My Obsession.

Since my most recent obsession with The City Of Singapore disaster which occured on Saturday, April 26th, 1924. The large cargoship caught fire while docked at Port Adelaide, wharf two.
The fire blazed long into the night, random explosions ringing long into the early morning hours, the ship itself eventually breaking into two halves and begining it's decent to the bottom of the Port.
The victims of this horrific tragedy were B. Greenman who died instantly after having the top of his blown off when one of the first explosions went off.
J. Anderson managed to somehow make it on board the cargo ship only to get caught within the flames.
And lastly, J. Hickey, who's body went missing at the scene, but was later recovered in a watery grave.
A ghostly presence still lurks along dock 2, no one is sure of who it is, but I'm pretty sure it's Mr. Hickey. Meanwhile in Cheltenham Cemetery at the firemans memorial there has been spotted a transparent spectre on the anniversary of the Singapore Disaster.








I have spent a couple of nights at this grave site and so far have seen nothing out of the usual. However there is a strong feeling surrounding the memorial itself. Next time I return I will take some pictures of the eerie fireman.