More than 35,000 stories are buried in this historic spot.


"Hello living people," says our Eerie Tours guide as she approaches in her black cape. We're meeting in the moonlight at the gates of Ballarat Old Cemetery, a repository of dead people since 1856. There are more than 35,000 people buried here - and just as many stories. Jennifer winds us through the rows, neatly sidestepping spectral boom-tish for spine-chillers of the all-too-human kind. The Chinese who paid for "death ships" to transport their precious cargo home from the failed promise of the teeming goldfields. The husband who led a public campaign after finding his wife protruding from overpopulated graves set aside for the now-nameless poor. The empty tomb of Archibald Sneddon, a soldier who died far from Ballarat in the fields of France in 1917. The cold in the cemetery feels unusually cold as leaves shuffle in a light breeze and a train horn cries in the near distance. Ghosts? Surely they are shadowing every single step we take.







