This story isn't mine, it is my great grandfather James', who told my grandfather, who told my father, who told me. My family on my father's side are devoted Christian's so I have no doubt that my great grandfather was telling the truth about what he believed he saw.

Due to this story having been told by word of mouth over four generations I am somewhat short on details but the general gist of the story is still the same.

I can't be sure of an exact location and date other than in James' house in Victoria in 1949.

Late one night, James got up to go to the toilet and in the hallway he claims to have seen an apparition of his father, Thomas, my great great grandfather. It was impossible for Thomas to have been there in person as he was over 90 years old and living in New South Wales.

Again, I am short on details so I cannot say for how long this apparition lasted or how James reacted and I can't give a detailed description of it other than that it looked like Thomas.

The following morning, a relative of James', a brother or sister (he had a lot) came to the door and told him that his father (Thomas) had died the previous night. To this James replied "I know, I saw him last night, he died at ??? o'clock".

Again, sorry I don't know what time he saw the apparition or the time of Thomas' death, so I don't know if the two events occurred at the same time.

Well that's the story, and just like my father before me, I'll be sure to pass it on to my children.

Hey! I would just like to start by putting out the history of the house where the incidents have taken place.

The house was built in 1892, and was build next door to an area known to be a spot where aboriginals were taken and killed, either through hanging, being shot or just as often torture. The home is on a hill and at least 10km away from any other properties. It's a Victorian home, with old style ventilation and thin walls. There are 4 bedrooms 3 bathrooms, basement and attic. The people living in the home were me (Mitchell was 14 at the time) my sister (Mary 17) my brother (Tom 5) and our parents.

When we first moved into the house, we thought it was perfect-it was large, roomy and had no neighbors close by. The realtor, while showing us around the home, had informed us in a joking manner, that apparently former residents had heard gunshots at night and had thought they had heard people crying outside.

So we moved in about 2 years ago, and at first nothing happened (for about a month). Then we started to hear muffled screams and cries coming from the field behind the house. This freaked us out at first but after a while we got used to it.

We owned a local antique store in the town not too far away (20km), which deals in old furniture and jewellery. But 1 month we got a bunch of aboriginal antiques given to us with spear heads made of stone, necklaces and a small wooden item (about 3 months ago).

My mum thought the necklace looked interesting and decided to keep it, but after she bought it home we have been hearing things we would rather have not. It started with angry voices in the vents, items being moved and has recently evolved into banging on the walls and 1 time what sounded like rain on the roof (the roof is made of tin) when it wasn't raining, and this morning my mum ran into the house after seeing large black men standing on the field behind the house.

Please help us we have taken the necklace and buried it in the field to try to please them and nothing has happened (we buried it 3 weeks ago) and they are still doing what they were doing before. Please help us-what should we do?

(My mum said the men seemed to be naked with only a dark piece of cloth or animal skin covering then up).

G'day I am an eighteen year old male and I live on the gold coast, Australia. This is something that happened only recently in my current house. My parents and sister were out on the sofa playing Uno while I was watching TV in my room when I herd a massive thud on my bedroom window, now at the time my curtains were shut and it took a little courage to get up and move them to see what was outside. Being a little freaked out I ended up sleeping on the couch where it was a little less spooky at the time. I told my parents but they swore they didn't hear a thing.

Two nights later, from memory it was a Friday around 530, my parents where out at a BBQ and my sister was at her friends place across the road for a sleepover while I was up listening to music and working on assignments when suddenly I turned my head to the side door which was only about three meters away from where I was sitting to see a tall dark faded like man mellow across the porch but before I could get a better look it was already gone. Three hours later that same night around 930ish I was having a read of a Simpsons comic in bed when in an instant my sock draw flew open onto the floor and made a mess of itself then two really fast knocks on my closest which really freaked me out at the time because I thought someone might of been in their ready to attack me so I ran out of my room into the kitchen, grabbed a knife from the drawer and slowly crept back into my bedroom and opened my closet door to find three of my shirts dangling like someone had just knocked them. That night I slept on the couch again getting no sleep. Nothing further happened that night though I was just really stressed and scared.

That morning I awoke to find a broken guitar string on my guitar, my pants draw half way opened and for some strange reason both my door knobs had been twisted of and were laid out nicely on the floor next to each other. I told mum and dad about my situation and they thought I was turning weird.

The next couple weeks before I would fall asleep I would hear my name being whispered like it was rotating around my head and it would get faster and faster then slowly fade away after a few minutes of confusion then I'd hear my guitar being strung and more knocks on the window except this time they would be more violent, but for some reason the bangs on the closet stopped.

I had a mate stay over a few months after the knocks stopped, we set up a blow up mattress on the floor for him and were just planning before we went to sleep about what we were doing to do the following day when all of a sudden the guitar starting stringing itself and my stuffed animals on top of my wardrobe all collapsed of and onto the floor, then knocks on the door and half the carpet blew up, which was extremely frightening considering their was no fan on or breeze in the house. Me and my mate ended up getting picked up by his mum late that night as we were both extremely scared. I told mum the next day and it seemed like she was slowly starting to believe me, she slept in my room that night and I slept on the couch, she awoke to say she found nothing out of the ordinary, so I got up that night around 730 to find an aggressive pull on my right toe, I jumped out of bed scared out of my brains then my guitar was being plucked again and this time my underwear draw flew open, landing perfectly not making a mess.

These things are still happening to me on and off and only seem to be getting worse.

I want to no why these spirits I'm dealing with are being so aggressive and why won't they go away.

I'm new to this site and I have read a lot of stories that give me chills up my spine and there are so many experiences with the other side that I am so relieved that I am not the only one experiencing paranormal things!

I have always been able to sense presences around me especially in my mother's house (note I no longer live there but visit all the time). I was 7 months old when my mum bought the house and I lived there until the age of 19.

Back before the hale storm we had a sunny room. Now to get to the sunny room you would have to come through the front door of the house and as you entered you had my mums bedroom on the right hand side and my sisters bedroom directly across (note these rooms and where the dining/lounge room are still there) then if you continued walking you would have the lounge room on your left and the dining/TV room on your right. You would then continue across under the arc to the kitchen (again note the kitchen and onwards no longer exist after the massive hale storm that was all torn down and renovated) then you would walk down two stairs and there was a small hallway that had the laundry on the right side and my brothers sunny room on the left.

To my understanding my mother told me that a man named Fred used to live in the house prior to my parents and was always grumpy, he had bars on the window and pretty much would never leave the house but he had died from a heart attack just before my parents moved in.

Anyway it could be 40 degrees plus outside and when you would enter this room it would feel as if it was minus 20 degrees and I always felt as if someone was standing there watching me wanting to tell me to get out. I would find myself frozen on the spot expecting to hear a deep voice yell out "get out of this room". Strange things would happen quite often. If I went in there to watch a movie and I would have the remote next to me I would find it a few minutes later on top of the TV. Things would move or be thrown randomly and you could always hear someone walking swiftly towards you almost running. This happened for quite some time up until my mum renovated the house. I can say pretty much everyone in my family has had a scary experience and still does even in the new part of the house as well as me!

My mother had once told me that when I was still a young child she would take me to the bathroom at night when I had to go and one night she saw a huge bolt of light flash by her and being so frightened she carried me and ran back to my dad and started praying. My mum is a religious person and we have a lot of holy pictures in the house so for someone who doesn't think about these kinds of things or does not get scared of much and have something like this happen to her was a scary experience.

Since the house was renovated we now have an even bigger hall from where the old kitchen used to be and whenever I would sense and still sense a presence (not always good) there is always arguing going on and I always see a dark figure walk down the hallway after we stop fighting. Almost as if this entity or whatever it is wants us to fight and leaves when we stop

I now live in another house with my husband and we have been arguing quite a bit lately and I feel that there is something there next to me. I feel so different (a changed person almost) when this presence is around and I start fighting with my husband. My husband has told me on a few occasions he feels as if I am someone else or as if someone has taken over me - which is very scary! So I would very much like to get a priest but if there are any other ways to get rid of this thing your suggestions are much appreciated

There are a lot more experiences that I have had so when I get the chance I will post them...

From a very young age up to now, if I was home alone, I felt a very depressive and hateful presence in my room and it follows me around the house sometimes. My 14 year old sister won't even go into my room alone. One of my friends came over to my house to watch scary movies one night as it was samhain, but seeing as it's not a holiday in Australia, we just celebrated with some horror and thriller flicks. For the entire night, we don't know why, but we felt like someone was standing at my bedroom doorway and just looking at us. And we felt it moved in the lounge room where we were and we could follow the presence around with our eyes but yet we couldn't see it.

It wasn't just any ordinary presence, it had a very ominous feeling with it (where you feel like there is pressure on your chest). I had one encounter when I was 5 years old where this very deep male voice said to me at precisely 3am "I'm coming to get you" and naturally I was scared out of my wits!

I'm not sure but I think this may be the same presence that has followed me around for years. It hangs around just near my wardrobe and moves around at stands near the end of my bed and up near my head during the night. I am quite unsure as what to do, I do not communicate with this presence as I am not sure as what it may be capable to do.

Any suggestions?

I've just read the story "Incubus/Succubus" by WTVick and felt compelled to share my story, as there are so many similarities with my own experience. I've never "blogged", posted online or shared in any online discussion before, so please excuse any lack of web etiquette on my behalf.

I am a single man living in a small cabin/cottage in the hills east of Perth in Western Australia which by some people's standards would be remote. I have been generally very happy during the 6 years I have lived here. It's close to nature, I'm surrounded by wildlife and overall it's a very peaceful place to live away from the city.

In the last few months I have been experiencing some strange occurrences at night. I'm at a loss to really explain or understand it. I tend to go to bed reasonably early, usually 9.30-10.00 and have no trouble getting off to sleep. In the early hours I'm awoken by what I can only describe as a "bleep" a kind of hi tech noise - a high note then a low note, I would liken it to the sound that a scanner makes or sometimes it can be one bleep or a few but always together. It isn't a dream, I hear the noise as clear as day. The first time I heard it, it alarmed me as I didn't have the faintest idea what it could be. I do not have any electrical devices in my room at all.

Several months have now passed since I've heard the "bleep". However, the bleep has been replaced by something even weirder - after reading in bed for a short time and putting out the lights I have experienced a tingling electrical sensation that starts from my feet and creeps all over my body.

It's a sort of buzzy electrically charged feeling but not at all unpleasant. It lasts for perhaps 5 seconds then goes but comes back a couple of minutes later. The first time I felt it my heart was beating so fast I could hear it, I kept so still and must have felt this "presence" maybe 6 times or so. The thing is I quite enjoyed it, and wanted it to come again as the sensation was like nothing I've felt before. Eventually it subsided and I drifted off to sleep.

I have always tried to keep an open mind on paranormal matters and life after death etc. I contacted a psychic/medium here in Perth for some advice and was advised to "clear my house" by putting rock salt in the corners of the rooms and to burn incense while asking any negative energies present to leave. A trusted friend whom I confided in also lent me a bible which I left on my bedside table after conducting the clearing ceremony (I've never held any religious beliefs or adhere to any particular faith). For the next couple of weeks all returned to normal, I was able to sleep better and experienced no night visits at all. Thinking that everything was "back to normal" I chucked out the salt and moved the bible back to a bookshelf in another part of the house. Within a couple of nights my visitors (s) were back again. It gets weirder.

Now there was another aspect to the visits; I began to hear mumbled voices in the room just before the "tingling" sensation commenced. There was more than one voice - sounding like a man and a woman but I can never make out what they're saying, it remains just audible enough to know it's there. There was one occasion when I heard a kind of whisper or blowing very close to my ear which convinced me that whatever I had been experiencing up to that time was certainly not my imagination - it was that real and very audible.

As soon as I hear the voices I know that the tingling electrical sensations will start. Sometimes it's just like a shiver and at other times it is intense, as if my whole body is alive with electricity and every hair is standing on end. At times there has been a sexual dimension to it as the sensation can be most intense over my groin and I've let out an involuntary groan because the feeling has been so enjoyable.

At no time during these visits have I felt threatened, the presence does not seem to be malevolent in any way. I'm now so used to the visits that I have tried to communicate with him/her/it. At first it felt a little weird to say the least speaking out loud to thin air, and if there had been anyone listening outside my bedroom window they would have surely deduced that I'd gone off my rocker.

Because the visits were keeping me up at night and I was losing sleep leaving me feeling drained at work during the day I asked the 'visitors' not to wake me in the early hours as they were disturbing my sleep. I said to them out loud if they were going to continue to visit me, that they should come early and not in the middle of the night. Guess what? After turning out the lights after reading, either a tap on the window or a scratch on the door will indicate that a visit is imminent.

The above account was written a few weeks ago, before I'd read WTVicks story and "cleared" the house again using sage, dragons blood resin and placing rock salt in containers in my bedroom. It's been a few days since I burnt the sage, and generally I've been sleeping better and have been undisturbed. Last night, in bed I read for a while and heard some noises around the house, I knew that my visitor (s) were around again. Sure enough, on putting out the light, I heard a familiar sound that resembled a whisper close to my ear then the familiar rush of electrical energy passed over me and I felt a warmth glow right over my groin. It felt more intense than previous visits and I felt aroused.

I'm now at a stage where I'm not sure what to do next. I know that this is real, that's been confirmed to me by the restful period I've been having after clearing my house and sleeping much better and now, the sudden reappearance of the ghost/spirit/entity last night. I know where you're at WTVick, what to do?

I am new to this site and new to weird experiences. I live in Sydney NSW in a reasonably modern apartment, which I have been renting with my partner for about 6 months now. I think it is also important to note that may partner has not witnessed anything out of the ordinary, in fact she is quite the skeptic and thinks that I am border line crazy for the little I have told her.

I guess you could say that I noticed things about 2 months ago, lying in bed about 11pm, I heard the tap in the bathroom begin to drip, after a few moments of debating whether or not I could tolerate the noise I decided to get up and solve the problem. When I entered the bathroom I was quite shocked to discover that the tap was not dripping, it was net even wet, I checked the shower and the laundry...nothing. Telling myself that fatigue had played a cruel trick I crept back into bed, curled up to my partner and fell slowly off to sleep.

I did not think much more on this until a few days later when I was sitting on my balcony. As I was home alone I was taking some me time by sitting in the sun with a cigarette and a cup of tea. As I was just getting relaxed I saw out of the corner of my eye someone moving in the lounge room, freaking out that it was my partner (I am supposed to have given up smoking) I quickly put out/ flicked cigarette and ducked inside to see why my partner was home early.

The first thing I noticed was that my lounge room was quite cold. I called out to my partner, but there was no answer, I sensed very strongly that I was not alone in apartment but it became clear very quickly that I was still alone; at this point I started to freak out just a bit. When I told my partner upon her return, she just laughed it off, said that I was over worked (one of her common complaints) and I need to take a break.

The following night as I was brushing my teeth before bed I could swear that I started to hear some kind of guttural growl coming from I don't know where. I quickly ran into the bedroom to ask my partner if she could hear it, she said that she couldn't, gave me a weird look and then went back to reading her book. Annoyed I tried to source out the noise but to no avail, within about 5 minutes it became quite faint then disappeared all together.

These are just the start of my experiences in this place, I have no idea what is going and like I said my partner thinks I am going nuts. If interested I will write further experiences so maybe I can get some help on what is going on.

Thanks for reading.

Over the last few months, strange things have been happening here. The first sign of something out of the ordinary was when I woke up one morning to find my bedroom door locked from the outside, with the inside being unlocked. When I go to bed, it's the other way around, as logically, I can't lock the door on the outside, while I'm standing inside.

I got home from work one night, the next week, to discover this time that the door was locked inside, and unlocked outside, completely opposite of how I'd left it. And now this. As I type this, my dog is going berserk, barking, scratching and sniffing at my bedroom door, where 2 hours ago, an unseen something slammed the door hard against my hand as I reached in to turn the light off.

I've only been living in this house for a little under 2 years, and my current room for just over 2 months. My sister lived in there the whole time before I moved my stuff in, and she says she never experienced anything unusual.

Am I being targeted?

I'm new to this so please bare with me. I've been reading these stories for a good year now and decided to create my own account. I've always been intrigued by all the stories posted. I've never really had the chance to share this with most people and some people look at me as if I have two heads.

The other night I was in the kitchen getting a drink and the stair case light was on, no one was home but my mum but she was in bed which is on the other side of the house (nowhere near the staircase) and I swear that I saw someone standing on the staircase, so certain that I turned and looked as if I actually expected someone to be there even though I knew no one was home. Also, my dad sometimes in the middle of the night finds it hard to breathe because he feels as though someone is pushing down on his chest, I have a number of times heard him in this struggle.

I remember one time I had woken up and heard my brother racing around upstairs in a rush trying to get ready and I don't always like to see my brother so I avoided going upstairs to say hello, after a while my mother had come home and I said to her 'I suppose I better go say hi to Luke then' and she said 'What?', and I replied with 'Gonna go upstairs to say hi to Luke', to my surprise no one had been home all day so whatever I had heard was no my brother.

Late at night, maybe late last year I was in the kitchen, the kitchen is near my bathroom and ever since this experience I close the to door to the bathroom, always. It was around 200am when I heard what sounded like someone drumming their finger nails on the wall from inside the bathroom. I went to go have a look and just as I got up to look the noise had stopped. I went back to sit where I was sitting and it began again. I was scared of course, so I ran to my room leaving all the lights on. I actually apologised to mum for leaving all the lights on because I was scared but she said I hadn't even though I know I did.

My sister was in the kitchen with her boyfriend, there are two ways of leaving the kitchen, her boyfriend left one way and my sister the other, yet they still cross paths and meet half way. My sister turned the lights off and it was really dark, when she met up with her boyfriend in the hall she was aware of some boxes that were in her path so she held her hand out to her boyfriend to grab as she could see his figure standing right in front of her, yet he didn't put his hand out to her in time and she knocked her feet on the boxes, her boyfriend asked 'What was that?', but he had asked her all the way from her room which was nowhere near where she was, so obviously what she had seen was not her boyfriend at all, of course shocked she ran to her room. I'm not so sure if her boyfriend believed her, that part of the story I am unaware of.

Also, I always feel as if I'm being watched, like someone is behind me. Its strange and sometimes makes me feel a bit uneasy. I don't know what to think of it.

Help?

Thanks for reading.

Firstly this happened tonight at work so everything is still fresh in my mind. It happened about 1 hour ago. We where closing the store at the time. (I work at KFC). It was then that I had started experiencing things I believe that weren't just accidents. My work mate thinks maybe I have annoyed a spirit in some way but I do not know if that is the case and I need help with if it was just unlucky or supernatural.

Firstly I had burnt my hand. I thought it a plain accident. This happened when I was cleaning the henny penny. Then I cut my hand, but not enough to make me bleed. I cut it on a blunt edged chip holder. Again, I thought nothing of it. Not soon afterwards I saw a figure behind me when I looked out a window. Turning around I saw nothing. 10 minutes later I slipped on some water and nearly cracked my head on the bench behind me. Thinking firstly of an accident I remembered the figure I had seen and become more cautious. I should mention after slipping over I saw the figure but it was closer in the window then the last one.

I began working on the floors which included straight hot water with soap thrown across the floor. The second time throwing the water it splashed straight on my feet and soaked straight through to my toes where small blisters have started appearing. It was about a minute later water flew at my face from the bucket a bit getting in my eyes with soap so for the rest of the evening I had a bit of a red eye.

The last near accident that happened was something that had fallen. I don't know what it was I believe it had something to the venting system above our cookers, but an inch closer and it would have caused me serious head injuries. Getting really concerned I asked my boss if it was alright to stay inside closer to people than outside in the dark where no one could see me (this is due to not having a light at the back of our store).

When I went outside I felt a strong urge to stay inside with the lights on. It was like something or someone was watching us. My friend and manager both said that the back felt different than what it usually felt like. Talking to a friend about it she said she understood what I was freaking out about it.

Please anyone HELP! I'm freaking out here. I have seen paranormal before but this is... I can't describe it. Any explanation will do. Maybe I can force myself to think of them as acts of randomness.

I would also like to mention that every incident after seeing the shadow figure the first time it would reappear after another accident happened.

I live in the rural town of Port Hedland, Western Australia, and this is what happened on my walk. It was two Saturdays ago, on the 12th of August. I was walking alone at about 5:30 in the afternoon. I would normally have been walking my dog Charlie at this time, but she'd had an eye infection that kept her from sleeping and didn't seem up to the exercise.

Port Hedland is a coastal town near the northern end of Australia, and is prone to heavy rain from cyclones. The annual torrents require an extensive system of ditches running through the town to drain water off the roads. There also tends to be a lot of empty land between blocks of houses, massively overgrown with weeds that are only occasionally burned or trimmed away by the council.

I was walking along a narrow concrete bridge when I heard heavy breathing from the ditch below me. First I thought it was a drunk. Then I remembered the time I was jogging through a park (with my dog this time) and realized that I was running straight towards a large feral-looking mongrel dog, who was poking out of the yellow scrub and baring more and more teeth as I approached. We forget how close we are to nature.

I hurried along the bridge and looked under it after retreating to a respectful distance. There was nothing there. More relaxed and curious now, I walked back onto the bridge to ponder the origin of the sound. It promptly resumed. This time I boldly leaned over the railing and looked right under the bridge. Again I saw nothing more suspicious than empty faded beer cans. I straightened up, and stinking hot breath blew in my ear.

It was fear that I felt. Pure fear. Using some fancier word could only cheapen the experience. I fell back, facing the source of the breath. There was nothing I could see, but the heavy panting continued, and I was well familiar with that rotten-flesh smell unique to the breath of a dog on a bloody diet.

Before I'd even realized I should be getting up there was sudden invisible pressure on my chest. I expected paws, but did not quite feel them. Even now I can't quite discern the shape of the force that held me, whether I was restrained by paws, claws, hands or a flat slate.

Vicious howling erupted in front of me. Thoughts of the dog filled my mind, until I couldn't even see where I really was. That killer mongrel peeking his nose out of the bush, coolly deciding how close he would allow me to come before he lunged. Unable to think straight, I imagined that this was what was supposed to have happened, that I had fluked my way out of some cosmic debt and now the collector was knocking. Then it was gone. I didn't move for some time.

I wanted to go back there. It took me four days to get the nerve to actually do it, but I knew I wanted to go back. I thought about it for a while and decided everything needed to be the same. I arrived at the bridge at 5:30 the next Wednesday, walked to the centre, and waited. After minutes of nothing I realized what had drawn the thing to me. I began to picture the dog once more, remembered the lip pulling back and the stained points behind. As nothing continued to happen I realized what was different from the first time. The memory no longer scared me.

I've thought about this, and realized a few things. The first time I crossed the bridge something - not a ghost in usual terms, I have no reason to believe it was ever human - created the breathing sound that I was free to ignore or interpret however I wished. It was only after I returned that the breath resembled a dog's. I think the thing offered me a chance to show it what I feared, and I did. I can think of two reasons why it acted as it did. Perhaps it wanted to help me exorcise my demons, so to speak, or in some way it wanted my fear for its own reasons.

We forget how close we are to nature, but maybe some pat of nature needs us a little closer.

About 3 or 4 years ago my aunty bought a house (which was pretty old) and moved into it with her husband and 2 children, after about a year I moved up north and when I went back for a holiday something strange happened in the house and I wasn't the only one who has experienced something like this in her house.

Okay, so I was feeling pretty tired so after helping my aunty tidy up the house I put my Ipod in my ears and laid down on the couch, I was looking in the reflection of the television when I saw a tall man stand behind the couch and look down at me, thinking it was my uncle I turned and looked up to see that there was no one standing there and that my uncle was at the shops getting stuff for dinner,

I felt a bit creeped out but then thought it must have been my imagination, until my other cousin who had been living in the house with my aunty until she could find a house of her own told me a story after I had told her what happened to me.

It was night time and my aunty and uncle and 2 cousins had gone out for dinner with their family. My cousin who was temporarily staying with them was left alone. (shes 25). She had gone to the toilet and because no one was home she left the door open, while she was sitting there she saw a shadow of a young girl walk past, my cousin finished and then went out and turned all the lights on in the house and sat there scared out of her wits.

I had recently been back and nothing out of the ordinary happened but I still get an eerie feeling someone's watching me.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it... If you have any questions or would just like to say anything leave a comment.

I also have a few other ghost stories that I will probably publish in the next few weeks.

My sisters (lets call her Jodi) boyfriends (Brendan) dad (peter) died a few years back and the whole family was shocked. There have been many occasions (in which I will share later) when Peter's ghost has returned to pay a visit.

One night Jodi, Brendan and Brendan's mum (lee) were in the kitchen Jodi and Brendan were talking about something Lee was doing the dishes in the sink. Brendan said something and Lee looked up expressionless as if someone or something were taking over her.

She took her hands out of the water and said to Brendan "you looked like your dad when you said that." She put her hands back in the water and yelped with pain. Her ring finger was bleeding.

Once her finger had been cleaned up Jodi, my sister, who is also very spiritual like me said "what happened Lee?" Lee got very shy and said it was silly but Jodi pushed on "Tell me" Lee said that it had felt like someone bit her and she knew straight away it was Peter.

Lee was upset because she didn't know what she had done wrong that made Peter hurt her. Later on Jodi walked past Lee's room and heard lee talking to someone Lee said "I know your here Peter, But this isn't fair? Why are you hurting us Peter?" Jodi didn't know what Lee meant by 'us' so she asked Brendan. And he said that Peter had hurt all of the family including Brendan and his 2 brothers, Trent and Tyson.

Still to this day no one has figured out why Peter did this or got angry at Lee. If you have any question or comments by all means please do.

Thanks for reading

P.S I am opening a new account so look out for my stories I will give you some more info soon.

All the experiences that I have had, the recent ones, have all happened while I have been in my room.

This experience only happened around ten minutes ago. I'm sitting at my computer desk, doing an assignment for history, at school. I had my music on, but only very softly, so it didn't distract me from what I was doing, as I do get easily distracted.

All of a sudden, I heard a shy girl's voice say "Hello". It was as if she was saying hello, to ask if anyone was there, because there was a question to the tone of her voice.

It sounded as though the voice was coming from behind me, but at the same time, it sounded as if it was right next to my ear.

I looked around, because at first I thought it came from outside my window, but I realized that my window isn't open enough for me to be able to hear someone speak from outside.

I always feel a presence in my room, not anywhere else in the house though. And as I have stated in another story of mine, Hand on My Waist, a psychic told me that a good friend of mine, Daniel, who passed away when I was in year 5 is always around me.

Although this voice that I heard though was a distinct voice of a girl, so it obviously couldn't have been him.

All I know is that it sure did scare the hell out of me!

Was I hearing things or was this something paranormal?

What do you guys think?

This happened about 2 years ago when I was still in year seven, me and my little sister share a room together and this occurred on a saturday night I think, I'm not sure but I do remember the experience quite well, just not the pacific time or day.

I had just finished doing an assignment for school and then watched a bit of a movie, I had gone into our bedroom and turned off the TV, I didn't look at the TV once, though I had left the light on because my little sister was afraid of the dark. I had slipped into my bed and I went to sleep, I woke up in the middle of the night and my eyes were a bit blurred, I turned over and looked around (like I normally do), I saw this black tall figure in the TV standing over my sister's bed, it was hard to tell but it was either my bed or hers because of the TV, I freaked and my eyesight went normal and it was still there! I quickly rushed up and turned on the TV and I felt a bit more relaxed but felt a presence, I didn't get much sleep that night.

It happened again later that week, I had just finished having a shower and I walked into my room, and well I felt that unpleasant presence again, like how you're being watched, I looked up at the TV, and then that figure was right there behind me, I freaked and turned around, nothing was there and I turned to look at the TV, the figure wasn't there anymore. I didn't start believing in ghosts until then, that figure hasn't shown up since that week because I always wear my buddha my mother gave to me, I feel safe with it on, but when I'm home alone I still feel like something is watching me...

I had another experience last week, it freaked me out, I went to put my cat outside and then I looked over at the fence and there was this figure of a head looking at me and it was kind of a blurry white I ran back inside, I'm sure it wasn't my neighbour they were all inside their house.

Do you think I was just being delusional? I have no idea who or what that figure is but I know it was real. Do any of you know what it might be at all? I'm guessing it's just another ghost but it was black figure and a figure can be anything.

My tale takes place a few weeks back while camping in the bush. This was my first break in several months from work as I'm now a roadie for international bands (like Pink, Nickleback etc). I decided to go camping with two old mates up in the bush for a few days, far away from the world as possible. I'm an experienced bushman and camped in the bush many a-times over the years. We heard about a place, way out at the back of a small town named Kyogle (Northern NSW), at the back of Mt Lindsay. The locals call it Yowie Country. A Yowie is an Australian equivalent of Bigfoot, an Aboriginal Mystic Creature like the Bunyip. So just before the entrance to Kyogle is the Gateway to the National Park. After a few hours of driving, we finally found the old road that led to our purposed camping site. It was located on an old disused logging trail, not many people, in fact NO ONE, goes anywhere near here which made it better for us.

We left the truck five miles from where we were camped and made our way up through the dense forest along the barely recognizable track, avoiding snakes and jumping ants (yes, we got ants that jump and attach themselves to your privates and sting the bloody hell out of yah) before we found our site. It took about twenty minutes to set up the site, tarpaulin over the branches to prevent rain from wetting us (but we're in a drought but old habits are hard to break), a pit to bury our beer in it to keep it cool (see? We're bushies) and also food buried in it as well, and a decent fire pit. Gathered wood and twigs, we were ready for a good night of playing cards and drinking beer and talking about the best roots we had, y'know the usual BS.

The night was clear as I remember and hot. No moon but the stars were like little eyes peering down at us (maybe they were). I had to go to water the old lizard and stumbled off with the torch into the bush hearing the lads cat calling out saying: Beware of the boogieman. I was more concerned about the bloody Deaf Adders and Brown Snakes, never mind the bloody Boogieman. As I was doing my business and gazing at the stars, a strange and horrible smell like something rotten overwhelmed me. Like as if someone let off a fart that stunk so bad that it really made my eyes burn and water. I stumbled back, gagging but as I was stumbling back to the campsite, I thought I heard a deep growl, like when your stomach rumbles when you had nothing to eat but louder. The hairs on the back of my neck rose as I quickly hurried back to the site. I told the other two but they said that it might have been some animal so we went back to our card playing.

It was 11. 45 by now and I was dead beat. I had my sleeping bag already unrolled and crawled off after saying night to the other two and slid into the bag. It wasn't long before I passed out. I don't know how long I was asleep but the three of us were suddenly woken up by the strangest, spookiest, loudest, piercing scream that I've ever heard. IT WAS NOT HUMAN. It was INHUMAN. We sat up and looked at each other when we heard loud crashing coming towards our campsite, like a bulldozer ramping through the bush. Whatever the hell it was, it was BIG. Then I saw it. Something massive, well built coming crashing through the forest. I couldn't make out the details but it looked strangely like a human or, even better, a Gorilla, the smell will haunt me to the end of my days. It was that rotting stench like a corpse. This thing stood over seven feet as it came tearing through the campsite then vanished into the night. We all jumped up, gibbering like madmen about what we just witnessed. Was it just some hippie that just smoked some potent weed? No, can't have been, too tall and well built to be hippie. But it smelt like one though.

I tell you this; none of us slept that night. I had the hatchet ready, while one of my mates had a huge branch, the other I don't know what he had but we waited until dawn popped its' head over the ridge before we left.

What we saw in the daylight frightened the Christ out of us. The small saplings were all bent back and snapped, some of our gear was trampled beyond repair but we were shaken (and stirred) by our experience that we drove into town. We didn't tell the locals about what we saw or heard in case they thought we were nuts. I did find out though that a few weeks after we saw that someone else had the same experience a few miles from where we were.

I don't know what we saw but I'm put off from camping up there. Maybe the local Blacks are right when they saw that Yowies exist in that region. Thanks for reading this.

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?

The following sequences of events are non-fictitious and have happened to me. These experiences began when I was around 5 years old and have continued to this day. I have learnt to live with them. There was never a time in my early childhood when I did not experience something unexplainable, often with the only explanation plausible, being a supernatural one. I often awoke to strange sounds, like somebody was moving their hands on my bed spread, or playing with my bedside lamp or walking around in my room (sometimes for hours). I was always too afraid to get up and have a look. To switch a light on would require courage I did not possess at such a young age (and still do not to this day); it was much easier to bury my head under my covers.

In my early teens, my family moved from Italy to Australia. My personal experiences continued in the first house we lived in. When I was around 13, they seemed to intensify. I often would wake up in the early hours of the morning and feel something was in the room with me. Looking around the dark room, I would sometimes see a dark shape suddenly move. Sometimes towards me (prompting me to close my eyes and whimper) or sometimes it would sit on a chair in my room. I would spend those early hours awake and terrified, praying for daylight to save me.

One particular night, when these episodes were at their worst, I had gone to bed early that night leaving my bedside lamp on (which had become a nightly ritual.) I was shaken awake by a rumbling sound which seemed to stop as soon as I opened my eyes. My lamp was switched off. I tried to switch it back on but it would not turn on. I discovered a moment of bravery and had decided to leap for the main light switch as quickly as I could. Just as I was about to launch myself off the bed, I froze. A man was standing in my bedroom looking at me. He was older, perhaps in his 30's. He looked angry and agitated. I couldn't scream, instead I buried my head under my covers. I realised that the panic had made me freeze. My bed cover was removed slowly from under me just as I suddenly found the strength to call out softly. Each time my voice grew stronger and stronger until I was yelling loudly. The man in my room kept looking at me unconcerned. My light switch suddenly came on and my father and mother both stood in the doorway looking at me. Needless to say, the man was gone.

My father the next day tried to convince me it had been a dream. I tried to convince my father that in order for it to have been a dream, I would have needed to have been asleep which I certainly had not been.

These episodes still happen, though not as frequently. Perhaps around once every few months I will get a nightly visitor that scares me. If my partner is with me, I usually manage to elbow them as a signal to switch on the light!

I've been told that these visits are by entities or other worldly beings that have a message for me.

I maintain to this day that I am not in the slightest bit interested and will not be until after I've died. Yet still they come.

I'm 17 and I've never written anything before, so sorry if it isn't all that clear! It's all true and it kind of scares me! It started when I was 2 or 3, my parents, brother and I lived in this dodgy old house, I can't remember where, the people before us were into occult and stuff. Every night I would sit up and refuse to sleep in my room because I could see people in my room, I can't really remember, it's what my dad tells me, I used to pull my mattress out of my room and lay it out in front of my parents room, made perfectly. I can't even move one now let alone when I was 3. My dad would ask me in the mornings and I would say "the bad man keeps talking to me". Everything stopped for years until I was 13.

It was holidays and mum was home and I had just woken up, I was just laying there when I froze, I heard someone scream "oh god help me, please help" thinking it was my mum, I jumped out of bed and ran to my mum to ask if she was ok, all she said was "no, I'm fine, I didn't hear or say anything" so, a little freaked out, I went back to my room and back to bed, about half an hour later I heard "hey didn't you help me" and that's when the freaky stuff started happening.

One night, my friend was sleeping over and we were just sitting around laughing with the lights out when I saw something in the corner of my eye, I looked straight at it, it looked kind of like a shadow, but there was no light to cause one and it was darker than the room I was in, it was just moving across the wall, I instantly asked my friend if she could see it and she couldn't. It was heading to the hallway, when dad walked in to tell us to quiet down. He instantly noticed how cold it was and we were told to go to my bedroom.

About a month later, I woke up in the middle of the night to find a dark figure standing over me, my room was slightly lit because of my stereo and it was CLEARLY there, I screamed and hid under my blankets and didn't come out until morning, once again, nothing happened for a couple of months.

This time, when I woke up, the man was there again at the end of my bed, but there was a little girl in front of him, in a white victorian style dress, she looked really upset and I instantly knew she wasn't bad, but the dude behind her was. I went back to sleep hoping they would go away.

When dad and I moved in the house, the very first morning we moved in dad heard a "hello", not really thinking he said hello back. When dad came in to say goodbye (he was going to work), he asked me what I was doing out of bed so early and I didn't know what he was talking about. After he left I heard a "hi" in a guy's voice and I thought dad came back for something so I thought nothing of it. During the year we lived there, we saw a load of orbs and things moving, later we found out a family had died in a bus accident and they had lived in that house before us!

We've moved house again (yes we move a lot) and in the current house I'm at, it's the worst. Its an oldish country house, pretty crappy looking, but clearly has a history! We moved in about 3 months ago now and since the first night there, I have been seeing things. Almost every night, I see an old man walk across my room. He's there but he isn't?, sort of like see through. He has a big bushy beard and looks amish. He gives me a nasty look every time he comes past my bed. Lights that are off get turned on frequently, same with doors opening all the time.

It could be 10000 degrees outside but you will have to wear a jumper inside because its freezing, and it's not air conditioning because we don't even have a working heater right now. And things are always moving around the house, I'll put my guitar in the lounge room and it will be in the kitchen in the morning and I know it's not my dad because guitars are like gold to him and I have also seen the little girl again a few times and I'm not sure why she is following me.

Dad doesn't see anything really, but I do all the time, my nana was the same, she still sees things to this day, I'm not sure what to do, how to get rid of them or how to help them, I'm starting to get sick of being scared half to death every night!

HELP!

Now you guys have me worried! I don't think of myself having psychic abilities but on a few occasions my dreams have come true and for the last few months since moving back into the house where I grew up (my friends have always told me that there was another presence here which I already kind of knew myself), I was never worried about them (spirits) but I've been having these dreams, now these dreams are so real where I could smell, taste, feel EVERYTHING! This was the first one I had bout 6 months ago!

I went to bed as usual and thought I was having difficulty falling asleep so got up to check on my baby, everything was fine so I went outside to have a smoke and I couldn't open the door it was jammed or something, I couldn't even use the key to open it, as I turned around there was a woman standing behind me and her face was messed up really bad almost like she had been beaten to death and she put her hands around my throat, I was trying to fight back, but I couldn't breath and felt like I was going to faint, then I heard a big bang come from my baby's room and she was gone, as I walked into the room it smelt like an electrical fire but there was no smoke, as I went to pick up my baby, the room was flooding with water and there was all electrical cords and all I could think of was that my baby was going to get electrocuted. I screamed for help and my brother came but wouldn't believe me about the woman and that she was trying to kill me and my baby and then she got a hold of him and was trying to kill him so I ran outside for help, but no one would believe me. Finally this big biker looking guy drove past in a f250, at first I thought he wasn't going to stop and then he came to help me, but as we walked inside, I woke up.

I was dripping wet and really scared and couldn't go back to sleep, my brother also woke up and was wondering what I was doing because he heard a lot of noises coming from my room. He went back to bed and I left the hall way light on and closed my door. About 10min after, I heard footsteps and thought my brother woke up again (we have wooden floors so you can hear where people are walking) and it sounded like he went to the kitchen then walked outside my bedroom door and just stood there. I though it was him checking on me but I never heard him walk away and he never answered me when I called his name.

So the next morning I asked him what he was doing last night and why he got out of bed again. But he told me he didn't and he basically fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow... So what the heck was walking around my house?

Just a little extra info, when I was pregnant with my first son, I kept having these dreams of a little girl playing with my partner, so I just assumed that I was going to have a girl and got all excited. We were living up north at the time but when we came back to perth, this woman, who my partner had a fling with (before we got together), was claiming that my partner was the father of her child, I never got the chance to meet her at the time.

But one day, when we were shopping, I saw the little girl from my dreams, and just as I said to my partner "hey that looks exactly like the girl from my dreams" at the same time, he said "that's the little girl who is meant to be my daughter" I couldn't believe it! But then it made sense because I had a son but this dream of the little girl was sooooo real and it wasn't me that was having a little girl, it was my partner and that's why he was playing with her and I wasn't apart of the dream.

When I was about 4 years old, my nan was looking after me and her house was a really nice one, except for downstairs. Downstairs made you feel terrible, there was definitely something there. My mum, me and my aunt all felt a presence and felt as though we were being watched.

Being 4 years old I was very wary of going down there. So this day I was riding around upstairs on my little plastic bike and nan insisted on my staying away from the stairs. The stairs were extremely steep and my mind is a blank from the time where I was riding around until I somehow found myself facing the stairs. I remember looking down the stairs and thinking how did I get here?

Then I felt myself being pushed and there I was, hurtling down the stairs on this plastic bike. Based on the laws of physics, the bike should have tumbled over throwing me off it face first. Yet somehow I remained balanced though thinking back it seems impossible how I could have done so. Not only this, with the speed I was going down the stairs I should have been thrown straight through the glass window which was only about a meter from the bottom stair. As I reached the bottom I felt my bike and me stop dead as though someone had caught me.

So it seems as though someone made me go to the stairs, pushed me down where I could easily have been killed... but then I was also stabilized and saved from breaking my neck while hurtling down the stairs and then caught at the bottom and stopped from flying through a thick glass window. Perhaps there were two people there, one trying to hurt me, one trying to save me? I don't know, what do you reckon?

Also found out after nan had moved that 2 owners of the house had died.

Location: In Caboolture, QLD Australia.

I often walk around my local neighborhood late at night. I generally enjoy walking at night just because it's heaps cooler than during the day and also because there's no-one around I just feel like I can wander about and think. I normally go out for my late night walks at about 10pm to 12 midnight and sometimes I don't come home until 4 in the morning. This one night I had left earlier. I was angry or sad about something or other but I can't remember. It wasn't anything serious I am sure it was just something that had happened during the day.

In any case when I was walking I started getting a feeling like I wasn't safe. I was constantly looking over my shoulder and expecting to see something and I was walking fast and concentrating on my surroundings. As I said before I generally like to relax and enjoy myself so this was a bit of a let down. However I had about a year and a half ago previously had a run in with some wannabe gangsters in a park in Morayfield. I started thinking I was feeling like this because I could sense that someone was around or something. Eventually I just realized I was being paranoid and I tried to put it out of mind.

After this I realized that no matter what the rest of the night I would be thinking about it and I wouldn't be able to just relax and think about anything else so I headed home. By this time it was only about 10:30pm so it was still very early by my standard walks. I started walking home and I was very nearly home. I was on a long street. On the left was the small street that had my house nearly directly at the end of it. I turned left and started walking. When I was about 30 meters down this street I got the feeling that I wasn't safe again and I glanced back over my shoulder.

I saw a pitch black shadow fly across the street, going from the direction I had come from and continue down the street instead of turning left. Now this street isn't a dark street. It is well lit with many lights on the direction I came from. If I kept going toward down the street I would have been in a patch of shadow because straight ahead if I don't turn there is a run of about 50 meters without streetlights. This shadow moved from the light side of the street towards the dark unbelievably quick. It was about 3 feet high and it seemed like it was a few feet above the ground. It didn't really have a shape it was just a black shadow and as I said it moved fast as hell.

At first I was a little relieved because I knew it wasn't some gangster person waiting to beat the shiat out of me and then I started thinking that if it can move that fast I can't out run it. I started walking a lot quicker and made it home without incident. It wasn't a dark night, there wasn't any cloud cover and I was on a well lit street. I am normally a skeptic for these types of things and I never really believed we could see ghosts or spirits or anything but I must admit that I can't explain this and it freaked me out a bit. What I also find strange is that while I was scared I was also slightly calm, like I wasn't worrying.

I suppose that could have just been the craziness of the moment but in any case I'd love to hear from anyone who has ideas on what it could have been or if they've had anything similar.

Over the past few weeks I didn't have any paranormal or unexplainable events happen to me. I did go to the friends apartment again and yes I did see the blob, but nothing happened.

This account has nothing to do with that but a dream I had on Sunday. It was quite an unusual dream, the way it felt was as if I wasn't dreaming at all. I could feel and hear as if I was there. Sometimes the images would be distorted and the colour would be black & white, or faded colours trying to blend through. The way I was seeing my dream was as if I was looking through a telescope; through one eye.

I will be needing your advice on what happened... How can a dream hurt me in reality? I mean I've gone through every "explainable thing". Before someone claims that I knocked my jaw on the bedside table, I didn't because I don't have one.

Dream time:

The dream that I had was about a lady, she was wearing 19th century clothing. I'm not sure, but I know it wasn't from our time. She was distressed, 3 men was taking away her son and was pleading for them not to. The 3 men however did not seem to be bad at all, as if they were feeling pain too by doing the "evil deed".

The woman pleads to one of the men that was holding her, to give her child back and was crying as to why they were doing this to her.

Everything flashes and I see the woman sitting on the couch, curled up and crying in pain. She stands and talks to herself, telling herself that she has to find her son no matter what, even if she gets herself killed.

Everything flashes again and I see the woman burning, having her head up screaming in pain, everything stops as if time had seized and everything reverses to the day they took her son away. Some how everything changes, the woman directly looks at me and ask me to help her, even though I couldn't do anything I felt great fear when it happened. It was like I was a visitor and I could only watch but not act. After the woman asked for my help, one of the men who was holding her looked at me and punched me out, I woke up with my jaw hurting, and now it sort of clicks... Like if I place my teeth to be straight for a smile and then open it, it tends to click to the right (my right).

It was about 6:00am when I woke up, with my jaw hurting when I was trying to open it, obviously I wasn't thinking about the dream but my jaw, panicking that I was unable to open my mouth wide, when I was able to open it without it hurting I laid back down to hear a voice... "I'm so sorry"

I hid under my blanket.

P.S: my jaw still clicks, and I'm going to see a doctor about it, I'm so scared that I won't be able to open it because every morning after that incident, I would wake up with my jaw hurting, though not as bad as the first time it happened.

When I around six or seven years old, my mum and I moved out from a townhouse into a unit. I still live here with her today.

I'll explain how my unit block is set out, so you can get an idea of how I saw what I did. From the footpath, you have to walk down about twenty steps. There are paths and grass areas. The actual unit block itself is in the shape of a semi circle, three stories high with a pool and barbecue area in the middle.

Being a little girl, I used to play with my skipping rope, kick a ball around, swim in the pool, you know the usual things. I can still vividly remember what I would see.

Every time I looked at a corner, or a tree that had a big stump, anything really, even in my house, I would see a shadow in the shape of a man, dart behind/around the corner of whatever I glanced at. It was if he didn't want me to see him, or he was shy.

This continued on for a few years until I was around ten, and then I gradually stopped seeing him. I haven't seen any of these shadows since, only what I've posted in "Something In my Hallway." When I did see them, I never really thought anything of it, I just got used to it I guess.

What do you guys think this was?