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Caught up with some old friends I had not seen a few years and had a few beers.
I thought you might enjoy hearing the yarn. I had mentioned a place that froze the expressions on the faces of men I never expected ever to see......You could hear a pin drop
The following story was told to me by my two old friends of over 20 odd years. Both of them are highly respected long term serving military veterans who have fought all over the world in the special forces and as UN peace keepers. They are well drilled no nonsence type of men who wish thier respective names to be kept private.
Both who happend to have had some leave at the same time decided a short break in Tasmania Australia for a few days. Both had traveled all around the world but never visited Tasmania and wanted to see the history and the place and a bit of a pub crawl. They decided to fly drive and pre booked Holiday Cabins all around Tassie.
This was in the winter of 2004. They during thier 7 day tour of Tassie had booked a cabin next door to the convict ruins at Port Arthur. They did the usual things saw the sea caves, Dog Chain, Port Arthur during the day. At night they even did a ghost tour much to thier amusement for a bit of fun. Just like any other tourist.
The whole place reeked of atmosphere in the dead of winter, quiet, dead still with and air of sadness nipped by the icy fingers of winter. Driving to Port Arthur in winter is an evil and forbidden place with a perpetual gloom cast by the overhanging trees cast deep shadows that eats into the soul. It feels and looks like a dead place.
The Holiday Cabins was in walking distance from the historic convict prison settlement. The cabin looked like they were built in the 1950's. With misssion brown painted on the half timbered veneer on the bottom with lime green painted fibro up the top. A classical mom and pop enterprise of the 1950's. The main room of the cabin had a kitchen and dinning room table and double bed. The second room of the cabin was a bedroom with 2 bunk beds and another doorway leading to a shower and toilet. The cabin was a little old and decrepid but clean. The room with the bunk bed had only one window.
One of men had the double bed as a reward for who ever was driving that day. The other had the lower bunk bed for the night. they had retired for the night about midnight after having a few beers and a laugh in the warmth of the cabin, of the guides trick pulled to give a little fright to tourists of the ghost tour.
About 130 am even with the heater on the temperature dropped for even battle hardened veterans to feel the chill. The man in the double bed felt a strange sensation of the blankets being pulled off through the night which disturbed him all night.
But that was nothing compared to what happend to the man in the lower bunk bed in the room next door. He had finally fallen off to sleep only to be awoken with the sensation of some thing crawling up his body on the bed. He told me he could feel the weight of thing on his chest. And the most frightening thing of all this Icy cold presence was moving up to his face and invaded his personal space about 2cm from his face as he lay on his back mortified in the bunk bed. An ice cold breath could be felt on his face.
Fear left him paralyised for a monment. And icy blob of blackness 2cm fom his face spoke to him in a very faint whisper. "Are you my daddy?" As you could imagine in an instant he sat up in the bunk trying to focus his eyes and in the corner of the room was two dark shadows of what appeared to be the outline of two little children standing hand in hand about 4 and 5. This totally unerved him out and he jumped up and turned the light on to see nothing. Did he dream it all or did he really see some thing?
The noise he made woke his mate in the front room who called out, Are you are all right? He mumbered a response still bewildered if it had been all a night mare. He suddenly felt very ill and went into bathroom and was sick. Washing up after vomiting several times he washed his face still rather upset looked into to mirror above the wash basin.
To his horror in the mirror there was 2 little girls one slightly taller than the other holding hands covered in blood in background. He spun around to the shower cubicle to where he had seen them in the mirror. Nothing! Turned to the mirror again and they had vanished.
I would of been hauling my ass out of there way before that. But he was a strong willed person even if slighly now rattled. he slept with the light on for the rest of the night. Stangely enough the man in the front room heard the light going on and off all night to day light.
They left early that morning dumping keys back to the park attendant of the cabin park. The look in her eyes betrayed to them that she knew there was something not quite right about that cabin? And the queer haunted looks of 2 battle hardened veterans both over 6ft was enough to confirm her suspicions. Nothing was said but the looks said it all.
Nothing was said between the two men either as they drove away in silence from the haunting beauty of the Tasman --deleted--ular. A few years later one of the men read an article about the Port Arthur massacre. A gunman shot and killed about 35 men women and children at the Port Authur historic site in 1996. Two of the victims was two sisters aged 3 and 6 gunned down as they entered the park. They with thier mother was tragically murdered.
The man that slept in the bedroom was haunted for many years with the guilt that he felt compelled to find and contact the father of the murdered family? But was afraid of reminding the heart broken father the tragic loss of his family. And it tormented him if he did approch him how he would react? The whole experience had changed him. He was once a strong man so sure of himself, now retired and some what now a ghost of his former self.
Was the story true? These 2 men are the most unimaginative men I have ever met. Cold hard and practical not the sort given to such stories.
It was the once and only time I ever saw thier blood ran cold.......
Crow
Caught up with some old friends I had not seen a few years and had a few beers.
I thought you might enjoy hearing the yarn. I had mentioned a place that froze the expressions on the faces of men I never expected ever to see......You could hear a pin drop
The following story was told to me by my two old friends of over 20 odd years. Both of them are highly respected long term serving military veterans who have fought all over the world in the special forces and as UN peace keepers. They are well drilled no nonsence type of men who wish thier respective names to be kept private.
Both who happend to have had some leave at the same time decided a short break in Tasmania Australia for a few days. Both had traveled all around the world but never visited Tasmania and wanted to see the history and the place and a bit of a pub crawl. They decided to fly drive and pre booked Holiday Cabins all around Tassie.
This was in the winter of 2004. They during thier 7 day tour of Tassie had booked a cabin next door to the convict ruins at Port Arthur. They did the usual things saw the sea caves, Dog Chain, Port Arthur during the day. At night they even did a ghost tour much to thier amusement for a bit of fun. Just like any other tourist.
The whole place reeked of atmosphere in the dead of winter, quiet, dead still with and air of sadness nipped by the icy fingers of winter. Driving to Port Arthur in winter is an evil and forbidden place with a perpetual gloom cast by the overhanging trees cast deep shadows that eats into the soul. It feels and looks like a dead place.
The Holiday Cabins was in walking distance from the historic convict prison settlement. The cabin looked like they were built in the 1950's. With misssion brown painted on the half timbered veneer on the bottom with lime green painted fibro up the top. A classical mom and pop enterprise of the 1950's. The main room of the cabin had a kitchen and dinning room table and double bed. The second room of the cabin was a bedroom with 2 bunk beds and another doorway leading to a shower and toilet. The cabin was a little old and decrepid but clean. The room with the bunk bed had only one window.
One of men had the double bed as a reward for who ever was driving that day. The other had the lower bunk bed for the night. they had retired for the night about midnight after having a few beers and a laugh in the warmth of the cabin, of the guides trick pulled to give a little fright to tourists of the ghost tour.
About 130 am even with the heater on the temperature dropped for even battle hardened veterans to feel the chill. The man in the double bed felt a strange sensation of the blankets being pulled off through the night which disturbed him all night.
But that was nothing compared to what happend to the man in the lower bunk bed in the room next door. He had finally fallen off to sleep only to be awoken with the sensation of some thing crawling up his body on the bed. He told me he could feel the weight of thing on his chest. And the most frightening thing of all this Icy cold presence was moving up to his face and invaded his personal space about 2cm from his face as he lay on his back mortified in the bunk bed. An ice cold breath could be felt on his face.
Fear left him paralyised for a monment. And icy blob of blackness 2cm fom his face spoke to him in a very faint whisper. "Are you my daddy?" As you could imagine in an instant he sat up in the bunk trying to focus his eyes and in the corner of the room was two dark shadows of what appeared to be the outline of two little children standing hand in hand about 4 and 5. This totally unerved him out and he jumped up and turned the light on to see nothing. Did he dream it all or did he really see some thing?
The noise he made woke his mate in the front room who called out, Are you are all right? He mumbered a response still bewildered if it had been all a night mare. He suddenly felt very ill and went into bathroom and was sick. Washing up after vomiting several times he washed his face still rather upset looked into to mirror above the wash basin.
To his horror in the mirror there was 2 little girls one slightly taller than the other holding hands covered in blood in background. He spun around to the shower cubicle to where he had seen them in the mirror. Nothing! Turned to the mirror again and they had vanished.
I would of been hauling my ass out of there way before that. But he was a strong willed person even if slighly now rattled. he slept with the light on for the rest of the night. Stangely enough the man in the front room heard the light going on and off all night to day light.
They left early that morning dumping keys back to the park attendant of the cabin park. The look in her eyes betrayed to them that she knew there was something not quite right about that cabin? And the queer haunted looks of 2 battle hardened veterans both over 6ft was enough to confirm her suspicions. Nothing was said but the looks said it all.
Nothing was said between the two men either as they drove away in silence from the haunting beauty of the Tasman --deleted--ular. A few years later one of the men read an article about the Port Arthur massacre. A gunman shot and killed about 35 men women and children at the Port Authur historic site in 1996. Two of the victims was two sisters aged 3 and 6 gunned down as they entered the park. They with thier mother was tragically murdered.
The man that slept in the bedroom was haunted for many years with the guilt that he felt compelled to find and contact the father of the murdered family? But was afraid of reminding the heart broken father the tragic loss of his family. And it tormented him if he did approch him how he would react? The whole experience had changed him. He was once a strong man so sure of himself, now retired and some what now a ghost of his former self.
Was the story true? These 2 men are the most unimaginative men I have ever met. Cold hard and practical not the sort given to such stories.
It was the once and only time I ever saw thier blood ran cold.......
Crow
