Ghost of William George Worroll

Angry Ghost of William George Worroll

William George Worrell was hung in about 1827 for the murder of Fredrick George James Fisher. I say they hang an innocent man? I say the evidence should be re-examined by today's standards. Without the social bias of the day. It won't because the local tourist industry banks on Fisher having been murdered by Worroll. Its like the story of Alice Springs, their wild dingos, and families camping near a rock called Uluru. The government don't want to turn the tourist dollars away.

Being a seer is more complex and emotionally taxing than I'd imagine non seers believe. Think of a child beating you on the arm to get your attention, one that won't let up until they have it. That's what sensing this person was like for me.

I've been a seer since always. I could say I've had assistance with being a seer. But I won't at this stage because sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. There are a couple of separate elements at play however because people, humans, are psychologically under developed I'm probably a couple of hundred centuries too early for that inconvenient truth. I will say that television networks have funded a series they claim in all honesty is based on a real person they call Alison DuBois.

Unless you're been in a coma for the past few decades you won't know Alison DuBois is attributed to being a spiritual medium who hears dead people talking to her. Because she has honed this talent from which it appears she derives an income, her hearing these voices is perfectly normal. However when a non TV network sponsored person hears voices they're classified as mentally ill. Like most, I don't readily believe stories of dead people talking to a person paid to hear their words.

I suspect I don't hear oodles of dead people talking to me because I'm not paid to hear them. I can't dial a ghost friend to get an answer to a tough question either, as some do. Dead people don't flock to me to help me solve their unresolved issues. I spent several hours in a graveyard where I knew there'd been a murder or two. Not one close encounter. Actually, if I'm totally honest about it, I'd nodded off waiting, only to wake up cold and slightly damp and remarkably, still upright in my chair.

In 1970 I was in my second year of high school. I joined two of my girlfriends at their ballroom dance classes which were held upstairs in the Old Town Hall, Queen street Campbelltown NSW. During the event I was summoned by curiosity or something else to the kitchen below street level. Walking down a suitable creepy and creaking spiral stairway the the lowest of the three floors I wasn't really sure why I was doing that or what I expected to find.

In subsequent years a reporter from a local newspaper ran a story claiming the building was haunted by a female, that a few people claimed to have seen the female ghost, and someone had a photo of it. Whatever it takes to sell a newspaper.They'd also run a story on the violent death of a workman during 1980s renovations of this building. That I could believe.

I remind you boys and girls, never believe what you read in a newspaper, its either a paid advertisement or a story to attract readers to the paid advertisements so they can get more paid advertisements. That's why they have newspapers. That's why some call their newspaper, The Advertiser.

This old town hall is near to the bridge named Fishers Ghost Bridge. As I inferred at the start Fredrick Fisher was allegedly murdered by William Worrell in about 1826. The same murdered Fred Fisher from whom local ghoulish entrepreneurs and retailers have scored a tidy income from his death for many decades.

Some people have an Easter show to present their farm produce. Campbelltown NSW on the other hand, they have an annual show to celebrate the murder of a resident. They call it the Fishers Ghost Festival. This is the town in which I grew from early childhood to adulthood. It was not an pleasant place to be.