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Written by Glenn Scouller
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Misery Creek
I had been having a strange compulsion to go out to a certain place in the bush so on this day I thought that while I was out there it would be nice to do a bit of prospecting with metal detector that I had borrowed.
Ghosts In The Camera
 Wednesday 1 – 5 – 05 2.33 pm Misery Creek (Very Strange refer to photo etc.)
I had been having a strange compulsion to go out to a certain place in the bush so on this day I thought that while I was out there it would be nice to do a bit of prospecting with metal detector that I had borrowed.
I was ready about lunchtime so I said goodbye to my wife and in going the last thing I said to her was that I felt I had to go out there for some unknown reason and that I did not know what was going to happen.
As I went into the garage to get the car out I did something that I have never done before. There was a small knife on the workbench and because I was uneasy about going out there by myself I put the knife into my back pocket. I then got into the car and drove for around twenty minutes to get to the spot that which I had been to about 12 years ago. It is a fairly rough place to get to in the car and although I did not pass a car or see anyone all the way out there when I got to the spot there was already a car there. So I parked the car on the other side of the small creek.
Just then a man walked out of the bush and came over to talk to me. He had also been out there prospecting with metal detector and was about to leave. For some reason and I still don’t know why I felt I had to talk to him for a while and looking back on it now maybe I had to delay him for some reason. He was quiet a nice person to talk to although by some peoples standards he may have looked a little rough around the edges but he finally said goodbye so I picked up my metal detector and got down into the creek which was dry because of the drought and started to scratch around. I had trouble getting the detector to work properly as I had not used it before so I decided to put it back into the car and go for a walk down the creek and take some digital photos.
I like art and because I paint I like to take photos and then put them on the computer which I can paint from later so I took a number of photos in the creek as I walked for around half an hour.
There was one area which for some reason seemed strange so I took a couple of photos there and continued on. I had an uneasy feeling all the time I was in the creek as though I was being watched so finally I stopped and decided to go back to the car. As I stood in the creek and looked back over the area that I had just came down I remember thinking will I walk back up the creek or not. Because I have severe arthritis in my knees that was the easiest way for me to go but I heard a voice in my head say don’t go back up the creek, get out of the creek and walk back through the bush. As the creek embankments were quiet deep it took some effort to clamber up them and finally make my way back to the road.
When I finally reached the road I looked down and I found a 45mm bullet shell which in this country is illegal for the public to have although you can usually find plenty of other bullet shells but I had the strange feeling that something bad had happened there.
On returning to the car I took one last photo of a small walk bridge the other side of the creek and then returned home. The following morning I downloaded the photos in to the computer and in one of the photos something didn’t look quiet right so I emailed it to my daughter at her work because she is very similar to me in her perception of things. She rang me back and her exact comments were “dad who is that in the picture with you.”
In the first photo there is an aboriginal man and woman standing in the center of the creek about 25 mts ahead of me. The man was fairly tall about 30 years old, bald and doesn’t appear to be wearing any clothes and he is looking straight at me with his fist raised with a defiant look on his face.
Just to his side stepping of some of the rocks in the creek there is a woman, she is younger, not as tall as the man with shoulder length black hair. She has what appears to be a small child under her right arm with her left arm and hand coming across her body to steady the child’s head. She also appears to be pregnant possibly about 7 months. 
When I looked at the photo I got a feeling of extreme sadness as though I was witnessing a very sad event. The next two photos that I took as I walked down the creek were approximately where the two persons in the first photo were standing. Although the camera a Kodak digital 3.2 megp with auto. settings was showing that I had focus and correct exposure both those photos are distorted with another that I took last while in the creek only slightly better. The last photo that I took on that day when I had returned car of the small walk bridge came out in perfect focus.
To cut a long story short hear are the facts that I have been able to find out concerning the creek from local historians and the aboriginal community.
In the 1900’s there was quiet a large aboriginal massacre in that creek at that spot.
The men, women and children were hunted down in the creek and shot.
The witnesses said the creek ran red with blood.
Before it was named Misery Creek it was know as Murderers Gully.
I have taken leaders of the aboriginal community who have seen the photos’ back to that site and they had its position marked as a sacred site on a GPS. system. I believe that some time soon I will go back out there and ask for God’s peace on that place and that he comfort the souls that were murdered there, that is why I believe the spirits of those people have reached out to me.  
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