|There were thirty-three of us on an island...two months ago (Spring 2005). This island has a
tragic past. A few people were on the beach and could hear didgerdoos (an aboriginal pipe-like
musical instrument). I felt a very strong presence. I decided to keep quiet. The island in recent
years has been tidied up, old huts removed, re-vegetation etc.
I was walking back to my shared cabin late in the day, and a woman in white passed me. I thought
she was another camper, and after a second look I realised she had no feet. I kept this very quiet,
until the groundsman the next day told a group of us (about her), after a few felt some odd things.
He described the woman I saw. I still kept quiet, as I didn't know these people well enough.
However, I did open up and tell three of them on the last day. A few others were informed on the
boat on the way home. According to the groundsman, she has frightened other campers in the
past. I believe one or two people actually followed her. She has apparently been inside some of
the newer huts. She disappears into the oldest existing hut, and comes from bushes that are a
little over-grown. He didn't believe the other campers in the past, until he saw her. She appears to
be looking for something. One camper who previously had an experience with her, says she is
looking for her baby. What I saw, is she is looking down...almost walked through me (as I stood
back). I actually thought that lady was very rude! Then the realisation of "no feet" sunk in. My
grandmother whom I told this to, vaguely remembers a woman living on the island. She thinks she
was murdered. I even told the groundsman, maybe something has been disturbed, with all the
clean up over the last few years. Anyway, believe it or not, it was very real. I thought you may like