Eva Liwicki is a journalist. Below is a true account from her column called The Kids and Us! Jules is her husband; Sophie and Alex are her children.
“Hey, this sounds interesting,” Jules said, holding up the local paper: Kids' ghost
hunting tour this Friday night. “Wow! A ghost tour!” said Alex. “Can we go?” asked
Sophie. “I don't think so,” I laughed. “If you two see a ghost you'll freak out so
much you won't be able to sleep.” “No we won't!” they protested. “All right,” I said.
“But don't say I didn't warn you.” Which is how we found ourselves amongst a group
of excitable kids plus their parents a few evenings later in the creepy grounds of
the Quarantine Station. “Adults, take a lantern and then everyone follow me,” instructed
our guide Clarisse as she led us away from the safety of the car park and into the
murky blackness of the night. As we scurried along winding paths, Clarisse filled
us in on the history of the place. “For over a century, people with contagious diseases
were brought here so they wouldn't infect others. But with so few medicines available
back then, many patients that came never left,” she said. "Hundreds died horrible,
lingering deaths here.” “Where's the cemetery?” asked Jules. “There isn't one,” Clarisse
replied. “All those gravestones would've been very off-
You could be walking on a grave right now.” “Oh,” said Jules, moving briskly along.
“You wuss, Jules,” I laughed. “She's pulling your leg.” Clarisse stopped outside
Pictures taken of the Quarantine station during an investigation by the UFO-