Driving west on the Great Western Highway at night there is this old haunted church that sits lonely on a hill that chills the bones. It is nowadays lit up at night by lights making it less haunting than years gone by. St Bartholomew’s sits on the highest point in Blacktown surrounded by an old cemetery with worn tombstones cascading all the way down the hill. Locals simply refer to it as ‘the haunted church’.
Without even knowing its name or anything else about it, most locals will tell you immediately that its haunted even those who have lived in Blacktown most of their lives many have never been onto its grounds.
I’ve heard from a friend while they were alone inside the church who felt someone approach her from behind, she turned around & was frightened by a priest who was standing a few metres away in the middle pew, amongst the rows of seats, silently staring back at her. She shrieked as women do when surprised she said. Completely caught by surprise she buried her face in her hands in embarrassment but when looked back up to apologise there was just an empty space. My friend said she hesitantly walked outside to try & call out to him but there was no one around, no cars parked & nobody else in the building. It was years later that she read that the church’s last mass was held in the 1960’s & St Bartholomew’s hadn’t had a resident priest for almost 40 years. The local Anglican churches didn’t have any priests matching her verbal description & none of the local records available to the public have any photographs matching the image of an old bearded priest with deep eyes & greying brown hair amongst some of her descriptions. Whenever she retells this story her face goes pale & the hairs on her arms stand up, she believes the old church is haunted & that she stood in the presence of a priestly ghost. Looking at her arm & that cold sweat I’m convinced she believes this.
St Bart’s is the oldest surviving non-residential building in the Blacktown area, consecrated 1841. Located in between the M4 Motorway & Great Western Highway it cuts a lonely but significant presence on that hill which according to the local council stands at 91 metres high. Buried on the grounds of this creepy cemetery is William Lawson, who took part in an expedition to find a path through the Blue Mountains. He befriended a local Aboriginal hunter who took Lawson along a well-known Aboriginal trail which is today known as Bells Line of Road. Apparently the local Blacktown Council purchased the church & cemetery a few years ago & restored it after some idiots vandalized it & set it on fire destroying much of the original pews & woodwork. Today you can join a local ghost tour to explore the graves or hire the church for a wedding, whatever you do look out for the ghostly priest & don’t let him haunt your dreams like my friend.
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