The Dagg Farm

This story is about our trip to The Dagg Farm last summer. This farm is well known around the Pontiac in West Quebec for a famous poltergeist that harassed the family there in 1889. The Dagg family is still a large family in the area and the graveyards around town have lots of old Dagg family members buried there.

This link will tell you the whole back round story and also has the sworn statement made by George Dagg and multiple neighbours of his stating that these events took place. I won't get into the back round story to deeply here as this is about our experiences at this particular farm. Needless to say this was quite a famous case at its time and many people traveled from a far to witness the strange goings on at the house. There is an old movie about it at the archives in town but it hard to get a hold of because people always have it out.

Finding the Dagg farm it seems is a right of passage for the local kids, as everyone I've spoken to about it has been there at least once. It took us four or five time to finally find the place. It is an old wood house that is completely surrounded by large trees, which hide the house from the road. On the day we finally found the place it was just at sunset like we planned, we had two flashlights, and a patio torch that burned lamp oil, this was my first ghost hunt and I thought having fire would add to the mystique.

The house does have a strange vibe to it, once we crossed the trees everything went quiet, we could no longer hear the wind in the trees or the birds signing. This place is in the back corner of a cornfield with an intersection of two dirt roads near by; beyond the roads is all forest. It was unnerving for it to be so quite but we continued on any way. The house has a small porch in front of what we assumed was the back door, all wood of the house has faded from white to a pale grey now. In the first room downstairs was a big hole where the stairs to the cellar used to be. When we shined our light down it, it was like the light was swallowed, it wouldn't reach the dirt floor which couldn't have been more than four or five feet below us. Very strange. The walls were all exposed studs as if some one had ripped all the old plank boards off the walls, and their was a random old metal tricycle in there too, it was faded green and parked in the corner of the room with it's front wheel to the wall. We went up to the second floor on very old and rotten steps, at the top two rooms branched off one smaller than the other one. Inside people had spray painted silly things on the wall like 'I was here' or 'so and so is gay' (like I said, the kids come here.) but I just couldn't get my feet to take me into any of the rooms. I didn't feel like I was being watched, it wasn't a cold spot, I just couldn't do it.

The worst things at the Dagg farm happened to us in the barns out back. There were two of them; one was clearly where they kept horses complete with a hayloft on the top. The barn still had its stalls for the individual horses with old rotting hay in the loft. It was very dark, a lot of rusted old tools scattered on the floor with some newer beer cans from previous visits. When all three of us had gotten completely into the barn a rope, which was hanging from, the ceiling between the hayloft and the barn started to swing back and forth! It was the strangest thing I have seen in my life as if some one had slowly pulled it back then let it go. It was an old fibre rope, hard to explain but I see a lot of this kind of rope around the old farms in the area. We didn't stick around to see when or if it stopped, we got out of there!

The second barn was a bit newer than the other one but still old now a days. It was clearly used for the tractors and farm implements. It wasn't very big but one side had three walls with an open part at the front, the second part had four walls with a big door on the front. I walked into the dark open part as neither of my other friends would go in after what just happened with the rope. To the left there was stairs leading to the top floor, this still gives me the creeps as I write this, but past the stairs it was very dark with just a bit of the newly risen moon shining in and I swear I saw something come out of the shadow and look right at me! It was just a vague out line of something darker than the darkness around it. I could clearly see the out line of a head and shoulders and the head actually turned to look at me. I got this horrible feeling like I shouldn't be there and ran as fast as I could out. I didn't stop when I reached my friends just told them to come with me and we booked it back to the car. I have goose bumps all over my body right now just remembering it. Sorry for this story being so long! Cheers!