My Ghostly Encounters

Ever since I was little, I have had experienced unusual encounters. My parents' first home was where it all began. Looking under my bed for the good old monster that we all got told of to keep us in bed. Never finding anything.

I was always waking up early hours of the morning to the dog barking, just to see who I thought was mum standing near my bed, looking out the window, telling me everything was alright and go back to sleep. That was until we moved, then I found out after telling my mother about her antics that she never once got up in the middle of the night to look out the window to see what the dog was barking about. That made me think.

The next house was my grandparents, now demolished for a car yard. I would often experience presences of the family pets. I was not the only one, so did my sister. She would hear them. I would often see and hear them. Always going to check up on the pets that we had at the time, to see if they were alright. That was not all, my grandparents' house also had doors that would sound like they were opening and someone was coming inside. No one was ever there when we checked.

This was not the only place. Pretty much every house I have lived in, I have experienced some form of unexplained phenomena. There have been a few on the spooky side to go with it.

Two of the homes I have lived in were a wake up call on the dark side. One of them we would hear old gramophone music playing with voices talking. Green mist would appear late in the night and set the smoke alarms off. No fire to be seen. A lounge room door slamming shut, not a strong enough draft to cause it.

The other house. Okay, just moved in and had not hung the mirror in the bathroom when it went crashing to the floor. Should have had smashed glass everywhere. No! It was facing the ceiling all intact. Pictures pushed off the bench in the kitchen while we were watching TV, no one in there. Turn the lights out, you felt as though someone was right behind you. Toddler's feet crossing the kitchen floor and the glasses tinkling in the cupboard. I would get up to check on our children. All asleep. As I go back to bed, turn the lights out again, heavy footfalls right to the very end of my bed. I remember telling my husband, "I am not looking. I don't want to know who is there," sticking my head under the covers, hoping for sleep.

That house has now had a fire inside of it. The new owners did not have any insurance on it.

I could keep going. I have to leave something for next time.