Christmas 1989. I was spending Christmas with my three sons at my older sisters and the rest of the family. My sister lived in an older style housing commission home that was once a one room home with an outside laundry that faced the road and the back door was the main entrance. The house, over the years, had been extended and a further three rooms were added. My sister had four children a mix of both sexes and they had told me the house was not friendly. I already knew that you could sense and feel it, the children had witnessed a few strange goings on but had dismissed it. Well Christmas eve of 89 took the cake.
Our mother and stepfather were sleeping in the lounge room. My sons shared rooms with their cousins and I was to share my sisters double bed and the other sister slept on the floor (mattress) with her two youngest daughters. As usual I was last to go sleep. I smoked my last smoke for the night and walked through the house checking on everyone.
I laid beside my sister and all of a sudden I heard these two women arguing as I lay there. One of the women guessed I was listening and raced into the room and started stabbing me in the leg. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even grab my sister on either side of me. I was swearing at this woman and trying really hard to get up. Finally she raced back out of the room and I was right behind her when I opened the door (which used to be another door leading outside to the back yard – which had now become a TV room due to the renovations) and what befell me really freaked me out. There was this mahogany tree with lights (like flood lights) shining up into it and there she was not hanging there but more like stuck to the leaves (like felt board) looking down and smirking at me, and then she was gone.
The next day (Christmas) I related this story to my family and my sister as per usual dismissed it. I said to her you go to housing commission on the next working day and you ask them about Mary – which she did and sure enough she was the tenant of that house and she had died Christmas day 1974 when cyclone Tracy struck Darwin and she had been found in the mahogany tree. She had an argument with her neighbour about staying in that house that fateful night her neighbour had wanted her to stay with her.
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