Hi, we are two brothers from southern Queensland, Australia. Until about three years ago we dwelled in Haslemere in Surrey, England. We came to Australia at the age of fifteen and seventeen, forced out of our homeland by the most terrifying set of paranormal events. Our parents were so harrowed by the end of the ordeal that we relocated as far away as humanly possible. It has left us happy.
Four years ago, on Chris’s birthday, we went to a restaurant known as the Shahanaz for a family meal. We were having a good time celebrating until the time came for the cake. We had arranged for the waiters to sing happy birthday. As soon as they broke into song, Chris clutched his ears and began writhing on the floor, screaming for them to stop. We were all perplexed by his behavior, but I was aware of a cold air around us and a strange muffled buzzing that would rise and fall.
We apologized profusely and left, sending Chris to bed with a high fever. I shared a room with him and was awoken in the night to him sleep talking. He sounded happy, yet he looked terrified. He was speaking of having nails hammered into him. I tried to sleep but was plagued by a terrible itching around my hands and sides.
Heat engulfed us in the morning and we both ran for the bathroom and began throwing water over at ourselves, and we saw we were steaming. After going downstairs, we were told by our mum that the Shahanaz had been attacked by an unknown individual, and all of the staff were dead with lacerations all over their bodies. It scared us and although none of us voiced it, we all thought of the previous night.
Our parents went to talk to the authorities and we were alone. The electricity went out and despite the bright daylight and abundance of windows, the rooms were near pitch black. My brother and I sat in the living room slightly worried.
The door to the room slammed and the heat rose again and we felt like we were burning. The room went red and a man sat in the corner. His eyes were stitched over, yet he was staring straight towards us. He opened his mouth and a guttural, abrasive language emerged. We were drawn to him against our will. As we drew closer we saw that he was bleeding from his hands and sides along with a deep cut to his forehead. His hair blew and singed whilst simultaneously regrowing.
He embraced us and I felt as if I was leaving myself. I burnt with a sharpness that penetrated to my stomach which was icy cold. Chris told me his experience was different. He felt welcomed and then stung all over his face, which is visible to this day, he is pockmarked and is quite sensitive.
Two hours later my parents returned. the house was intact but the lounge was gutted, completely blackened. We were forced to sleep there. Something happened to my parents in their room that night. We flew in the morning. I still have a rash down each side and scars on my palms.
We will never return.
Sent in by Jake and Christopher, Copyright 2008 True Ghost Tales