A couple of years ago my parents built this house up on the north coast town of Taree. My father used to go for his morning walk every morning at 6am.
This particular morning my mother woke up from her sleep thinking that dad had come home when the back door opened, the kettle started boiling and the curtains started to move in the bedroom from the back being opened. When she called out to see if he could make her a cup of tea, no one replied. She got up to investigate to see if he was in fact there and she saw that there was no one home. She ran back to her bed scared stiff thinking that someone was in the house.
Dad returned half an hour later from his walk and to hear Mum's strange story from beyond.