I have always had an interest in the paranormal and although influenced by my mother and older sister, they never pushed anything upon me. I took it upon myself to read books about the subject. I guess you could say our family was open minded.
Our story began when we moved into a house in Dandenong Victoria in 1983. My mother had insomnia and often lay awake reading books late at night. She had her bed shaken on several occasions which alarmed her a bit. My sister 17, had seen on two occasions a figure standing at the end of her bed. She described it as a man wearing what looked like a Dick Tracy outfit with a hat, with a beige look all over. She could not see any features.
We had an old ceramic kettle and the switch was broken (you had to flick it on at the wall). One day my mum was standing in the kitchen talking to her friend who was sitting in the dining room. Mum was telling her about the strange things that had been happening like things going missing and turning up later or the kettle switching on by itself. My mother’s friend said “Oh what a lot of bull…” Straight after she said that the kettle flicked on. This upset mum’s friend and she didn’t come and visit for a long time after that.
On a separate occasion my mum had friends over in the dining room again and this time she turned the kettle on herself. My brother 14 was watching TV in the lounge and yelled out “What the hell was that” and he claimed that a figure much like the one my sister had described had floated past the hallway door. (Our loungeroom, dining and kitchen were cut off from the rest of the house by a very 70′s amber glass sliding door with circles pattern in it. We kept it closed in extreme summer/extreme winter for air con) Since then my brother doesn’t talk about it, every now and again I try to get him to talk about it but even a few beers doesn’t do the trick.
As for me I never saw it but I was always scared to go down the hallway at night we lived there for ten years and I was 15 when we moved out and was always spooked by what happened in earlier years. I did hear footsteps in the hallway often. On one night (I was 5 or 6) I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. I opened my eyes and look out in to the hallway, mum always left the toilet light on and it was ambient at the doorway of each room but I could not see anybody, I tried closing my eyes again and I felt a definite tap on my shoulder I looked around and no one was there. I was so scared I just laid there awake for a long time for how long I’m not sure.
My mum had another friend who claimed she was psychic. She came over one day and asked to be alone we were all at school and my mum was a smoker at the time so she waited outside on the patio having a smoke. Her friend emerged and said that she couldn’t feel much at the time. She told my mum to leave a pad and pen on the table late at night and go to bed and ask the ghost for a sign, and not to tell any of us about it. She shut the windows and kept our cat out for the night (much to our cats disgust) And she did what her friend told her to do. She then made sure she was up early ’cause she knew I would get up and start drawing pictures on it. There was nothing on the paper but the pen was on the floor. It was one of those hexagon shaped ones so it couldn’t have rolled off.
At a later date her friend came back because mum wasn’t satisfied so she did another session. Turns out she did pick up on the spirit. There wasn’t too much revealed but her friend stated that he was attached to the last family that lived there and he wanted to know where they had gone to. Mum’s friend told the spirit that without names she could not help him and told him to please leave in peace. He seemed to be sad but understanding (no names revealed). Mum’s friend went outside and told her what happened. It was like instant that everything stopped. It seems he did move on. She also said that he didn’t seem to be a dark spirit. (This activity lasted approximately two years 83 – 85) Thank you for reading, Dan.
Sent in by Dan, Copyright 2010 TrueGhostTales.com