TW: brief Mention of self ending life. 4 friends and I came to London Ontario to host and facilitate a market specifically for folks of the pagan and witchcraft spaces. We are not ones to shy away from experiences in high strangeness. However, as soon as the via rail train came close to the London stop, we began experiencing things that just make all of us very uneasy. This could be a 2,000 word essay but I will sum up some of the more eerie bits. Firstly, the train, it felt like the ride would literally never end. When the announcer would say 10 mins to London, we swear this happened a number of times. All of us experienced this. We chalked it up to us all being very tired from our flights from B.C. We didn’t get to our Airbnb until past 10PM. With the time change and flying it all felt pretty strange, so we all just hung out in the Airbnb - had pizza and went to sleep because we had to be up very early for the market we hosted. We noticed on the ride over to centennial hall that the whole town just felt vacant, it was a Saturday and there was supposed to be a music concert in the park right in front of the hall….yet nothing was being set up. The hall was amazing- our tech was such a lovely human being and was stoked for us to be there bringing our witchcraft and wyrdness to London and centennial hall. Our tech clearly loved their job and the building itself felt that… we were in the lower level area, upstairs is the auditorium. When I walked down the stairs there is a curved foyer to get into the hall, that felt a little liminal but nothing too spooky. The market got going and then I forgot about ebbing except for having everything run smoothly. When I finally had a moment I went to the bathroom. Immediately if felt like entering a back room. To the left was the bathroom, down a long hallway that felt like it went on forever. Even though you could clearly see the end. To the right is picture #1, a stairwell going down.. this could have been an entrance to the underground parking area. I couldn’t believe how eerie it felt. I entered the space to the right instead of heading straight to the bathroom. Immediately to the right of that space was a stairwell going up.. I looked up and say picture #2. It just didn’t make sense, I was puzzled but again, nothing too weird. I went to the bathroom and when I came out, I decided to enter the hall from the opposite side so that I can see what was at the end of the hallway. About 2/3rds of the way, the sensation I usually feel when my psychic senses are piqued happened. Along with this sensation I had the feeling that indeed, the hallway would go on forever. And then like a blip I was at the very end where the entrance back to the hall was. I went further into the alcove space. It was an exact replica of what was on the opposite end of the hall only there wasn’t s little room to the left, it was the entrance to the hall, and then further you go it goes downstairs (again assuming it was for the underground). To the left, of the stairwell is the classroom entrance….why they would need 4 entrances into the classroom I will never know but we will get to the architecture later. As I stepped into the classroom immediately to my right was the darkest visual spot I’ve ever seen, I later found out it is a mop closet. I wish I had taken a picture because as our tech described, it’s the most Saw movie looking thing you’ve ever seen, and it was aptly described. My body literally propelled me past that point. I went through the large accordion door back into the main hall and picked up the market where I left off. A couple hours later, I went to the back of the market area where the kitchen was to get to the loading bay on ground level, there is also 2 doors to get to the classroom to get to this location, and another hallway picture #3. We later found out at the end of the hall is the very old boiler room, complete with hissing and clanking. Our tech was busy upstairs because we were all set downstairs. The next time I saw them, I asked about whether there was anything they noticed about the building or if they had any experiences…..and I quote “oh yeah I do! It’s like a back room! And there’s a ghost. His name is George and he lives in the mop closet and sometimes he isn’t kind”..okay cool, good to know. So at the end of the night our tech agreed to have a little mini tour with us, I voice recorded it (7:29). I told them I wanted to just walk with them and if they could tell me what they experienced I would tell them what I experienced after. They also let us know that the architect of the building ended his own life because the city kept changing his plans for the hall, which is why everything feels so disconnected, why there’s loops where there shouldn’t be, long halls where there shouldn’t be. Just nothing feels quite right. We shared our experiences and then wrapped up the rest of the evening. If I have permission to share the v recording I will come back to update. Fast forward to how bizarre this town his, my partner said it feels like everyone is s pod person, or like the beta version of a reality that didn’t get updated lol We all felt pretty uneasy about the whole town and the weather and heat index didn’t help. So we decided for our final day to go to the movie theatre. Welp, imagine cinema was in an all but condemned mall…it was EMPTY except for a few people. We walked in the mall the try to find the cinema but the escalators weren’t working picture #4. Not a big deal, but it was really eerie and we were just gobsmacked by how strange this entire experience was. There were no people either. Like there were in the cinema but on the streets and sidewalks, even on Saturday, it was just empty. No one hanging out or walking around. The architecture around Ontario is gorgeous, but London Ontario all for every house that looks like it’s well kept, there are 4 that aren’t. Like yes economically it’s not great it just feels for with everything else we noticed and felt. There are a few more things but I need to stop there. Because quite frankly, we’re still here and I just really want to get out of here.