In March 1998, the following letter appeared in the Times-Colonist. An abridged version is here reprinted with the kind permission of both the Editor and the author, Kevin Munson.
Many stories have been written and tales told over the past 30 years about the ghost that haunts the rocky tidal area of the Victoria Golf Course between Trial Island and the Oak Bay Beach Hotel. Services have been held on the waterfront to allow the restless spirit to finally rest. Often, when I drive past this spot on Beach Drive during the evening, there will be a few cars parked with anxious teenagers inside hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost.
Yet for 33 years no one has interviewed the person who originally saw the ghost on a foggy evening back in 1964. All stories appear to have been taken from archives of old newspapers.
This person is my uncle, Tony Gregson. At the time, he was out for a walk with his friend Jennifer on the rolling hills of the golf course. It was 9. p.m. and there was a cool mist in the air and a barely perceptible breeze. The intertidal area is very rocky, with large dips and abrupt, craggy boulders. It would be impossible to walk over this rock with a smooth motion.
What they both saw clearly was a white semi-transparent shape about the size of a real person glide over the rocks, yet following the contour of the ground. Then it stopped on a last rock pinnacle at the water’s edge and remained there for several minutes. They were both terrified! Tony and Jennifer thought the figure resembled a woman and something in the shape suggested the clothing style was old-fashioned. Hurrying back home, my uncle told his father about it.
At the time, my grandfather was the editor of the Oak Bay Leader, so the story was told in the next printing. This the time I remember clearly as a 9-year old. Everyone wanted to go to the golf course every night and at the supper table there was always talk of new sightings and whether such a thing could be really true. Going into the past records of the area, it was discovered that murder had occurred at this place in 1936. A woman was found strangled amid the broom above the beach. Her estranged husband’s body was found decomposed in a kelp bed offshore several weeks later. Could it be that she was haunting the very scene of the crime?
To this day, my Uncle Tony frequently walks into the golf course from his old family home nearby. He has never seen the phenomenon again, yet he always casts a furtive glance in that direction. He remembers the graceful way in which the luminous shape moved over the rocks. His friend Jennifer still lives in Victoria as well. Both maintain the same account of what they saw, yet neither can explain what the weird sighting was.
Their story is included in Ghosts, True stories of British Columbia, by Robert C. Bleak under the title Phantom of the Links, and More Canadian Ghost Stories by Eileen Sonia.