“18,000 souls lie, where in the day families play and pets run free!. . . and then night falls and though, above, a full moon shines bright, darkness below lays as black as pitch and seethes with unease as restless spirits roam, never to be released from ghostly shackles!”
The ghost of Bathsheba GhostJust who is the lady who tends the sick in St Stephen's Rectory?Could she be the second Matron of the Sydney General Hospital who's work has never been finished?Could she be still duty bound as she was before she died?Is she proud that they honoured her burial with a headstone from the gates of the great hospital itself?
The ghost of Hannah WatsonHe was the Harbour Master of Port Jackson, Captain Thomas WatsonShe was his beautiful young wife Hannah, lonely and yearning for something! . . . Anything!He was that something! The glamorous Captain John Steane of the Royal Navy . . .her lover!The Harbour Master found them!The Harbour Master cursed them!John Steane left the shores and Hannah wrote begging him not to return to Sydney.But he loved her and boarded the Dunbar to return to her arms.Too late! She died before he returnedToo late! He was aboard the ill fated Dunbar. The Dunbar was the ship that floundered off The Gap killing all but one.The dead from the Dunbar were buried in this cemetery. Hannah and John were buried close to each other but far enough to be forever separated by The Harbour Master!To this day she waits!She emerges from her tomb and drifts slowly to the grave of her loverShe can never leave!
Ode to HannahYour lover left and he never came backand you miss him, you miss him, you miss him so!This ache in your heart and the shine in your eyeWill they ever, will they never, will they never, ever go?But he was so close, Hannah, so close was heon that fateful night when waves bore only miserywhen the Dunbar sank and just one survivedbut it wasn't John Steane, Hannah, the survivor wasn't heSo now you must wait dear Hannah. . . for eternity!
The ghost of William EbbettsWilliam Ebbetts, why why will you only talk to children?Is it because you never will trust adults? If not, why not?Did you love the smell of roses Mr Ebbetts?Does the grass stick to your old frock coat Mr Ebbetts? a while! We mean no harm!