No Ghosts Tonight

May 22, 2014

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I’ve never seen so many ladies in sensible shoes. Thank goodness there were, as, on our last Mums’ outing, we walked literally for hours.

The thought of parking vans in the CBD on a Saturday night was daunting but, thanks to Melbourne City Council’s pre book system, parking was ‘a piece of cake’ and in a perfect location.

On to Wagamama, just a few metres away. It’s a Japanese style noodle bar recommended by my co-workers. The food was great – not a single complaint from 28 ladies!- and the service was good, helpful and extremely quick which meant we were all fed and watered and on our way in about 45 minutes.

We walked the few blocks to the McKillop Street Haunted Bookshop and joined the throng of people to begin the ghost tour. No self respecting ghost would have come anywhere near our overcrowded tour;  they would have seen us coming and definitely vanished. But we did visit some interesting old parts of Melbourne, hear lots of stories of sightings –  the lady and her cat in the ex opium den now oriental restaurant, the ghostly horse and cart that haunts a laneway, the benign old gentleman who roams his  former workplace and , of course, the axe wielding man who terrorises tenants of a luxury apartment block – plus more. The number 6 seemed to play a big part in sightings and the number 13 in locations! And we did learn lots about Melbourne’s historic past.

And … we walked and walked and walked, ending up at the Queen Vic markets where we learned about the market’s little known previous use and it’s inhabitants who still linger there.

There was a very long walk back to the vehicles and on the way the ladies had some amusing interactions with a few of the CBD’s late nighters. Still no complaints in spite of the kilometres walked. Everyone was too busy talking, laughing and enjoying their night of freedom to even notice the distance. Plus they were all wearing sensible shoes! We arrived back at IOE well past the bewitching hour.

We did see one apparition. It was wearing a blue plastic poncho and was seen flitting around the tour group at the Vic market.

And … apparently the body language of a sceptic is if one stands with their arms folded – I was pegged right at the beginning of the tour – though really I was just holding my coat!

by Sandra Leehy

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