My family visited Port Arthur in Tasmania about 4 years ago.

We decided to stay at the Motor Inn at the historic site and I was keen to scare my non-believing son. 

We paid for and joined on of the night tours (walking) through Port Arthur.  After about half an hour of being on this tour I felt myself start to get goosebumps.  In one particular building (as part of the tour,  the guide turned all the lights in the cottage off) I was standing beside my husband when I felt a cold blast of air at the bottom of my legs.  I immediately thought that there must have been a chimney directly behind and that it was a breeze blowing through.  As soon as the lights were put back on I quickly noted that there was no chimney or anyone opening behind me. 

 Straight after leaving this building my senses were going into overdrive and I was too scared to carry on.  The option was to stay on my own under a streetlight and wait for the rest of the group to finish the tour and return (about an hour) or carry on.  I carried on,  we went into the surgeons room down a long flight of steps,  along a very dark,  wide corridoor and into where the slab quartering table is housed.  This is an original table dating back to the 17th century.  I couldn't go too far into the room and stood as close as possible to exit.  The walls of this room (as were most rooms) were very thick.   I can clearly remember telling myself to breath slowly and calm down.  No-one,  not even my husband would have known apart from my deathly white face that I was petrified. 

I was not listening or joining in to the talks within the group and as I was focusing on how old the door was I heard someone with a very long skirt on  come swishing up the dark corridoor. 

Instantly,  I cried out and jumped back into the group - my husband appeared and told me to calm down,  while he's also trying to push me out into the corridor. He managed to get me out of the room with our daughter in hot pursuit,  up back into the street.

No matter how much anyone tells me that it was my imagination I will never be convinced that it was anything other that what I heard...someone walking along the corridoor.  I will never go again, too scary.. 

Incidentally,  my daughter and I were collected by another staff member who told us that every tour someone is picked up and bought back to the reception to wait for the other tour members.  A follow on to this is that night when we were in bed,  (remember we are staying at the motel on site) I felt my pillow ripped out from under my head.  I was too scared to put my hand down to pick it up.  In the morning,  I insisted that we leave and on departing I asked the lady at the reception is any strange things ever happened in the motel to which she replied;  "just last week a man claimed to have woken up with a little girl looking at him",  she was only working at the motel that day on holiday relief because she gave up her full-time job because there was way too many scary things happening there and her nerves were shot. 

Submitted by Sharlene March 2006