The famous Niagara Falls has a hidden cave that can give you direct access to its rushing water

One of North America’s famous tourist destination is the Niagara Falls. It is famous for it’s breath-taking scenery that will leave anyone in awe.

However, this seemingly perfect and beautiful creation has a dark secret hidden just beneath the hustle and bustle of the happy tourists.

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A hidden cave with a dark secret dubbed as”The cave of Evil Spirits” that dates back well over three centuries can be seen on one side of the tourist attraction. Legend says its curse endures to this day.

On July 7, 1936, city historian Edward T. Williams recounted the legend of the cave in an effort to preserve the story for future generations… and as a warning to those who would dare seek it out. “In 1669, there came to the Niagara river Robert Cavalier de LaSalle who in the succeeding 18 years was to be Niagara’s most frequent visitor,” he wrote. “He was the fifth white man to set foot on Niagara County soil.”

LaSalle, together with his Native American guide Garonkouthie passed by the cave, the Canadian explorer inquired about the cave and his guide related the following story as a warning that LaSalle should not enter the cave.


This story is told as reported by Road Trippers:

Ages and ages of prosperity and happiness to the red men had passed from the time of his first creation. The Great Spirit loved his red children, and gave them this country for the sole use and enjoyment. So it would have continued forever, if the Great Falls of Onguiaahra, whose thunder, we now hear so plainly, had continued near the spot where your canoe landed. But the red men became bad, and vexed the Great Spirit with their war parties. The rocks began to fall off amid thunders and storms, and scarcely a moon passed that was not marked by some change. Moons and moons passed and the falls were above this “Devil’s Hole” which then became open to the rapids, and the Evil Spirit could get out.

Noise of thunder, shrieks and groans were often heard from his darkened den, which greatly excited the curiosity of a fine young brave who insisted upon examining the secrets of this dark prison house. Armed for battle, he descended with much difficulty, and we never saw him more. Then came the word that the pale faces, in the vast canoes which could each carry an army, had come out of the great sea, and landed under the midday sun. The evil was distant, and we thought little of it. Time passed on, and another of our young men descended into the cavern; he returned in a few hours, a raving maniac, and his hair, which had been black and glossy as a Raven had become white as snow.

“Such is the tradition of our race,” said his guide. “Judge then, my white brother, whether you could disturb the Evil Spirit of this abode and not suffer the penalty.”

LaSalle, being the explorer that he is, felt intrigued about what his guide told him. He decided to set foot on the cave to learn if there is truth behind what his guide said to him.


Once he was inside, the evil spirit tried to whisper to his ear, “Return to your home in Canada and wealth, honors, a long life of usefulness shall be yours, and when death comes, generations of your descendants shall follow you to your grave, history shall transmit your name to posterity as the successful founder of a great empire,” it said. “Proceed to the west and although gleams of hope may, at times, shine in your path, ingratitude and disappointment will be sure to meet and follow you until treacherous murder shall end your days remote from human habitation without the shelter of even a wigwam of a friendly red man. The eagles of the desert shall strip the flesh from your bones which shall lay bleaching under the tropical sun, unburied and unprotected by the cross you now so devotedly cherish.”

LaSalle freaked out after hearing this and immediately left the cave. Too bad, the series of unfortunate events already started to happen.


Many of his men had deserted him, returning to Montreal. Within a decade, all of his fortune had dwindled, and in an effort to regain his lost wealth, he did exactly as the Evil Spirit advised against: he set out West to start a colony in Louisiana.

In the middle of his expedition, LaSalle was murdered by his own men, his body abandoned and left to decay in the woods near the Mississippi River.

To this day, the legend of the cave still endures.