Some of the best scary stories I’ve ever heard have come out of the Pilliga Scrub and this one beats them all. Listen to this terrifying phone call in which an old man tells of his harrowing night, alone in the Pilliga.
Berrima NSW, Australia May, 2004 In early 2004, my girlfriend Jeanette and I decided to take a short break and visit a cluster of quaint villages a couple of hours drive south of Sydney. We decided we would spend about three days just wandering around the little towns, visiting local shops, cafés, museums and markets, ►►
Pilliga Scrub, NSW Australia c.1980 The Pilliga Scrub is a massive expanse of thick bushland in the central upper half of New South Wales and covers an area of about 80 x 120 kilometres. Much has been lost in there, never to be found again, from sheep and cattle, to people and vehicles. Even today, ►►
30km outside Narromine, NSW Australia 1985 For a long time my father worked for a man who owned a lot of land. One particular property of his is called ‘Arrabree’. 3,000 undulating acres with a huge, old but well-kept house, machinery sheds, stock yards, shearing sheds, grain silos and more. The farm needed caretakers, and ►►
Trangie, NSW Australia May school holidays, 1979 Back when there were only three school terms per year in Australia, I would stay at my cousin’s house every May school holidays. He lived in Trangie, which is the next town west of my home town, Narromine. Incidentally, it was around this time in my life when ►►
Told to me by my brother on the night it happened. The power goes out during a storm, a group of kids home alone experience an unseen, paralysing fear.
Green Point, NSW Australia 1997 Back then I lived about an hour’s drive north of Sydney on the New South Wales Central Coast. The suburb is called Green Point, and my house sat peacefully among others, at the foot of a mountain reserve called Kincumber Mountain. I signed over the house to my ex-wife when ►►
Newcastle , NSW Australia Told to me by my uncle in 1988 When he was in his mid 20s one of my uncles, Lionel, lived with a house-mate in a small apartment house in the suburb of Maitland, near Newcastle back in the late 80’s. I forget the other guy’s name, so I’ll just call ►►
Approx. 1am on a deserted country road. 1973 In his prime, my father was a Rugby League football hero and played for the ‘Country’ team against ‘City’ in the early to mid 70’s. On one occasion, the entire team travelled by bus to a town called Queanbeyan, and this incident took place when my mother ►►