The first time I heard of the ghosts of the CN Tower was on an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.

This program had been running for almost 20 years when this happened to me; my mother came home one night while I was watching TV alone in our basement apartment and asked if she could borrow some money. When I said no, she got angry and stormed off without saying another word. A few years later we were out walking down Yonge street near where the old movie theatre used to be (now a condo) when my mom started talking about how much she missed her sister but not being able to see or talk to her again because they weren't close anymore.

In a way, that reminded me so much of how common it was to hear about these famous ghosts, and the havoc that was their lives-followed by the havoc they wrought upon unsuspecting victims. I considered that it had been years and years since anyone had heard from these ghosts and their tales of woe: longer still, by decades, since they had shed their mortal coil originally, leaving our real and habitable world while fixing their non-corporeal underpinnings and complex entanglement to the tallest tower in Canada.

My mother's words in my ear had ricocheted, like the bullets of a friend did in the very same space between my ears, at the shooting range just a week pior. When the dust settled and the dents in the inside of my skull were revealed to me, the hollowness of it all brought with it a great realization of the parallels from her story to those of these ghosts and their horrifying histories.

Ghost stories become lost, you see. And when they are lost, these stories are like children or siblings you aren't that close with anymore. You don't really care that they aren't part of your life anymore, and you don't feel any compulsion to reconnect with them.

So I guess, in fact, it's nothing like these engrossing tales.

Not in the least, I'm afraid.

In fact, the child/sibling/ghost thing was probably no good of an analogy or simile for you anyway, dear reader, as well. This is almost certainly because you're probably an asshole just like my aunt is, probably a super big asshole. I'm guessing that you probably resent me bringing up that subject too, because it reminds you of your weaknesses and no one wants to hear about anything like that, especially after a long work weakness, on your weaknessend.

And you might be right about that, but you can't stop me, so what are you going to do?

You're reading these words right now, aren't you?

So instead of giving in to those asshole weaknessends, try to follow along so that you'll be strengthend!

Let's go!

So, let's start with the history of the CN Tower.