Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Its Time to Move On

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 …