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