Among my group of friends, I am only the single one. Many of them are married, engaged, or dating. So my closest and dearest friends decided that it would be their jobs to "help" me find a boyfriend of marriage material. This ghost story happened when my friend Mary decided it would be nice to set me up with a date for Valentine Day. (Oh, Happy Valentine's Day to YGS readers!) Mary's fiancé wasn't too happy about the setup. (The guy, Raj, had recently broken up with his girlfriend and also he has a fascination with the paranormal and Boris (Mary's fiancé) thought it wouldn't a good idea to set me up with him.)
Anyway, since both Raj and I would be busy on Valentine's Day, we decided to go on a dinner date on Saturday. As we got talking, we got to know about each other and he told me about his broken relationship and one of the things that his former girlfriend didn't like about him was that he was interested in the paranormal. It wasn't like he was obsessed but she didn't like it and among other things, she dumped him because of it. At this point, I became interested and I told him that I, too, was interested in the paranormal and I don't know what got me going but I told him the stories that I have told everyone here on YGS. He became interested and we kind of hit it off. After dinner, we went to watch a movie, and then out of the blue, Raj asked if I wanted to go see the Hockey Hall of Fame here in Toronto. I was like yeah sure. I hadn't been there in so long and with its history, we wanted to see if we could catch a sight of Dorothy.
The story of the Hockey Hall of Fame is that before the HHF came to the location, it was the Bank of Montreal for about 100 years. The story goes that Dorothea Mae Elliott shot and killed herself at the age of 19-years-old on the second floor bathroom of the bank using the bank's revolver. (Here is the link to the full story in the Toronto Star: http://www.thestar.com/sports/hockey/nhl/article/718662--hockey-hall-of-fame-ghost-revealed-at-last.) There have been many rumours about why she killed herself, with one of them being that she was having an affair with the bank manager.
We went into the Hockey Hall of Fame and were given a tour of the place. Then we were left alone to take a look around. The chills started for the both of us as came closer to the stairs leading to the stairs leading to the second floor. At the foot of the stairs, the atmosphere was thick. You know the feeling one would get when you know something is going to happen; that's how it felt. The air was so thick. Raj felt the atmosphere change and a chilling breezing. I, on the other hand, caught sight of something. I'm not going to say that I saw Dorothy because I'm not sure. I saw a flash of a long black hair and a light coloured dress. I want to put it off as knowing the history of the building and knowing what happened to Dorothy and that forced my imagination into overdrive, but gut feeling says that isn't true. I saw something but I'm not sure what it was. But the feeling was mutual about the air Raj and I were breathing; it was thick and heavy like it happens before a heavy rain storm.
Raj finally said that we had to leave because he couldn't stand it in there. Being the "curiosity killed the cat" type, I wanted to investigate and validate myself that I actually saw what I saw and that it wasn't my imagination or that of building operators. But Raj wasn't taking any of it and wanted to get a move on it. So, we left. But I'll definitely be back to investigate, either by myself or with friends. History has always interested me and this building has been one of them and thanks to Raj, I have become interested in it again.
As for Raj, we decided to be just friends because I don't think the man is ready for a relationship.
If anyone comes to Toronto to visit, I would suggest visiting the Hockey Hall of Fame.