Poor Gentry

This is my story. It happened some years ago, maybe in the early 1990's, and lasted for several months. I can't really put a time line to it.

One night I heard heavy breathing coming up the stairs, and then a roaring noise in my head. There was a shadow silhouette standing in the bedroom door. It was a man and he was wearing an old fashion farmers hat, shoved on the back of his head, there was a rip in the brim on the bottom left hand side. I was paralyzed and couldn't move or call out. Slowly the image disappeared and I was back to normal. I wasn't left upset or scared.

These visits would happen maybe once or twice a week, sometimes I would wake to feel a hand pressing on my shoulder, or someone crawling in bed with me if my husband was away on a country trip. By this time I was screaming and swearing at the figure, in my brain.

On one visit, I calmed myself down, apologized to it, and asked it to show itself. An image appeared, in full color, of a small young man, I would say in his early 20's. He was wearing a tan suit that was too small for him, and he had on a wide brimmed farmers hat, with a rip in the brim on the left hand bottom. Beside him stood another man, either Chinese or Japanese. I live in Australia and our history is of convicts shipped from England. The Oriental man was dressed in convict clothes, he was turned slightly away from me, towards the young man, his whole demeanor was subordinate. The young man's out standing feature was his beautiful big blue eyes.

My daughter wasn't living at home at the time, and once when she was visiting, I started to tell her what I was experiencing. Before I got far, she took over and told me that she'd been experiencing the same things ever since she started living in the house.

I'm trying to make my story short and only tell you the outstanding events. My daughter moved back home, and she painted her room before moving into it. She was sleeping in a different bedroom while the paint fumes went away. My husband's intellectually impaired nephew came to spend the night one night. My daughter moved into her own bedroom that night, and the nephew slept in the bedroom my daughter had been sleeping in. The next morning he told me that someone opened his bedroom door and he was really scared, he was trying to call out but couldn't yell or move. I didn't want to upset him, so told him it was probably my daughter getting up in the middle of the night and forgetting which room she was in.

But after that night, neither my daughter nor I had another visit.