The Ghost on the Golf Course - Part Two

The scene at the Bell on the sixth green is the most famous part of this tale.

It has become a rite of passage for high school kids in Victoria to try to reenact certain events from that fateful night in 1936. It all began with the ringing of a bell. Legend says quite simply that if you ring the bell, she will come!

Before I go further I want to set the scene by giving you a wider view of the haunted golf course. I won't mention the name because I've heard the current owners are not thrilled by all the publicity which they see as a negative thing.

Just look at this place... I don't know how anyone could concentrate on their golf game, playing in this beautiful scenery! But take a second look as dusk settles. Can you sense it? Can you hear that tiny voice in the back of your mind? Turn back now!

Doris and Victor were separated. Apparently, he was a mean drunk but Doris still loved him. Over time they had begun to speak again. Victor wanted a reconciliation and Doris was at least willing to listen. They started taking walks together on the golf course in the evenings. Doris was living nearby and Victor would show up and ring the bell. That sound carries for a long distance! Doris would come out and together they would stroll and sometimes visit the Oak Bay Hotel for drinks or dinner. It is believed that on their final night together this is exactly what happened.

There really are no further details available. They must have argued - perhaps about money or about Victor's drinking problems. In any case, the police figure they fought, he killed her somewhere near the sixth green, and then dragged her body a quarter mile down to the shore. Why did he remove her shoes? I honestly think he didn't want her heels scuffing up the green as he dragged her body! If you remember, Victor's body was discovered a full month later tangled up in a bed of seaweed a hundred yards offshore. Her shoes were in his pocket.

It must be hell to live in the neighbourhood because that bell often rings out loud during the night as amateur ghost hunters try their luck. Most people admit that nothing happens but I will never forget my first try.

I stepped over the small fence separating the course from the sidewalk on Beach Drive. I walked over beside the green and grabbed the rope, my camera in the other hand. As I pulled the rope a loud clang split the cool night air and I shivered uncontrollably. I knew it even before I looked... here she comes!

To be continued...

Read part one of the story here.