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Ghost story from Jess and
sent to Angels &
Ghosts!
My name is Jess, I'm 17,
and I suppose you'd say that my family 'attracts' supernatural activity. We live
in Victoria, Australia, and ever since I can remember weird things have happened
around my family, but especially to me and my
parents.
When I was
born, my parents owned a house in a long court on a really steep hill that ended
in a river...that was apparently frequented by drug addicts and the like.
I have no idea if I ever experienced the same thing as my parents, as I was a
baby at the time; but at least once a week, sometimes up to 5 or 6 times, my
parents would be lying in bed asleep at around 1am when a distant rumbling
of a motor bike woke them up. The motor bike
would
drive slowly down our street and stop right outside our
house; you could apparently hear the engine idling. Then a transparent figure would walk through the bedroom wall (and our house was split level, my parents'
room looked as though it was on the second story from the ground). He had
a
motor bike
helmet under one arm and all he would do is walk to the end of my parents' bed
and just stand there staring at them. They have both said that the air in
the room would became really heavy and hazy, and they wouldn't be able to move.
After about five minutes, the figure would turn, walk back
through the wall, and the sound of the idling motorbike would
just fade away. Once my sister was born they decided to move to a
bigger place and
as soon as
the house was put on the market the ghost in our house became, well, less
friendly. My mum especially experienced a heavy weight on her chest whenever the
ghost came that had never been there before. She said that while before she had
been unnerved by the appearance of the ghost it had never really bothered her,
but now she was afraid of it. Not long after, we moved out and the motor bike
ghost (as we named him) never bothered us again, and we never found out why he
was there or why he didn't want us to leave.
My parents then decided to
relocate to a big old house on a property in the country. We added a toilet and
extra bedroom onto the back of the house as well as demolishing a sleepout that
was attached to the bedroom that my sister and I shared. By the time we'd
completely moved in, I was five years old. Everything was fine as far as I knew,
until I was about seven, but I later discovered that this was only when I
realised we weren't alone. One night I woke up and went to the toilet.
When I went back to bed, I had just gotten comfortable and was settling
myself to go back to sleep when movement near the door caught my
attention. At first I thought it was one of my parents checking on me, but
then I realised that the person was too short to be an adult - it was a child. I
looked over at my sister's bed and saw her fast asleep. Then the figure moved
into my room and I saw it was a little girl with waist length blonde ringlets
and a dress like those I'd seen in my nana's photo albums. She was kind of
transparent looking and was staring right at me. Then another figure,
shorter than the girl, entered the room. This one was a little boy. He walked
over to the door that originally led to the sleepout, but now just opened onto
the verandah and remained locked at all times. He looked sadly at the door, then
at me. I gathered that the little girl and her brother used to live here
and that the sleepout used to be the little boy's room and that he was sad,
because it had been destroyed. My family lived there until I
was twelve and on numerous occasions I saw the blonde girl and her brother,
but always at night and always in my room. I wasn't scared of them, they
were almost like my friends, although they seemed unable to talk to me and
communicated only through pointing at things and using facial expressions.
I never did find out who they were. I told my mum one day after we
moved, what I'd seen. She told me about how as soon as we moved in, little
things would go missing and turn up months later or not turn up at all. Also,
sometimes in the kitchen, pots and pans would move as if in a breeze, but there
were no doors or windows open. The patch of hallway just outside my bedroom door
and travelling across to the door into our dining room was also distinctly
colder at all times than the rest of the house; almost everyone who came over
mentioned it. My mum thinks that there were other spirits in the house
other than the little boy and girl (who no one ever saw, but me), but the other
spirits were less friendly and were unhappy that the house had been moved, which
is why they did things to annoy or scare us.
I have had other
experiences since we moved back into the suburbs, but never again in my
house. One other experience that I will share and that actually frightened
me was while on a ghost tour of the city. Walking through a building that is
supposedly haunted with my family friend, we looked up at the same time to see a
glowing figure in the window directly above us. I got chills up and down
my spine and got out of there as fast as I could. To this day my friend
refuses to admit that he saw anything.