Canberra Air Disaster

A couple of years ago I went out to Air Disaster thinking it'd be something different and fun to do late at night. We drove in two cars - myself and my friend Emily in one car, and our friends Matt and Mal in the other. A couple of years ago I went out to Air Disaster thinking it'd be somethingdifferent and fun to do late at night. We drove in two cars - myself and my friend Emily in one car, and our friends Matt and Mal in the other.

The boys had been before and were eager to see if anything would happen (I reckon they also wanted to see us girls scream our heads off). We both drove up to the gate (about 20 metres off the main road, with a metal triangle gate blocking the track towards the crash site). We all climbed over the gate and started to walk up, leaving the headlights of our cars on so we could see our way ahead.

Emily and I were walking close together, arm in arm, both freaked out by how incredibly dark it was on the other side of the gate (only about two more metres up the road), and the strange noises weheard around us. The boys walked ahead of us about three metres in front ,while Emily and I contemplated just turning around and running back.

I can't describe how eery it felt - when we were getting out of the cars, the road to the crash site looked like it was dead flat and we could see about 50metres or so ahead, but now that we were on the other side of the gate, the road seemed to be going uphill, and we could barely see the ground under ourfeet - even with our mobile phones lit up to provide light.

We were only walking for about two minutes when Emily and I called ahead to tell the boys we were leaving, and as we turned around they called out to us asking us to just walk up to where they were now standing on the edge of the track.

We refused to move so Mal decided to come back with us. We took about two or three steps back before Matt called out to us to "mind the post".

"What post?" we asked him...then Matt pointed to the side of the track. What Mattsaw as one of those wooden posts along the side of dirt tracks, we saw as a man in an army uniform taking a knee. Just kneeling there slowing puffing a cigarette and looking back down towards the cars.

We ran back to the cars and jumped over the fence. I ran over to the passenger side of Emily's car with Mal, screaming at Emily to hurry up and get the car open.

She was crying and said that she couldn't get the key to go into the lock. Totally freaked out, we just kept screaming at her for what seemed like five minutes before we eventually got in the car.

It took a full ten minutes for the car to start. Just a dead engine. No revs. Nothing. The whole time I refused to look anywhere except in my lap. I don't know how long it took to get out of there, but I know for sure that I'm never going back.

Some interesting history about the plane crash:
http://www.naa.gov.au/Publications/fact_sheets/FS142.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canberra_air_disaster,_1940

Submitted Anonymously