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I thought I would give a follow up to my story A Life of Haunted Houses once again it will probably seem like a bunch of words thrown in a sentence, so sorry! For those who haven't read it, i'll give you a small summary... I have been able too see/hear ghosts, every house I have moved to, I've seen a ghost or two. More recently we moved house and things have gotten from bad to worse.

I'm constantly feeling like I'm watched, the only sacred place is the bathroom (thank god!). I've lived in this house for about 4-5 months now and things just don't stop happening. I'll turn a cold tap on, leave it for a second and the hot tap will be on instead or I put a tap on and it will just stop running.

I'll give you a small run down of our house, when you first walk in, on your right, there's 2 glass doors that lead to the lounge room and further down is the kitchen, on the left there is the computer room and dad's room, if you walk through the kitchen there is just a spare room that can also lead to the lounge and my room.

My room is always icy cold, no matter if I put a heater on in there or not, it's always cold. One night I was on my way to bed when I saw a dark figure standing in the spare room near my bedroom door, it was pretty dark, but I could still make out the shape of it and I instantly knew this ghost was bad news, I'd seen it standing over me at my old house and it was back again. I was pretty much glued to the spot, when it started moving closer, I still couldn't move, I was scared s***less, anyway, it got to a point where I was face to face with it and all I could smell was death and I could hear it, it was breathing and muttering something, I couldn't understand, at that point I just ran and woke dad up.

Everything stopped until a few weeks ago, I injured myself and have been off work so I have been home for about 3 weeks. At night, as I'm going to sleep, I hear these noises, it sounds like there is a dinner party going on far away and you can here heaps of people talking, but when I get up to see if the radio or tv is on, there is nothing, so I go to bed and it happens again.

My dog goes absolutely insane at my bedroom door at random times for no reason. Or he will run around woofing, which is unusual cause he's usually a quiet dog. On my first night off, dad was out so it was just me and damo (my dog). I was in the computer room and got up to get a drink when I heard a door open, I didn't really think much of it and just said brb to everyone and went to leave the room. when I found I couldn't get the door open, I thought it was just the door because its an extremely old house, but I kept puttling and pulling and just couldn't open the door.

The room went icy cold and I heard a door slam outside the room and I started to panic and went to go through the windows, unfortunately they hadn't been opened before because it's winter here, so I tried the door again and I heard a faint voice say 'welcome home' and the blinds start moving. I hid under the table and shut my eyes until it stopped. I didn't bother telling dad because he would have thought I was being childish.

That morning I woke up to dad screaming at me, all his strings on his guitar had been cut and his room was a mess, I hadn't done it and damo didn't because how does a little staffy cut guitar strings? I had to take the blame because every other excuse wouldn't really work.

The next thursday my nan came to pick me up to get my glasses, she came in to sit down and about 5 seconds later walked straight out, dragging me along with her and said "are you aware there is a man in the house with bad intentions, also there was a girl with him" I knew nan was telling the truth because she can see stuff better than me.

Since then, I've slept with my light on until two nights ago when things got out of control. I got told to turn my light out because it was costing money, so I did. About 10 minutes of lying there, my bed started shaking, like there was an earthquake, it went for about 15 seconds and I got ripped off the bed and slammed into the wall, my bed was still shaking and I couldn't breath, I'm not sure if I was winded or it was on purpose, but the ghost was there again, with the little girl, who was crying and looking rather apologetically at me, the man knelt down next to me and whispered 'welcome's over' or something along those lines and disappeared, but the girl stayed, I know she isn't bad, I've seen her my entire life, and I went back to bed scared out of my brain but knowing I was ok cause she was watching.

I know it sounds REALLY unbelievable, but it's true and it's becoming more dangerous, the more I see and the better I see. They say the older you get the less you see, but it seems to be opposite for me, I even see stuff at friends houses!

Please help! I'm not religious and I can't really get people to 'banish' the ghosts, there has to be something I can do?