly Hills. After throwing the ball down the dark hallway, Ryan and Shane go to retrieve the ball only to find it sitting directly under the graffitied name “Ryan”.

Whether it be a coincidence or something more sinister, we’ll never know for sure.

The Elevator Shaft

Also on the third floor, people have reported seeing a homeless man and his dog wandering the halls. When the sanatorium sat in disuse, the homeless man was said to have squatted here, but unfortunately passed away when he and his dog fell down the elevator shaft. Some say it was an accident, but others speculate he’d been pushed.

While I cannot find any actual reports of the death of these two other than what has been said by the owner, Mattingly, it’s still a highlighted component of the mystery surrounding the sanatorium.  

Room 502

Another infamous part of the sanatorium is room 502 on the top floor. It’s deemed as one of the more “active” rooms when relating to ghost activity. The room seemingly has an off-putting vibe once you step inside, and people often report hearing voices and seeing shadowy figures out of the corner of their eye.

Photo by Sandra N. on Trip Advisor

The room gained its reputation after the story of a nurse, Mary Hillenburg, committed suicide by hanging herself on a light fixture in 1928. No one knows why, but it’s believed that she was pregnant out of wedlock from a doctor at the sanatorium. In 1932, the room had also seen yet another death, where an unnamed nurse apparently jumped from roof. Like the homeless man and his dog, it was suggested that the nurse could have been maliciously pushed instead.

There is also a rumour that a young boy who was a patient there fell off the roof, but it may just be the ghost stories entangling. It could have been a young boy who fell, or it could have been the unknown nurse who jumped. Or perhaps it was both.

While some rooms are said to be more active than others, most visitors have noted that the entire sanatorium seems to hold a dark atmosphere. Encounters range from phantom footsteps that follow wherever you go, disembodied voices, and figures appearing in windows.

As of today, Waverly Hills Sanatorium offers historical, paranormal, public, and private tours as well as special events for funding reasons. All I know is I will never willingly step inside.


Peyden Mongrain has been a lover of the eerie and paranormal ever since she was young. She was born and raised in northern Ontario, but is currently enrolled in the Professional Writing program at Algonquin College in Ottawa. Her favourite thing to do is listen to scary stories either on Youtube, or reading them on Reddit. It doesn’t matter if they’re true or not because she just likes being afraid. She’s heard more than a few good scary stories and would be happy to tell them if asked.