Every pane of glass in this church had been shattered by the explosion from miles away. This pane was the only one not completely shattered. The remaining glass leaves a silhouette of a mans profile. Locals claim that it has a striking resemblance of the preist who founded the church and had passed away a few years prior to the explosion. There had always been a feeling that he was still looking after the church. This is not a ghost cetainly, and is most likely a case of dumb luck followed by matrixing. I still think it is incredibly facinating. Halifax is by far my favorite town EVER. It has the most amazing history. I also was able to view the graves of Titanic victims that were unclaimed when brought to shore, hence they were burried in Halifax.