The local town here where I live the is a story about a man called Fred Fisher who was murdered by his best friend so that his friend could take his land, this happened a long time ago, before cars were invented at least! His friend had told the local authorities that Fred had returned to England and that he had given the land to his friend. Sometime after, Fred's ghost appeared to a landowner near what is now called Fisher's Ghost creek and pointed to the post where his murdered body was buried. The friend who had murdered him was shortly arrested and sent to jail or hung? I do not remember that part of the story. Anyhow the town has a festival in November each year to mark Fred Fisher's ghost. The ghost is still there around the creek where he was murdered, as I have seen him on several occaisions. This story is rather old.