I went ghost hunting last night in Picton, ‘Australia’s most haunted town’. I had the privilege of spending my formative teenage years living there, attending the local high school. It was the social equivalent of being dragged over hot coals, dunked in oil, and dragged over the coals again, followed by having your fingernails ripped out and dunked in a metho bath. If you know what I mean.
Anyway, the ghost hunt was pretty freaky. The Mushroom Tunnel is one cold, scary, dark, yukky feeling place. I’m not a skeptic, but I’m not sure I believe in ghosts. If I do, it’s as a matter of residual energy left behind by strong emotions, and sometimes you see the imprint of it, like a light that’s burned itself into your vision and still exists when you close your eyes. If you know what I mean.
Whatever. there is definitely something in the Tunnel, both my husband and I saw it. And I took one very cool photo. I got a lot of ‘orbs’ on film that night, but most I can explain by dust motes or rain drops, so I’m not even going to put them up. This one I can’t. I’ve cropped and enlarged it too. It’s blue. Freeeeeeaky.
Reasons I love Picton
1) They have ghosts there.
2)The buildings are old.
3)My granny lives there.
Erm… that’s about it, really. If you know what I mean.