Spooky halloween story

This is the story of my best friend Jack. We had great times together. He would (almost) always go where I wanted and was easy to find when life got rough. He would encourage me when I missed a swing by locking eyes and smiling. But as the day wore on his smile became less encouraging and more mocking. I would catch him staring me down with a sinister look and felt his eyes follow me as I walked past. I was concerned that we had grown too close and that our friendship had turned into an obsession. I tried to leave him by a tree but somehow he made it back into my cart. I told him it was an accident, that I did look for him… but he didn’t believe me. A few rounds later I felt like we mended our differences and started to be best friends again, but then we came to a par-3 tee shot over a pond. I was a bit nervous as I lined up the shot, but felt good with my practice swings. I pulled back my club and started the downswing when he winked at me and my club caught the top of him. Off he sailed like a line drive straight into the water. I never saw him again, but his face still hunts me. Did I hit him into his watery grave on purpose???