I was reading through some of the stories in the archive
and I decided to enter my own true ghost experience.
When I was 15 years old, I moved up to the country with my
father. I moved to a small town 255kms north of Adelaide,
South Australia. It was a town of about 5000 people living
in and around the area.
My father was transferred to work in this town as a police
officer so he was assigned a house by the government. It
wasn't a particularly old house. It was 1970’s
transportable so the layout was simple. I will describe the
layout for you so you can get a mental picture.
First thing I have to tell you is that no one ever entered
the front door of our house they usually came in from the
back of the house that have sliding glass doors. You would
walk up the back path and unlock the door and step up into
the dinning/lounge area. This room was in an L shape and
was open plan. When you look to your left, you would see
the kitchen and the sliding wooden doors that led into the
formal dining room. We never actually used the formal
dining room we just stored boxes and other items we weren't
using in there. Then if you looked to your right you would
see the door that led down our hallway.
Down the hallway
there was the bedrooms, bathroom/toilet and laundry. On the
first left there was my bedroom then the next room up there
was my fathers and stepmothers room. There was then a large
long rectangular shape room that was used as a spare room
for visitors. Then on the right hand side of the hall there
was a large laundry and a bathroom.
Now that I have explained the house layout I will continue
with the story.
About three weeks after we moved in strange things started
happening. I would be home alone a lot due to the fact my
father is a shift worker and my stepmother stayed at her
elderly grandmothers house due to her failing health.
Anyway there would be strange noises coming from the spare
room. Like a whimpering sound. I had told my dad and he
just put it down to stray dogs or children playing. There
was also the strange fact that the room was always cold.
Now you may say that it may have been climate changes but
in this town’s climate averages a temperature of 40°c plus
on most days.
I had friends come and stay and most would stay in that
room for one night and then sleep in my room because they
said ‘something doesn't feel right in there.’
The strangest incident that happened in that house happened
when my stepmother was asleep alone in my fathers room.
I
was out at a friends and my father was doing night shift.
The house was heavily locked because people liked to play
pranks on the policemen’s houses. My stepmother swears that
she work up at 2:13am. She had looked at the alarm clock
that was on her side of the bed and when she heard
heavy footsteps walking down the hallway, she thought it was
my father. She heard someone walk into the room and sit
down on the end of the bed. She then asked
‘Bill* can you get me a coffee?’.
She felt the bed rise and heard footsteps walking back down
the hallway. She says the last thing she remembers hearing
was the sound of the kitchen light switching on. She then
drifted back to sleep.
At 5:13am, my stepmother woke up when she felt the bed sink
down again. This time she rolled over and saw my father.
She then asked him; “Why didn’t you get me that coffee?”
My father looked straight at my stepmother and stated that
there had been a massive accident on the highway and he had
done overtime. He hadn’t even come home for his meal break.
He also wondered why the kitchen light had been left on and
why there were sugar granules spread over the kitchen
counter.
After this strange incident happened, I was approached by
the town’s oldest living relative of the town founder. Old
Mrs Koch spoke to me and asked questions about what had
happened in the house. She seemed to be almost ashamed to ask
about the house. She then suggested to me that I look in
the town’s history files in the local library. She also
said that no one had stayed in that house over six months
before the Government bought it and rented it out to the
visiting police officers.
I went to the library in a free lesson I had at school. The
history section of the library was a small musty attic-like
room. I did really know where to start. I thought to look
when the town originally stated and found out that the
house I lived in was situated on the Koch Family land. This
family had five sons and the youngest was thought to be
mentally ill.
I fast-forwarded to when the house was actually built in
1972. I found out that the land was were the old wool shed
had been so the developers bulldozed the shed and start to
level the land. This is where it everything starts to make
sense. When the workers were grading the land, they found
two bodies. One was an adult body and one was a baby’s
body. I was shocked by this but I wanted to see if these
bodies were found on the land that I was living on. After
looking in a few more papers, I found out that the bodies
were found directly under our spare room.
The old lady that had spoken to me a few days prior lived in
the old Koch farmhouse about three streets away so I went to
speak to her.
She was a little hesitant at first to speak
about the incident, but she revealed that the youngest Koch
brother, Augustan, was her father and in the farm's diaries
she had discovered that her father had killed a young
female aboriginal servant when she had given birth to his
child, and buried her near the wool shed. No charges were
ever laid for this death.
I moved out of that house soon after and no one has lived
there since. It is a sad story and no one has ever known the
truth. So I wanted the world to know so the ghosts can finally
rest easy.
Contact me here: immerse_19@hotmail.com
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