DIARY OF A GHOST HUNTER

 Well this weekend saw me get back in the saddle and run my first tour after my Covid episode and I'm really very surprised at how tired I am. Seems that the illness did sap my energy more than I had anticipated! Tonight it was raining and we had a full house at the Gaol. We had a great group of lovely people who had a wonderful time. There was a delightful gentleman who stayed behind to tell me that he had lived in a haunted house many years ago, somewhere in outback NSW. He told me where but I had never heard of that place so I cannot remember. He told me that once a year his house would become very overcome by high strangeness with lights turning on and off that would not work at any other time of the year. Cupboards would open and close and things would go flying and footsteps would be heard walking around. This was the day the old guy world return to the house where he had killed his wife. This day. very year, was not the day he committed the murder - it was the day the Police