Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1
My elder sister moved into a house only 10 minutes from my Mum and I used to go there and baby-sit her new baby daughter – but now I was an adult and a little more educated about what I had experienced growing up.
My elder sister had joked she thought she had a ghost in her house as well and given our history we had a good laugh….was there no escape?
I can admit I was privy to it once myself – I was in her main bedroom watching TV and it was night and I knew my sister was due home any moment.
I clearly heard the back door open and close and the floor boards creak under the body weight of someone crossing from the backdoor – the kitchen and across the house to the main bedroom where I was.
Instinctively thinking it was my sister home, I packed my things, got up and opened the bedroom door… to an empty house.
The house was in darkness and I hadn’t expected to walk out into the classic heroine standing in a darkened room scenario! The room was chilled and I knew instinctively from what I now call my ‘spidey sense ‘what I was dealing with. “oh man! for crying out loud leave me alone,” I complained, “I’m really not in the mood for this.” I told who ever it was, more annoyed than frightened. I checked the back door and it was still locked went back in my sister’s room and put the TV on again.
A second time the sounds came and walked right up to the bedroom door – so clear I waited for the door to open. It didn’t. By now furious I snapped the bedroom door open – of course to thin air and stormed out into the chilly lounge area turning the lights on as I went. Careful not to be too loud to wake the baby, I told this person in no uncertain terms I was not afraid of them – but we were aware of their presence and they were welcome to stick around as long as they stopped bothering my sister and under no circumstances what so ever where they to frighten the children of the house. I told them clearly they were dead – we knew they were dead – and they potentially could scare the kids by hanging around and my sister had just gone through a nasty divorce and she didn’t need them upsetting her any more than she already was. I said I was going back to watching TV and I bid them goodnight.
I went back to the main bedroom and finished watching my show – when the sounds came a third time – I was enraged and bolted out the bedroom door to meet it halfway across the loungeroom floor for a show down – instead, giving my sister a huge shock as she walked innocently across the house! “err happy to see me?” she started quizzically thinking I was scared, “did he give you trouble?” she added, referring to the ghost. “We had words,” I said with a smile. Later she would ask what had I done, as the pressing feeling of the house seemed to vanish overnight and her ghost appeared to be “no more.”
While I hadn’t consciously intended to do so – it would appear I had sent her ghost on his way – or at least on to someone else he could annoy.
Written by Jennifer Mills-Young, Copyright 2009
Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1 ~~ Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 10
now that’s putting your foot down lady! you certainly know how to handle your ghosts!! thanks miss jen there’s never a dull moment when you post!!
Yes i know what u mean i’m her husband…………………lol
mr. and mrs. young, i wouldn’t mine spending 24 hrs. with your family!!!!
I love it! It’s good when humor finds its way in somehow……..to the Young’s, I enjoy the stories; keep it comin’ luvs.
I guess when you grow up with something like this and ours (generally) was a positive haunting by my grandfather at the start – so we knew who it was and just accepted it – everyday family life continues with all the ups and downs that it brings…..except Pop was still a participating member of the family but just happened to be a ghost! Many people equate a haunting with being scared all the time…..we really never had that, so a ghost doesnt automatically = scary for us. It just equals a ghost. So we almost operate around them like they’re still people and interact with them the same as we would anyone who wanders into our house(s)! Some people we want to leave and some people are Ok to stay. I guess you could say ” Ghosts were people too ” LOL and just like real people you bump into nice (ghost) people and not so nice (ghost) people – easy going (ghost)people and stubborn (ghost) people. But the only time I believe that ghosts become a problem is when fear enters the relationship. If you a living with a (real) person you are afraid of – you aren’t going to be very happy and will be edgy and jumpy all the time and scared of what they might do. Have the same relationship with a ghost and that is magnified x 1000! Ok you call the police if its a real person but people get stuck when its a ghost and often hand over the power of the relationship to the ghost! Some ghosts have boundaries( eg they may not like you using a certain room) but there is usually room for negotiation, as the living tend to often start to believe the ghost is in charge! and often thats usually where things usually start to go pear shaped.
thanks jennifer, thats the way i look at ghosts too!! they were once people.