When I was younger (I'm 19 now) we moved into town (we had
lived out of town, on a property to that point) The house we
moved into seemed fairly normal, around a hundred or so
years old and had a few extensions. For the first year or
two nothing out of the ordinary happened. Then things
started to get weird.
The first thing I noticed was that when my mum used to go
and pick up my step-dad (now passed-on) from the pub, there
would be this strange scratching noise on the wooden
floorboards. It sounded like something with huge toe-nails
walking across the living room. We didn't have any cats and
the dog was always outside (being a German Shepard, he was
to big to come inside, unless it was an extremely cold
night.) I had often walked into the living room, and turned
on the light, too see what was there. I couldn't see anything.
One night I noticed a 'face' on the wall, which seemed to
have a reasonable explanation - the outside street light
reflecting off a surface. When we got blinds that covered
the window, and it was still there, it was eerie to say the
least.
This is the night I will never forget -
I was asleep in bed, when all of a sudden I felt someone,
rather something pushing my face into the pillow, trying to
smother me. Half asleep I reached up and felt this scaly
'old womans' arm holding me down. And a feeling of
depair/evil. Then it went away. The face was staring at me
from the wall.
Later that night I turned to the wall where the face was,
and it said 'shes back' then this scaly arm was holding me
down once more. Eventually it went away, and I turned toward
the bedroom door. In the doorway, was what I could best
describe as an 'angel' a white ghostly woman, radiating
white energy. I knew that somehow she was there to protect
me, maybe even my guardian angel.
Needless to say after this I ran to my parents bedroom
screaming, as you would when your like 10 or 11. My mum said
that it was all in my imagination etc etc. Interestingly it
was after we moved away some years later that I asked her
about it. This is what she said to me.
She didn't say anything to me at the time, cause I would
have been too scared. But she had known the place was
haunted. She said she had seen two ghost kids, once on the
verandah, and once in the hall next to my room. She said she
wasn't frightened of them, but she never did see the old
lady or the face I had seen. Nor heard the weird scratchy
noises on the wooden floor.
I once told this story to my grandmother a year or two ago,
and she had said that when her father died, she saw his
apparition next to her bed. She saw this as comforting,
rather then frightening.
After my grandfather died, my aunt visited my grandmothers
house. As she walked in she swore she heard/saw him laughing
on the lounge, watching the TV (most likely the cricket)
The next time she visited she commented, 'no ghosts here
this time'.
My German Shepard had to be put down a few years ago, due to
old age and health problems. The very same day he was put
down, a small stray terrier we named 'bingo' followed my
brothers home. He stayed with us for quite a few years after
that. He would always avoid the area our German Shepard had
been put down, even when we tried to call him. We firmly
believe that bill, our German Shepard, had sent him to us,
because we had said we would never have another dog.
All the above is absolutely true, to any sceptics out there
- I know I probably can't convince you. But I honestly
believe in the paranormal. Especially as I witnessed it
first hand. My real father refuses to belive me, which is
his choice. But I stand by what I saw, and think maybe the
ability to 'see' ghosts runs genetically in my family.
This is also the first time I have told this story outside
family and trusted friends. Perhaps out of the fear of
disbelief, and possibly out of the fear of whatever I saw,
coming back...
Dan.
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