The Haunted House

I just want to first point out that I am not crazy nor am I making any of this up.

Ok so it was quite a few years ago now, my Mum and I were looking for a new place to live because my brother got us thrown out of our old house (cheers for that bro.)

My friend was a real estate agent at the time so she said she would help us find a place for the two of us and our dog.

We had looked at a few places but they were either too small or too old.

Then one day we got a call from my friend that she found us a place and it was perfect for what we wanted.  So we hopped in the car and drove to the house.  It wasn't too far away from where we were staying and the rent was crazy cheap.  We could have the dog and because they were renovating the house, they didn't really care what we did to it.  It was strange however that the house was totally liveable, yet it was clear the owners had not been living in the house for some time.

But we didn't think too much about that and started packing ready to move in.

The first night it started.

I went to my room to go to sleep and my Mum did the same.  About 15 minutes after we had both gone to bed, we both heard a loud crash and then footsteps up the hallway.  However these footsteps sounded like someone was wearing big heavy boots.  My Mum yelled out at me asking what I was doing, and I yelled back telling her nothing I was trying to go to sleep but what was she doing.  She yelled back that she was also in bed.  Let the freak out begin.

We lived in this house for a year and in that year a lot of freaky stuff happened.  Things would fall over, the toilet seat would slam shut, my brother heard banging while he was using our shower but nobody was there, the vacuum cleaner would stop and start randomly, my Mum would see shadowed and lights in the hallway while she was in the lounge room.

They say that animals can see the dead, and I fully believe in this now as my dog would just randomly start barking at a corner of the room and jump up like there was someone there.  At first we thought he must be hearing something outside because it was by a window, but there never was.

Now the freakish thing that happened to me.  I was alone in the house as my Mum was at work.  I was sitting on the sofa with my dog asleep on my lap.  All of a sudden he woke up with a start and looked over at the window blinds.  The chord for the blind started swinging.  Now before anyone says anything, there was no breeze, the window was shut, all the doors were shut, there was no reason for this chord to swing.  However swing it did.  For a good 5 minutes, until it suddenly stopped.  It didn't just loose momentum and come to a stop.  It jolted to a stop.  I was terrified.  I called my Mum and she told me to take the dog and get out of the house for a while.

We started looking for a new place to live not much longer after that.

On moving day, our neighbours came up to us and instead of asking us why we were moving, said well done for lasting in that house for so long.  The owners of the house refused to stay in it.  They told us that one night while the man in the house was away for work, the woman ran to the neighbours saying strange things were happening in the house.  As they looked out the window, they saw the lights flicking on and off and shadows walking past the windows.

We then found out from the neighbours that there was an old lady that died in the house.  She died in my bedroom (which might explain why it was the coldest room in the house) and she would sit by the window and just stare (which could explain why my dog would jump up and bark at that window.)

Why this back story?

It's happening again.

I was in bed trying to get to sleep when I heard a creepy male voice whisper "hey."

Sounds stupid I know.  I told my housemates and didn't think much else about it.

A couple of nights later, trying to get to sleep, I heard the same voice whisper "girls."

After having a great laugh about us having a creepy ghost - and naming him Herb the perv - we didn't put much other thought into it.

However a couple of days ago, our stove top started sparking as if someone was trying to light the hobs.  But nobody was near it.  Might just be a malfunction.  Fine.

However the other day, I dropped my crochet needle on the floor.  I saw it fall, I heard it fall.  So I turned the light on to find it but it wasn't there.  Now my crochet hook is fluro green so it's not easy to miss.  Thinking that it might of somehow fallen behind my bed I told myself that I would find it the next day.

I have been cleaning and organising my room for  the past couple of days.  The great declutter of 2015.  But couldn't find my crochet hook anywhere.  So I went downstairs to get a drink of water, then headed back to my room.  When I walked back in, I saw my crochet hook in the middle of my bed.

Had Herb been up to new tricks?

Will he strike again?

Only time will tell!

Aussie Out
xo