The Doctor Is In.

It's been a long time since I wrote about one of my sightings. For 27 years, I was servicing fire systems in buildings, many of them abandoned and in a state of disrepair. Over 27 years, I witnessed many things that I can't explain. The account of what happened was around 10 to 12 years ago in an old homestead which was once owned by a doctor. Now it was a museum opened to the public. It is my only seriously bad experience with the supernatural.
I had been servicing this particular homestead for several years. Part of my job was to visit the site once a month, test the fire panel, ring the fire bell and make sure the alarm went to security and the fire brigade and also try to rectify any faults in the system. The building was empty during the week but opened to the public on weekends. When I first started testing the site, I would always hear creaking boards and footsteps in the house upstairs. I would stand at the bottom of the stairs and yell out "Hello, I'm about to test the fire system. Ignore the alarms." No one ever answered me, so I would go upstairs, open the doors and announce that I was testing. No one was ever there. There were a few mannequins in period costume upstairs and on one occasion I opened the door and the head fell off the mannequin as I stepped inside and I ended up doing a juggling act with the head. I got quite a shock but figured someone had set me up for a scare. After this happened, there were more movements in the house whenever I went to do my testing. Underneath the stairs, there was a door leading to the servants quarters and the kitchen and a huge room which was used for historical documents, clothing and other things to do with the property and area. I would hear footsteps, and sometimes laughing from this area but again when checking, no one would be there. I could sense something in this area and it made me feel very uncomfortable. One day a cast iron pot lid which had been on the mantle piece above the open fire came flying off and narrowly missed my head. I thought this isn't right, did my test and got out quick. Next time I had an assistant with me and we did a full test of the system. He felt scared in there and said he could feel some sort of entity. When we went in the back room, there was an old broken oil lamp on a table. I could hear a voice in my head saying to take the lamp home with me. It wanted to come home with me. In 27 years of working for that company, I never stole anything. I am not that sort of person and I certainly didn't want the old broken lamp. While we were in the room, my assistant was panicking. He was looking at a plan of the site standing next to the table with the lamp on it when all of a sudden a large box on a shelf full of documents came sliding off and hit him in the head. Paper went everywhere and he took off. I picked up all of the documents put them back in the box and put them back on the shelf. I went looking for my assistant but he was gone. I found him standing by the side of my work vehicle. I went over and said "What's up?" He said, "I'm not going back in there. It's Haunted." I laughed. He said "When I was in that room, I heard a voice in my head that told me to take the broken lamp home." I didn't tell him I heard the same thing. He ended up sitting in the car while I finished off the test.
The next time I was there the voices and laughter got louder and stopped when I went into the room. From then on, I would see the old oval brass door knobs twist with out anyone being there, doors would sometimes creak opened. After a few more visits, more things would be falling, my tools or log books would go missing. I was starting to get seriously worried about working there but was too scared to tell my boss as I would be treated like an idiot. One day, I was testing there and I pulled up, went to the door, tried my keys but they had changed the locks. I rang the council and told them and they said they would send out a security guard to open up for me. In about 5 minutes a security car pulled up and a guard came up to me. He asked me if I had been to the property before. They had changed the locks and security code on the buildings. I told him I had been going there for several years. He told me that he hated going there as it was haunted. I asked how so? He told me he heard someone upstairs once, went up to check the rooms, opened the door and the head came off the mannequin and hit him in the chest. I said nothing. I did my test and left the guard to lock up. The next month there was a lot of energy in the house. Voices, footsteps, laughter, creaking boards, door handles turning. All of a sudden everything went quiet. I was looking for my screwdriver to put the panel back together. It wasn't where I had left it. I started swearing. I was really ticked off. I was standing looking at the fire panel and all of a sudden whack. My screwdriver shot past my head and got stuck in the wall next to me. I pulled it out of the wall, put the panel back together grabbed my keys, put the burglar alarm back on and left quickly. I went to the council and asked the building supervisor if anyone had ever told him anything strange happening in the building. He said "like what?" I said, "Ghosts or whatever." He laughed and said "Never."
The next month I went back. I was a little worried after what happened the previous month. I made up my mind to do a quick test and get out of there. The activity in the house was unbelievable. It sounded like a party was going on upstairs. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and yelled at the top of my voice that I was testing. I refused to go upstairs. As I walked back into the room with the fire panel in it, I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs behind me. I could sense something in the kitchen watching me. I walked into the fire panel room and shut the door behind me. I heard the door to the room opening, turned and saw the handle being turned. All of a sudden I felt the hairs on my back standing up and I started shaking. The door flung open, I felt strong wind heading toward me. something hit me with a lot of impact. pushed me into the wall, I ended up on the floor. The exterior door opened and then slammed shut. I panicked, grabbed my keys, tools and logbook and got out of there quick without locking up or turning the alarm on. I went to the council and told the building manager what happened and told him that I hadn't locked up or set the alarm. He arranged for security to do it. About half an hour later, I received a call from my boss who told me they had just lost the contract for the Melbourne Casino and the guy that used to do my area would be coming back to do his old run. I would now be working in Gippsland. Good news for me.
About 2 years later, the guy that took over from me was fired and I was asked to train a new employee and show him the run. The first day, I had to go back to the homestead. I asked him to meet me there and when he pulled up, he explained that my assistant had told him it was haunted. He said, Haunted ha ha. What a lot of bullshit... I opened up the house, feeling slightly frightened. I could hear voices and footsteps upstairs. I told the new guy to go upstairs and tell the people upstairs that we were testing. He came back and said, "Strange, no one up their boss." He closed the door behind him and I proceeded to show him what to do. All of a sudden there was banging on the door and the door handle started turning. I said, "So, you think that Ben is full of Bullshit... Explain this." and pointed at the door handle which was still moving. I got out of there quick and waited for him at the car. He came up to me and said, 'You set me up didn't you?" I told him I didn't want to talk about it. Don't mention this place to me again. About 3 months later, my company lost the contract with this council and we didn't have to go there again. When I went home that night after I taught the guy how to test the site I went on line and looked up stories about the homestead. To my surprise, there were several stories about it being haunted and a newspaper clipping about the place that showed a photo of ghostly shadows on the upstairs windows. I found an online chat line that discussed the occult and entered one of the chats to do with spirits and ghosts. I started telling people about the homestead and what I had experienced. There was a lady that was asking me a lot of questions. Eventually she told me that she was a Medium and worked with the Tasmanian Police Force on crimes like murder, missing persons etc. She told me that there was at least 1 poltergeist in the building that had taken a disliking to me. The activity was building up and up and eventually this would end up with me getting seriously hurt or worse still, my death. She warned me to never go back there. I never have and never will. Her explanation of the broken lamp was that If I took it home it would have transported the poltergeist to my home.