A Great & True Australian Ghost Story Back to: Ghost Stories

I have had a few
interesting experiences, but I'll tell you about the strangest
one.
About 13 years ago I lived in an old terrace house in Highgate
Perth, across from Hyde Park. I loved it and so did my son who was
little at the time. Odd things used to happen, like lamps would go out,
and I would say, "Can you turn it back on, please?" and you guessed it, it
would come back on. This happened lots of times, and we were used to
it. We actually thought it was quite sweet, like the house was
alive. It never felt
scary.
One night when I was home alone, I went to go down the hallway to bed and there was a wetness down the middle of the hall carpet that lead to my bedroom. No one else had been in the house all day, and no water had been anywhere near the hall. I called my parents, who told me to look under the carpet, as it might be rising damp. Even though it was summer, I checked. The floor below was totally dry. The next morning when I woke, the light pink couch in the lounge room had a huge round wet patch on it. I had been there by myself all night, and had not wee'd on the couch! The seat cushion was soaked through, with no visible explanation available at all.
I thought she must be joking, but she wasn't. She mumbled excuses, as she made her way
to the door. Virtually running to the car, she called back to me, '"You'll be
fine. I promise." I was shocked. She was not normally that weird. I found out
eventually that when she went to bolt the door, the bolt just would not budge no
matter what force she used. Then she felt a painful ringing in her ears, and sensed someone
telling her to get out! She claimed that the feeling was so terrifying, that she knew
she had to leave; but she also claimed that she felt that the
ghost/spirit/energy, or whatever it was, was protective of me, and that I would be fine.
The most dramatic thing that happened in that house,
thankfully occurred during the day! My partner and I were unpacking
the shopping one Saturday afternoon, and chatting while my son played
(there was a nice mood in the house). Then I realized that I could
hear the TV being turned on, and off; over, and over. I called
out for my son to stop playing with it. He called back, "Mum, it's not
me." The room was open plan, and so I looked over into the
lounge. Sure enough, my son was playing with his Game Boy. My
partner had just started to explain that it was most likely an electrical fault,
when the toaster behind us started popping up repeatedly (as in the toaster
spring). He was just about to restate his faulty-wiring theory, when we
both noticed that the toaster wasn't plugged in! As we stared at each
other in amazement, the fridge started to literally shake from side to side,
banging very loudly as it hit the ground each time. Then immediately
when that stopped, the flywire door leading outside opened and slammed shut
before our eyes. We all just looked at each other in astonishment, until
my son said, "Cool!" We all just laughed about it. I guess
that sounds odd, but it wasn't scary, just amazing!
A friend who was worried about me living there, took me to see a psychic. I mentioned nothing to him about why I was there, and the first thing he said to me was, "You've got a spirit living in your house that's very active, and he has his eye on you." Naturally, it did not impress me at all, but it freaked me out (I'd thought of my ghost as being female - less scary). He also told me that the ghost was very jealous of anyone close to me, and said that he watched me getting undressed every night. At that point I stopped the reading. I thought that it was an of-thing to tell me, even if it had been true.
When I moved into a new house, two other friends
came to tell me about experiences that they had felt in my old place, but hadn't
wanted to scare me by telling me while I was living there. Both
stories were told to me by two people who didn't know
each other, and at separate times. So, there was no collusion. They told
me that they had felt a painful ringing in their ears, and felt very frightened.
They felt like something definitely wanted them out of the house. Both said the
ringing didn't stop until they were quite some distance from my home. Another
friend confided in me that she had clearly heard a voice saying, "Get out," and when
she looked around, no one was there and I was still outside hanging out the
washing.
I moved out of that house a long time ago, and I have
had many more fascinating things happen, but none as visually dramatic as the
TV-toaster-fridge thing. I just think of it all as being a natural
occurrence. I believe in parallel levels of existence, and that people
move on, not die; just sometimes, people choose not to move on completely...and
some of them have a few issues!
Kind comments
may be sent to Darcy directly at lacastra@hotmail.com