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Up until I was the age of 20, I lived in a quaint, weatherboard house in the eastern suburbs of Melbourne, Victoria, with my mother, my father and my twin sister. I think it is also important to note that when my mum was a little girl, she lived in the same house with her mother and two brothers.

The house was like a cottage from the Victorian era. There were rose bushes outside, the inside was furnished with classic furniture and the style of it was very old-timey. It was one of the first houses in the entire suburb.

My first memory of anything supernatural in the house was when my sister came to my mum, complaining of a constant dream she had been having. We were about four at the time. She told my mum that she kept having a dream about a tall man in an old suit and a top hat with a cane, who was spanking her. I had the same dream. We were told, when we were older, that her youngest brother had the same dream in that house, and we discovered from a neighbour that, a man and his wife had lived there a while back. The man absolutely hated children. He had killed his wife, and then himself, in the house.

As we got older, my sister and I moved into the front bedroom, the biggest room in the house. It had a large bay window across the front, and a small window on the left side of the room. I distinctly remember lying terrified at night as I watched shadows walk past my window at night, which clearly makes no sense, as there was no light outside.

There were things, such as knocks on the roof a whole bunch of times in a row whenever I was trying to sleep. There were footsteps, and when I was a pre-teen, things of mine just started disappearing and turning up a few weeks later in the strangest places.

I have no idea what really happened there, but I am pretty positive it was the man with the hat, and I am also sure my mother knew about it, even though she told me there were no ghosts, because as soon as we moved into our new house, she made me help her smudge the place. One technique I have learnt from her is to surround myself with white light, to protect myself, and nothing eventful has happened at our new house.