Withershins
By Susan Rocan
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Many have heard of the urban legend about running around a church at midnight but may not know its name: Withershins, an ancient term that means 'contrary to the sun'. Some suggest you'll meet the devil. Others believe you'll be transported to the Netherworld. When Michelle attempts it, she experiences something completely different. She finds herself trapped in the mid-eighteen hundreds, at a prairie trading post known to Manitobans as Lower Fort Garry, just north of the capital city of Winnipeg. Michelle tries to survive without modern conveniences – no electricity, no central heating, no running water, no cell phones or internet. When a native shaman tells her she was chosen and why, Michelle isn't convinced. She faces illness, death, and bigotry, but eventually learns patience and even falls in love, as much as she tries to avoid it.
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Withershins - Susan Rocan
Withershins
A Red River Adventure
by Susan Rocan
To two of my biggest supporters – my Mom and Dad – may they both be smiling down at me from heaven.
First edition Copyright © 2008 Susan Rocan
Published by
Great Plains Publication
Winnipeg, Manitoba
https://www.greatplains.mb.ca/
Second edition Copyright © 2023 Susan Rocan
Self-published for e-book, Print on Demand and audio versions
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or in any means, or stored in a database and retrieval system, without prior written permission of Susan Rocan, or in the case of photocopying or other reprographic copying, a license from Access Copyright (Canadian Copyright Licensing Agency), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900, Toronto, Ontario, Canada, M5E 1E5.
Cover design: Susan Rocan through PIXLR
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Rocan, Susan, 1957-
ISBN 978-1-7388875-1-4
I. Title
Prologue
Michelle, there’s supposed to be a spectacular Harvest Moon tonight,
Mom called out as I shrugged into my jean jacket.
I’ll mention it to the guys,
I replied, even though I knew Jason and Kevin were more interested in sports than astronomy. See you later, Mom!
As I headed down the sidewalk to Jason’s car, I thought about the purpose for our little excursion – we were doing research for our eleventh-grade history project. I also hoped that, after we got enough information from old St. Andrew’s Church on River Road, Jason might see me as more than his basketball opponent, more than just the tomboy ‘girl-next-door’ type. I almost resented J’s buddy, Kevin, tagging along with us, but those two were inseparable.
The historic site – the oldest stone church on the Prairies – was only about twenty minutes from our home in north Winnipeg. The drive went quickly because we were all excited about taking an after-hours field trip. After Jason parked his dad’s car in the gravel lot, I wandered the yard studying gravestones, while the boys sat on a low hanging branch and talked about which team would make it to the Grey Cup. Football. Basketball. Hockey. Sports was Jason’s life.
Hey!
I called to them. I thought we were here to research our history project.
The guys just waved at me and continued their discussion. I stifled a sigh as I continued to jot down the names of Manitoba’s earliest settlers from the weatherworn stones – at least, those I could still read. Near the church entrance, I noticed a small, moss-covered sarcophagus, its weight sinking it into the peat moss. A fairly new black marble name plate on its lid displayed an etched image of its occupant and an inscription which read:
ARCHDEACON
WILLIAM COCHRAN
1796-1865
LAID TO REST BY THE WALKWAY
"SO HE WOULD BE FOREVER BEFORE THE SETTLER
GOING UP TO THE CHURCH OF GOD"
SO HE MIGHT YET SPEAK TO YOUNG AND OLD.
1865! This man died almost a hundred and sixty years ago. I wished he could speak to me of those historic days. I’d get an ‘A’ on my report for sure!
Suddenly, a chill breeze blew my hair away from my neck, sending goose bumps down my back and arms. I shivered and went to find my friends.
Closing time!
the church caretaker called out, not a moment too soon.
I was more than happy to leave that creepy place. Jason drove to Skinners Dine-in, where we ate the world’s best hot dogs and slurped sodas.
Let’s head back to the churchyard,
Jason suggested.
But it’s illegal,
I protested. The sign said ‘no trespassing after dusk’
We aren’t going to hurt anything,
Jason insisted. I just want to try something called ‘the withershins’. You know, where you run around a church three times at midnight. Some people claim you’ll meet the devil, or travel to the underworld, or something.
Now why on earth would anyone want to do that?
I argued.
It’s just an urban legend,
Jason claimed. Come on. It’ll be fun.
Don’t ask me why I went along with his crazy scheme. Maybe I just wanted to show him I wasn’t chicken. Whatever the reason, it changed my life forever…
Chapter 1 – St. Andrew’s Church
Jason parked by a clump of trees along the river. He and Kevin quickly climbed over the low stone fence and hurried through the graveyard, heading for the church. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath for courage. As the autumn wind wrestled the few remaining leaves off the trees, I swore I heard ghostly voices warning me away. Not wishing to be left alone in that spooky place, I hurried after the guys, calling to them in a hoarse whisper.
Wait!
Instead, they ran to the other side of the church – their idea of a joke, I suppose.
On the river side of the yard, the moon shone as bright as a streetlight, but the north side was a different story. Partially clad trees and bushes cast eerily writhing shadows over the gravestones. I was hesitant to venture into the darkness, so I waited at the edge of the light, peering into the night. Taking another deep breath, I took a step forward expecting that, at any moment, someone, or some thing would reach for me.
Who-who-whoo!
I nearly jumped out of my skin! I caught movement in a tree across the yard. Two yellow orbs blinked and stared down at me. I exhaled loudly, relieved to find it was only an owl. I continued to search for the boys, my heart beating a strong rhythm against my rib cage. I stood perfectly still, concentrating on every sound, hoping to get a clue as to where they were hiding.
Just then, something small and furry brushed against my foot. I screamed! The piercing sound echoed through the night air. I clamped a hand over my mouth to deaden the sound but feared I might already have awakened the minister who lived across the road. I hoped he would not call the police.
As the beat of powerful wings whipped past my head, something struck my shoulder, dropping to the ground beside my foot. A triangular shape glinted in the moonlight. I retrieved it, held it in my hand. The triangle felt like stone, its edges sharp, its surfaces ridged. I dug a penlight from my backpack so I could examine it more closely. It looked like an arrowhead. My heart beat a little faster at the discovery of such an object, wondering how old it might be. I stuffed it into my pouch and continued my quest to find my friends.
I was so focused on finding the boys, I didn’t notice the fog until it swept past my feet. Glancing nervously behind me, I saw mist pouring over the wall like the froth of some witch’s brew. The dampness of the swirling mass seeped through the denim of my jacket, sending fingers of ice along my spine. I headed straight for the front doors of the church, unwilling to spend another second alone in the growing fog.
Avoiding the ancient gravestones, I kept my eyes on the steeple, a mere shadow that loomed in the centre of the yard as it became shrouded in mist. Stumbling towards it, my panic grew, like the vapours surrounding me. I caught the doorstep with my toe and tumbled onto the concrete. My thin gloves protected my hands from a nasty scrape, but my palms still hurt.
Wrapping my arms around my knees, I sat down to wait for the boys.
After checking the glowing numbers on my watch, I realized it was almost midnight – a thought I found comforting only because it meant Jason would have to take me home soon. I prayed he’d forget about his crazy notion of running around the church. The fog would make that extremely difficult, not to mention dangerous.
Jason?
I croaked. Kevin?
I heard disembodied snickers and knew the boys were up to something.
Come on, you guys,
I pleaded. This isn’t funny.
I peered through the fog, trying to locate them, but they stayed just far enough away that all I could see were two dark silhouettes. When I took a step towards them, they backed off until they disappeared.
C’mon you guys,
I whined, but all I heard was the sound of my own voice, muffled by the dampness around me.
The fog was now so dense, I could scarcely see more than an arm’s length ahead of me. I tried to pierce through the blanket of mist with my penlight. My trembling hand scattered the beam in a jagged line but didn’t illuminate the boys. The light just bounced back at me.
Suddenly, two snarling figures lunged at me.
My shriek must have been heard for miles! I flashed my light into the grinning faces of my so-called friends.
That wasn’t funny!
I yelled at them. I nearly had a heart attack!
The boys simply roared with laughter. I was furious with them.
That’s it!
I spat. I’m going to the car.
I stalked off across the yard. Jason ran up and grabbed my arm.
Michelle, wait!
he laughed. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad. Just couldn’t resist the temptation, what with the fog and all. Come on back. It’s almost midnight. We’ll do the Withershins thing and then go home. Okay?
I don’t know,
I pouted. I don’t like the idea of running around the church when I can barely see my feet.
If you stay near the building, you’ll be safe enough,
Jason insisted. Please?
When he gave me that puppy-dog look, how could I refuse?
All right,
I relented. Let’s just do it and leave. This place gives me the creeps. And you’d better not try anything funny!
We promise,
Kevin replied as he appeared out of the dark. He placed one hand over his heart and held his other one up as though swearing an oath. No funny stuff.
Who wants to try it first?
Jason asked.
Why can’t we all do it together?
My suggestion seemed perfectly logical to me.
Too scared to do it alone?
Jason teased.
My cheeks puffed out in exasperation. Fine! I’ll do it, just to get this over with.
Okay,
Jason said. Start by the front doors. We’ll count as you pass us. Ready?
As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess. But remember, no tricks!
Right, then,
Jason said. Go!
I took off, sprinting counter-clockwise around the church, keeping one eye on the shadowy wall, the other one on what little I could see ahead of me. As I rounded the fourth corner, I heard the boys shout, One!
I continued on through the thick fog, keeping my shoulder close to the church for guidance.
Two!
the boys called as I passed them, again.
I was beginning to wheeze from the exertion, but knew I had to finish the ritual, or I’d never hear the end of it. As I approached the final corner, I noticed a strange glow.
Probably just the boys’ flashlights, I thought, without slowing down.
As I got closer, I noticed the fog was now swirling in a circle. Before I could stop, I was suddenly engulfed in blinding white light. The air whirled around me, sucking me in like a whirlpool. I tried to pull back but plunged headfirst into the eddies. I felt like I was falling in slow motion, my body numbed by wind and cold. Terrified, I screamed out Jason’s name. My voice echoed hollowly before fading away. I heard Jason and Kevin calling to me, as if from a great distance. Then, my ears were deafened by silence.
I held out my hands to brace my fall, but it seemed to take forever to land. When I finally did hit the ground, a jolt of pain shot through my wrist. As I rolled onto my side, my head struck something hard and sharp. Pinpricks of light danced in front of my eyes for a moment before they gradually disappeared. Unfortunately, the dull ache from the impact did not.
I lay on my back for a moment, trying to catch my breath and keep the world from spinning around me. I expected Jason and Kevin to rush to my side with words of sympathy, offering a helping hand, but they never arrived. Angrily, I tried to stand. A second later, I realized my mistake. Nausea forced me to sit and wait until the dizziness subsided.
Moving more slowly, I tried to steady myself, wobbling on weak knees like a newborn colt. I reached for the church wall, in an attempt to steady myself, but my hand only found air. Puzzled, my eyes tried to pierce through the fog but, through its thick blanket, I could not even make out the church’s shadow. I was disoriented by the lack of landmarks. The fog obliterated everything familiar and the only two directions I knew, with any certainty, were up and down.
My annoyance deepened as I brushed myself off and noticed one knee of my jeans was torn. Blood stained the ragged edges. Touching my temple, I realized I’d gashed it as well.
Great,
I muttered under my breath. I inhaled deeply and shouted into the fog, Thanks for not helping, you guys!
I hoped to hear, Sorry,
or Are you okay?
but the words never came.
As I stood there, the fog began to drift away, like someone shredding a wall of cotton. I was relieved. Now, I could find my way back to the church so Jason could drive me home. I didn’t want to stay another second!
I glanced in the direction I thought the church should be but couldn’t see it. Looking up, I noticed that the full moon was still bright, illuminating the mist, which hovered just above the grass as it retreated towards the river.
Funny, I thought. I can see moonlight glistening on the water. Earlier, the stone wall had blocked the river from view. I was surprised to see absolutely nothing obstructing my view, not even gravestones standing in the yard, only tall grass bending in the breeze. I whirled away from the river towards the church, but saw no tall steeple, no stained-glass windows, only layers of Tyndall stone bricks stacked three high, as if the entire building had been torn down. Or as if…a sudden, insane thought gripped my mind…it was in the early stage of construction.
But that was impossible, I decided. I just got turned around and wandered too far away because of the fog.
I glanced over my left shoulder, staring in disbelief at the apparent wilderness that unfolded to the horizon. An occasional structure rose up in stark relief to the prairie grasses. Silhouetted creatures lowed mournfully at the stars. Despite all that, the oddest thing I noticed was the lack of trees where, before the fog swept in, the entire area had been filled with tall oaks, poplars, evergreens and magnificent mansions artistically melded into the lavish woodlands along the river.
I frowned. What the devil was going on around here?
Fear and uncertainty brewed a tempest in my stomach – a writhing, sickening hurricane of bile that threatened to engulf me. I swallowed hard to squelch the urge to vomit. With extreme effort, I forced my mind to consider logical explanations for what was happening, but my brain seemed as barren as the wind-swept prairie that stretched out for kilometres in every direction.
I was furious at Jason and Kevin for talking me into all this – and mad at myself for giving in to Jason’s charm. Now, I was lost. Drawing myself up as tall as possible, I decided to be as level-headed about my situation as possible. Without Jason to drive me, I knew I’d need to call Dad for a ride home. I reached into my backpack for my cell phone, but there were no bars, no reception.
Slowly, I circled, peering through the darkness for a place that might have a land line.
Thank Heaven!
A building loomed out of the darkness only a couple hundred metres away. It had a strange silhouette with a sloping roofline, but it was the closest thing to a house I could see. I aimed for it, hoping that whoever lived there would let me use their phone to call home. Maybe the occupants could also tell me where the heck I was.
Blinding pain pierced my head and throbbed in my wrist as I stumbled along the uneven ground towards the oddly primitive house. It looked like something from ‘Little House on The Prairie’ with simple wood boards and plain, single-pane glass windows. An old-fashioned latch secured the door, which was held onto its frame by cast-iron hinges. Since there was absolutely nothing modern about the structure, I wondered whether the occupants were trying to get back to nature, but they were a long way from the Hutterite colony to the west. Maybe they were part of some historically based reality show.
I banged on the rough door until I heard movement inside. In order to ease their minds, I called out, I need your help! Please, can you help me? I’m lost!
A muffled debate seeped through the cracks of the un-insulated wall, as though the people inside were deciding whether it was safe to open the door to a complete stranger at that late hour. Finally, a balding, middle-aged man in a striped, knee-length nightshirt opened the door. Oddly, he looked like a younger version of the man etched into the old sarcophagus in the churchyard. A descendant, perhaps?
A woman, wearing a frilly flannel nightgown and cap, cowered behind him holding a brass candleholder. The candle flame wavered in the woman’s nervous hand.
Who is it?
she whispered to her husband.
The man took the flickering candle and held it towards me.
Do I know ye, lad?
he asked in a distinctively Scottish brogue.
No,
I replied, ignoring the fact he’d referred to me as a boy. I’m lost. Could I please use your phone?
Phone?
The man’s brow puckered into a sea of wrinkles. I have never heard of such a thing but come in child. Ye look half frozen.
My teeth were chattering a bit, more from nervousness than the damp chill. The old-fashioned couple seemed harmless enough, although a bit eccentric, so I took a chance and stepped inside. The man passed the candle back to the woman and shoved the door closed. I followed the woman’s eerie shadow down a short hallway into a large room.
Walking to a wood-burning stove, she set the candle on its warming shelf. She lifted a lid, stirred the embers with a poker and tossed in a split log. Satisfied by the warm glow, the woman replaced the stove cover. Bringing the candle to the simple wood table, she returned her attention to me. She offered me a seat on a homemade chair with a quilted cushion.
How did ye happen to be lost?
the man asked.
I was with friends,
I began, deciding to give the simplest explanation. We were at St. Andrew’s when a fog rolled in. When it disappeared, everything was different. I guess I wandered too far away. I have no idea where I am, now.
Tears threatened to spill down my cheek, so I bit my lip and looked away.
Poor child!
the woman said, patting my shoulder sympathetically.
What farm do ye hail from?
the man asked.
Farm?
I questioned. I come from the city. You know, Winnipeg.
What place is that, now?
he asked, his forehead puckering. Ye must have come from a great distance, from a place I do not know.
You must have heard of Winnipeg,
I replied. It’s the biggest city around here.
Perhaps ye mean the Upper Fort,
the man said, thoughtfully rubbing his chin. ‘Tis the largest place I know of around here.
Upper Fort?
I asked. You must mean Lower Fort Garry.
There is that, too,
he said. It is also a mite closer. Ye must be from there.
Convinced he had solved the problem, he crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. I, on the other hand, was not at all certain about his conclusion. I let out an exasperated sigh, wondering how I could explain myself any more clearly to this odd couple.
It doesn’t matter where I came from,
I said finally. If I could just use your phone…
The blank look on their faces confused me.
You do have a phone, don’t you? You know, telephone? The thing you use when you want to talk to someone a long way away?
Still nothing.
Maybe one of your neighbours has one,
I suggested, rising with the hope of finding just such a person.
I definitely needed to get out of here. These