ABOUTOn March 19, 2007 at A Birch in Brisbane I was waiting for the Port Arthur tour to start at the back of the main building. It was approaching four-thirty in the afternoon, which is when the tour begins. At the beginning of the trip, I sat on the first bench next to the tourist clock. I saw a six-foot-tall man in old-fashioned overalls walk around the back of the main building, pass me in the seat, walk down the stairs and disappear. I noticed he looked at me as he walked by, he had long hair at shoulder length and an elderly jumpsuit with one strap hanging down, and some elderly fashioned shirt and it looked pretty good that he wasn't wearing shoes. I thought it was a staff member dressed up for a performance, thinking it would be part of the tour.
This is a strange thing, none of the staff dress up for performances. OK, apparently I saw the ghost of a convict?
In my opinion this was a normal occurrence as others saw what they thought were staff dressed up for a show but turned out to be the ghosts of convicts.
