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All Hallows’ Eve is with us again, bringing
Jack-o’-lanterns, trick-or-treaters and, of course, ghosts. During my research
into such entities in Victoria, our province’s great capital (and most haunted
city in Canada), I came across many a hair-raising story and thought them an
appropriate subject for this month’s blog. I have borrowed a few from previous
blogs, so if you are a regular reader you might feel some spooky déjà vu!
One of the most famous ghosts in Victoria
is the departed spirit of Doris Gravelin. Brutally slain near the seventh hole
of Victoria’s Golf Course by her husband Victor and tossed, lifeless, into the
rough. Victor was later found drowned in a water hazard near the ninth, with
her shoes tucked in his pockets. It was ruled a murder/suicide. Several people
have seen the sad figure of this woman as she now wanders the seventh fairway
bloody and, well, dead. (Guess the moral of this story is never talk during his
back-swing).
But she’s not the only female ghost in
Victoria. Hike thorough Beacon Hill Park and you might run into a screaming
brunette, who was oddly murdered on the spot where for years a blonde ghost had
been seen. Called the Doppelhanger ghost, she is often seen with a male lower
half. I have no idea why this is, obviously no fashion sense.
Then there’s Bastion Square and Helmcken
Alley, near the sight of the original fort and courthouse. Apparently in those
early settlement days the First Nations didn’t garner any respect and thousands
of graves were merely covered over. Lots of ghosts, chain rattling and a few
unpaid parking tickets.
What’s a castle without a ghost or two?
Craigdarroch Castle, famous tourist site, with reports of sudden whiffs of
candle smoke, feet running downstairs and a young girl staring out the windows.
The Bard and Banker Pub, once owned by
Robert Service, famous poet, who wrote The Cremation Of Sam McGee, and now
haunted by him after the experience of tripping over several dead people left
after a ship wreck in his funeral home. Not your usual enlightening source of
artistic inspiration.
The tale of a young Chinese boy who haunts
Fan Tan Alley after he murdered a girl that scorned him. The crowd gave chase
and beat him to death in the alley.
Rogers’ Chocolates, where the couple that
opened the store are often seen and passing dogs stop to growl at their suite
above the shop.
Of course, the stately Fairmount Empress
Hotel does not escape unscathed. During recent renovations, two workers quit,
claiming to see a man hanging from a noose. It was later discovered that
indeed, in the fifties, a man had hanged himself in that very same suite. Many
old employees that rather enjoyed their jobs and have never left, even after
death, have been reported still wandering the halls. Now that’s dedication to
your job.
I myself came across a report that a guest
had told the staff that his wife’s luggage had been opened when they got back
to their locked room and her clothes had been taken out and “ghost clothing”
(his words so I presume they were old fashioned) had been put in their place.
It is also reported that the man that built
the Empress and the parliament buildings, Francis Rattenbury, frequents his old
glories, looking for recognition after dying in an unmarked grave.
There are over a dozen other confirmed
sightings in other locations all over Victoria, but the most chilling tale is
of Laurel Point. Back in the early 1800’s what is known now as Laurel Point on
the inner harbour of Victoria, was called Deadman’s Point. It was the burial
place of the Lekwungen First Nations peoples. They believed that the dead never
truly leave us and had set up a whole village for them and considered the area
as sacred. Like the Parsi of India, they don’t bury the dead. Instead they’d
set them out in nature, where the elements would allow the bodies to break down
and return to the environment. They’d gather up the remains and would place
them in baskets that they would mount in trees. Left alone the dead spirits had
a place to be where they would not disturb the living.
In 1885, a European named Jacob Sehl
arrived. He bought Deadman’s Point thinking it would be a great place for his
furniture factory. He proceeded, ignoring any warnings from the First Nations
peoples, to clear and take down all the trees, burn and destroy all the baskets
and bones. Appalled and frightened the native chief moved all of his people
inland, claiming the dead will be very angry. All went unnoticed until January
of 1894, when fires broke out in his factory, and at his house over a kilometer
away, at the same time. His wife Elizabeth went mad after this, claiming she
saw, ‘Firemen Spirits’, running around the house, rubbing their hands along
everything, stoking the fires. She died six months later of insanity. After
losing everything Jacob returned to Europe a broken and bankrupt man.
But the story doesn’t end there. William
Pendray bought the point and again, not concerned with native warnings, built
his new factory there. He was worried about the fires though and installed a
sprinkler system, highly advanced for its time, to protect everything in the event
of another fire. Proud of his new factory, he walked through the building as it
was being finished. Strangely enough, one of the large steel cylinders holding
the water for his sprinklers broke away and fell forty feet, crushing his head.
Wait, there’s more.
His only son Ernest was expected to take
over and like many young males of the time enjoyed riding his horse and buggy
at breakneck speeds through town. As he approached the factory gates, his horse
came to a skidding halt. Ernest was thrown from the buggy, straight in front of
the horse. The horse then bolted and one of the heavy carriage wheels ran over
Ernest’s neck, decapitating the man. It is reported that two male ghosts haunt
one of the rooms of the still standing Pendray Hotel, their former home.
On Laurel Point now stands The Inn At
Laurel Point. Many of the guests have complained about weird things happening
to them, ghosts turning lights on and off, coldness, televisions changing
channels. The restaurant, even on bright sunny days, always appears gloomy and
dark inside.
BC’s famous artist, Emily Carr, has also
been seen at her home, at St. Ann’s Academy and at the James Bay pub. I guess
the old gal is still looking for more inspiration for her next painting.
And if you’re feeling really brave, drive
along Shelbourne Street near Hillside Shopping Mall in the wee hours before
sunrise in October. Many people have reported driving along and having the
whole area shift to an earlier time with just a dirt road.
Even my son, Rory, a Chef De Partie at
Nautical Nellies in downtown Victoria, famous for its seafood and chowder (to
die for, pun intended!), has experienced the ghost that haunts its kitchen. He has
reported pots flying off their wall hooks and objects sliding across the
counter by themselves. “It’s not that I mind the ghosts, Dad,” he explained. “It
just makes it so damn hard to get orders out on time when you’re chasing utensils
around the kitchen”.
So on the thirty-first, spare a thought for
all Victoria’s residents and their trepidation at answering a knock on the door
that night, wondering just who, or What, might be on the other side, asking
“trick or treat?”
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