When he died, in the year 1900, William Mellis Christie was one of the most famous businessmen in Toronto. He'd built a fortune. Lived in a mansion across from Queen's Park at the corner of Wellesley. Christie Street was named in his honour. As he was laid to rest in Mount Pleasant cemetery, his son, Robert, inherited it all: the money, the business and the Christie Mansion.
And that, if you believe the rumours, is when things got weird.
Robert, you see, had a mistress. And while he was living there with his family, he decided to have her move in as well. He kept her hidden in a secret chamber behind the wood paneling in the library. It was fully furnished, with a bed and a bathroom and a butler to bring her all of her meals so that she would never have to leave. She would just hang out in there, waiting for him to visit so they could have sex and carry on whatever twisted semblance of a romantic life you can when one of you is being held in the secret room of a Victorian mansion by your lunatic cookie baron lover, slowly going mad as he loses interest and you're left alone more and more often, hour after hour after hour, until you finally can't take it any more and you hang yourself from the rafters.
Her ghost, as you might expect, still walks the halls of the mansion some nights, scaring the crap out of the Jesuits who run the place—it's Regis College now, part of the University of Toronto.
Photo: Christie Mansion (via Nightmare Revue, which does Ghost Tours of Toronto)
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This post originally appeared on the Toronto Dreams Project Historical Ephemera Blog, which tells stories about the history of Toronto, including tales of bank robbers, duels and 100 year-old fish. You can read more highlights from it here, or visit it yourself here.