Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Have you read the previous parts of this story? Growing up Haunted in Sydney Part 1

My life with the paranormal went on the back burner when I married and moved into a lovely ‘normal’ house where I personally never saw/ heard or sensed anything much to my relief and I got busy raising my son and daughter.

The “gift” as we prefer to call it causes a lot of unusual coincidences in my family and appears to be hereditary. My two sisters and I now live literally at three cardinal points on the Australian continent, as far away as we could be from each other without getting wet. Yet, without fail every year – either Christmas, Birthday, Mothers Day – which ever – from three cardinal points on the compass – my mother has stopped counting the times she will get three identical cards from all three daughters or three identical presents.

When my middle sister had a car accident – my mum, aware of where she was on the day announced aloud to me suddenly that she knew my sister had just had an accident. She picked up the phone and started searching for the hospital closest to that location and was told eventually after some false starts ; yes, my middle sister had just been admitted with head injuries after a car accident. My middle sister would be OK but would later say, as the car started to roll down the embankment she thought she was going to die. Instead of being afraid, she swore and resigned herself to it, more annoyed by the inconvenience of it all! There was nothing she could do about it she rationalized ‘oh well I’m going to die’ she accepted quietly. It was about the same time my mum sat bolt upright and announced she knew what had happened to my middle sister.

To my surprise I went through the same experience with my second husband in 2003. He is in the army and was away in Melbourne on a course – he had driven his own car down as he wanted to use the opportunity to visit family in the area. It was a rainy Sunday afternoon and I had my two children with me in Sydney when I just KNEW something had happened to my then fiancé in Melbourne and I HAD to talk to him urgently. I ran to the kids and said I had to call him – but we couldn’t find my mobile where all my numbers were stored. We turned the house upside down without success until my daughter (who can do the ‘ol mysteriously finding lost things trick) pulled it out from under my pillow on my bed (still don’t know why it was there!) and I grabbed my phone to find my fiancé was just texting me he had just had a car accident. Stuck in traffic – he was stationary when he saw in his mirrors a speeding car coming at him from the rear. He kept thinking ‘you have to stop’ and eventually he realized this car was going to hit him at full force and there was nothing he could do. The same resigned inevitability overcame him ‘he was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it’. He said the impact came in slow motion and they were on an overpass and the impact spun his car with such force he believed it was going over the edge where he would fall a great height to a certain death… and it almost did… except for one pole in the guard rail which skewered his car in such a way that it stopped it at the critical moment of potential over balance.

He got out of the car without a scratch… meanwhile in another state… I already knew.

The only person who ever saw something in the house where I raised my children was my then 20 year old niece. I was away on a holiday with my 1st husband and my children, while she and her boyfriend offered to ‘ house sit ‘ as we had a little dog and a cat… and as a young couple they wanted privacy….little did they know they wouldn’t be getting any.

On the night in question, my niece went to bed because the boyfriend was watching sports on TV. The boyfriend was seated in the lounge right outside the door to the hallway where the bedroom was – no-one could get to that part of the house without walking past the boyfriend.

My little dog was asleep at her feet when my niece opened her eyes to watch a man walk in the open bedroom door. She described him as having a blue shirt on and black hair and no legs! He walked straight ahead and didn’t acknowledge her in any way and she watched as my dog sat bolt upright and stared at him too! In unison my niece’s head and my little dog’s head trailed the figure as it walked the length of the room and out the wall at the far end! My dog instinctively believing he had seen something real, took off out the house and barked and barked, running from side to side trying to locate the stranger he had seen. My niece ran out to the boyfriend talking a million miles an hour about the guy who had been in the room and why hadn’t her boyfriend stopped him walking in… only realizing later… he’d had no legs and walked out a wall – this guy probably wasn’t going to make much use of doors!

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 14