Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

The strange story that I am about to tell chills me to the bone. When I was about 13-14 me, my dad, my mum and my brothers moved into an old house built in the early nineties because of money problems and also because the house was  cheap.

This house had a well in the front yard and around the well  there were really old oak trees and when the leaves fell into the water it made the water go all murky, but that wasn’t the part that scared me about this house. It was about what it was like inside the house. It was cold and dead silent even though there was a busy road outside. You could drop a pin and you would hear it and it always smelt sweet as if someone was consciously spraying lavender. Out the back there was a chicken pen which had bricks on the ground inside the pen but that didn’t bother me.

As soon as we got settled in I thought to myself all the time, why is the well there? and knowing me, I was a little detective  and had to check it out. I threw a rock to see how deep it was. I never heard it hit the bottom so I got a long stick and still couldn’t reach the bottom. Half my arm was in the murky water. I felt something like a hand grab my arm. I instantly jumped back  and ran inside to my brother and he said it was probably a fish, but I knew what I felt.

I thought well if there was fish in there, I will  go fishing. I still wanted to know how deep it was so I put a really heavy sinker and dropped the line. I had 100 meter line on and it didn’t touch the bottom. Then something pulled the rod out of my hands and cut my hands open and that’s when things started to happen.

About three or four days later the microwave and the jug kept clicking on by them self . We thought it might just be because its an old house and there might just be a lose wire  so we unplugged everything and my dad and bothers went under the house to see what was wrong. My mum asked me to wait in the house while she hung out the washing, then the microwave came on again.

I went down to dad and said, did you turn the power back on? He said, no. That kinda freaked me out so I went back up stairs to see what actually happened then on the microwave the numbers 444 were flashing on and off. I thought, maybe I didn’t unplug it or something, but I did. I really started to get scared that night while having dinner. It was around 7:45 and the microwave came on again. We all just stared at each other. Every night at 7:45 it came on.

Now  we had been in the house for six months and we had kinda gotten used to strange things happening and we just thought that we had a few nice spirits in the house. I heard my parents talking about moving out that night. I went to bed and I had a dream that I was walking in the back yard and the pen was gone and I fell down a hole and there was this man that kept staring at me. Then my parents woke me up. They told me to sleep in their room because I was screaming.

My parents fell asleep, but I couldn’t get back to sleep. Then I heard things. I heard the couches being moved around. I heard screaming and dogs barking. Then  it just stopped. The following morning the couches were all over the place and the glasses were all smashed. I’m guessing we had overstayed their liking so we decided to move into a hotel and only come back in the day time, but at that time there were no spare rooms so we had to stay another couple of days until one was free.

My aunt was going to stay over for the night to help us start packing. She didn’t last the night. She went back home while we stayed. In the morning the couches and the dining table had been pushed in front of the door so no one could get in or out. We moved all that out of the way then we heard my brother scream. We ran to his door because he was in his room. We couldn’t open the door, there was something behind it. We ran to the outside window and we were shocked to see the bookcase was pushed in front of the door. No one would have been able to move it by themselves, so my dad smashed the window.We got in our car and drove off. We never went back into that house ever  and I hope I never see that place again!

Written by Tegan Rogers, Copyright 2008