My friend and I booked one of Liz Vincent's ghost tours of picton, armed with our camera's and the rest of the group, we set off from the meeting point and was instantly mesmerised by the stories and the knowledge of Liz.

She pointed out houses along our walk and told us of the ghosts that have been residing there. On our walk we stopped off at the Picton cemetery, it was a damp night so the appearance was more eery than I wanted. But soon after hearing of the past residents and their ghostly sightings, I noticed shadows moving through the cemetery, so I said to my friend "did you see that"? and being very psychic as she is said "yeah the cemetery is full of people watching us".

But the most thrilling yet scariest part was the visit to the old mushroom tunnel and the encounter with the ghosts of the Picton tunnel. We walked along an eerie path from the carpark area to the tunnel entrance. All we had were our cameras and a torch and a willing to experience the tunnel which we had heard so much about.

We walked about half way into the tunnel, then huddled in a group and listened to Liz tell her story of the tunnel and who had been killed in there.

We then turned our torches off and stood there in complete darkness. Then to our amazement at the other end of the tunnel were like fairy lights of different colours dancing around the tunnel roof. With digital camera in hand we took some shots of the display and noticed quite a few orbs floating around. They were above us and even charging through our group with the iciest of winds to go with it. My friend noticed a short bald man standing quite close to her, and she said that he wasn't happy that all those people were in his tunnel. She seemd to get that he was the keeper of the tunnel, protecting the ghosts in the tunnel. At the time she was seeing this man, I was feeling a little uneasy with cold shivers all over my body and just couldn't wait till the time was up.

As we were the last to leave the tunnel, trying to get more photos, we heard the sound of an old steam train's whistle blast. Then all of sudden my friend saw a bright white light of the train and screamed for us to run. The worst part of that experience was feeling the wind rush past and through us as if a train had ndeed gone through. Maybe Emily the girl hit by the train in the early 1900's was showing us what if felt like to be caught in the tunnel as the train approached.

I must say that from our experiences that the ghost tour was money well spent. We even went on Liz's tunnel watch later on in the year as we wanted to spend more time in tunnel, but I'll tell you about that at a later time.