In the early 1890s, a vicious diphtheria outbreak swept through the Edmonton Settlement. Within weeks, eight mothers were united by unimaginable grief — each had lost her infant child.

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At the hospital where their babies took their last breaths worked Sister Mercy Ashcroft, a devout nurse with peculiar beliefs. She claimed that death was not an ending, but a veil — and that with the right ritual, grieving mothers might hear their children’s voices once more.

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Sister Mercy carved a spirit table by hand, inscribing prayers and symbols into the wood. She invited the eight mothers to gather around it, offering them the promise of reunion. Desperate and broken, they accepted.

 

The Eight Mothers
 

• Eleanor Whitcombe, the Governess – Raised other people’s children, only to bury her own.

• Margaret Hargrave, the Heiress – Wealth could buy everything but salvation for her baby.

• Isabelle “Belle” Moreau, the Seamstress – Sewed garments for others, but could not stitch her child’s fragile life back together.

• Agnes Rowley, the Teacher – Taught lessons of resilience, yet could not endure the loss of her infant.

• Beatrice Allen, the Hostess – Known for filling her home with laughter, silenced by grief.

• Sarah Pritchard, the Farmer’s Daughter – Strong and faithful, undone by the death of her twins.

• Juliette D’Aubrey, the Actress – A woman of drama and ghost stories, left only with tragedy.

• Catherine O’Shea, the Newly Widowed – Having buried her husband, she was soon forced to bury her child as well.
   

Each mother entered the séance with hope of hearing her baby’s voice one final time. What occurred in that parlour remains clouded in whispers and speculation — only this much is certain:

Within three nights of the séance, all eight mothers were dead.
 

Some say they found peace. Others insist they were claimed by forces beyond their control. Sister Mercy herself vanished from record soon after, leaving only the carved table behind.
 

The Séance Experience invites you to step into this chilling history — to sit where they sat, to hear their stories, and to decide for yourself what lingers beyond the veil.