At the Niagara Grape & Wine Festival 2000, Tony was presented with the "Royal Bank Business Citizen of the Year" Award. He is also a director of The Canadian Wine Library and a founding member of the Wine Writers Circle. Tony is the creator of the annual Ontario Wine Awards competition, an honorary governor of Cuvée and a director of the Independent Wine Education Guild. He averages 40–50 personal appearances a year at seminars and lectures. Tony is an accomplished wine educator and lecturer. Tony's latest book, with chef Gurth Pretty, is The Definitive Canadian Wine & Cheese Cookbook. He was the wine columnist for The Toronto Star for 21 years and has authored 14 books on wine and food, including The Wine Lover's Companion, The Wine Lover Cooks, Travels With My Corkscrew, Vintage Canada and The Wine Atlas of Canada. Thanks and I hope you use this story because it is true and terrifying.Tony Aspler has been writing about wine for more than 30 years, and today he is the most widely respected wine writer in Canada. If you can can you shoutout my channel 'Chilli-C' or leave a link down in your description of the video because I upload videos to and want to grow and would really appreciate it. BTW love your vids cause they're entertaining AF and the moment I see a new video on notifications, I stop doing whatever it is and watch it twice. You could maybe put this story in true graveyard stories, true nighttime stories, true walking stories or maybe a video of it's own. I'm just glad I trusted my gut instinct that night because, even though I physically outmatched the guy, there was no telling what he could have done to me.' He believes the man may have been down the walkway waiting for me and that when he saw me stand at the split in the path and turn to the graveyard, he must have thought I saw him and went after me which explains why he went into the graveyard behind me and that he only stopped following me when he saw I reached my house and thought it was too late. My siblings have come up with theories about what happened that night but, it's my younger brother's that freaks me out the most. I couldn't help them out with a description other then he was wearing a hoody and he was 5ft 10-11 tall. I nearly fainted when I read the title 'Body found in plastic bag in forest walkway at hotel'. I then checked the local news on my phone. I woke up 2 days later and looked out my window to see a forensics team in the forest. I didn't tell my brother, sister or mom about what I saw as they would freak out. He didn't chase after me once I entered my front garden. I quickly shut it, ran down the hill and onto the path to the driveway of my house. As I did, manic footsteps came running down towards the front gate. I opened the front gate which made a squeaky sound too. I quickly walked down the row and to the front gate without making a sound. I was 6ft 1 and only 70kg so I could of taken this guy on if he was gonna jump me but this guy could have a knife or even a gun. His back was turned to me and yes he was standing on someone's grave. Three or four rows of graves behind me was a man with a hood over his face. CRUNCH! The sound of someone stepping on small stones on someones grave made my heart skip a beat. Over the sound of my own steps, I swear I could here the sound of footsteps hitting the stony path. I opened and shut the squeaky sounding gate and walked around the rows of tombstones.There were little candlelight's on some of the graves. I was about to go the normal way down the walkway but my gut instinct was telling me not to go down the walkway. I could either continue down the forest walk for 1/3 kilometer then turnoff to the hole in the wall at the back of my house or turn off into the graveyard, come out the front of the graveyard, down a hill and onto a path leading to the front of my house. It was October and 9:00pm so it was pitch black apart from the hotel castle's lights which provided a bit of light when approaching the walkway. I was walking back from using the pool one Thursday night. It was a great routine that I still do however, there was this one experience that was damn right terrifying. I would constantly go over to the gym after school, run back for dinner and return to use the pool as people were at work or studying when I used the gym and when they used the gym, I would use the pool. Once I turned 16, my present was membership to the club. Connected to the hotel was a leisure club with a gym, spa and pool that many people in the village would use. There is also a graveyard beside my house that many would walk through to get to the hotel. There is a hotel that is separated by a forest walkway from the back of my house. My house is located in an estate in a forest area. 'I live in a suburb of a big town in Ireland.
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