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My grandad died when my nana was pregnant with my dad in late 1959. He was killed in a car accident when he was hit by a drunk driver, he was 44. As children, my older brother and I were always bought up talking about grandad so whenever he was bought up in conversation it wasn't weird. We would often take nana to the cemetery to put flowers on his grave and when my brother and I were little we used to climb all over his headstone and play around, mum was always horrified by our behavior but nana just used to laugh and say "oh don't worry, Bill would love it."

The first time I 'saw' grandad, or was aware that he was around was when I was a little girl, probably no more than 5 or 6. This was when we still lived in New Zealand, it got really cold in the winter so I would have to sleep in my brothers room during June, the coldest month because his room was warmer. He had two single beds in his room and the bed I slept in looked out onto the landing (upstairs the stairs led to the middle of the landing, on the left was my parent's room and on the right was my brother's) with my head nearest the door. I was scared of the dark so the hallway light downstairs was on and the door was ajar.

I woke up in the middle of the night and looked out the door onto the landing and the staircase. A white light figure of a man walked up the stairs and onto the landing between my brother's room and my parent's room. I don't know how I know but it was like this figure turned and looked into mum and dad's room, then looked into my brother's room then walked straight forward out of my vision and I assume out the side of the house or something. I wasn't scared I just rolled over and went to sleep like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Okay, fast forwarding to when I was 13 nearly 14, we moved to Australia. When we moved to our new home in Australia I was always a little scared as I was convinced that our home was haunted. Mum just used to laugh it off and when a friend of the family who was a medium came through the house mum told me that the medium said she didn't feel anything. For the next couple of years I kept telling my mum that something was up with the house I just didn't know what it was. One night I woke up in the middle of the night and could hear the kettle boiling in the kitchen. When I went into the kitchen I saw that the kettle had been switched on to boil and had been going so long the plastic bottom part that contains the element and the kettle had melted altogether. Mum just ignored it, even though it was a mystery as to who would be boiling the kettle in the middle of the night?

Things started to escalate when I was about 17/18. Mum let it slip to my uncle who was visiting from New Zealand that the medium who had been through the house said that it was my grandad who popped in and out of the house and that he was just checking up on us. Since then mum has admitted it and I have finally understood what was going on so it doesn't scare me anymore. Shortly after this grandad made his presence much more known, but only to me, perhaps because I was the most 'open'.

At first it was weird little things like the ceiling fan turning on or off or the TV turning off. Then it was more obvious things like on dad's birthday I had the day off university so I was making him a ridiculously complicated cheesecake for his birthday. I was standing on one side of the kitchen mixing it all together when the kettle on the other side of the kitchen started boiling behind me. I flicked it off and said something like "Hey grandad, I know your just checking in on dad for his birthday."

In my bedroom the ceiling fan and light is operated with a remote control and when you turn the light off and on it makes a 'CCHH' sound. About 8 months ago I was in a pretty nasty relationship and whenever this man would stay at my house the light would turn off but it wouldn't make a sound. Well not so much the light would turn off, you would just suddenly realise that it was dark, like it was a gradual thing. This happened quite a few times and I recognised it for what it was, I think it was grandad's way of letting me know that he was around and didn't like this man. I should have paid attention ha-ha. This used to happen after we broke up when I would be lying in bed feeling a bit down about everything and for about two months I constantly felt that grandad was around its hard to explain.

During this period of time, I was out with a girlfriend of mine just driving around talking about what had happened. I was pretty devastated. This friend of mine has well; I'm not sure some sort of abilities. She has prophetic dreams and she just knows things and sees spirits. She turned around out of nowhere looked at me in the passenger seat and said "Laura has your grandad been hanging around lately because there is just this incredible feeling of calm coming from all around you today." Maybe he was with me during this difficult time.

Eventually I felt better and noticed that grandad hadn't visited for a while I thought it was pretty strange and I was sitting in the lounge talking to mum about it (I finally made her accept it ha-ha). I was sitting on the couch so I could see the front door in my peripheral vision and dad was outside. As we were talking about it I heard footsteps coming across the wooden veranda and just assumed it was dad because it sounded like dads footsteps and I saw a shadow about dad's height poke his head around the door. I looked at the door expecting to see dad but there was nothing there. I asked mum if she saw or heard anything but she didn't. I went out onto the veranda and dad was at the far end of the yard cleaning the pool. Mum was a bit freaked out and wanted to know what was going so I just said "Oh it just grandad come for a visit I suppose." According to my family members dad is the spitting image of grandad, perhaps this would account for why I thought it was him.

Since then things have settled down a lot. I haven't seen him since except for twice. I started dating again and he was over at my house late one night watching a movie, we were joking around and laughing and the light switched off. I turned it back on and shrugged it off. I know it was grandad letting me know he was here to check out this new man. A couple of nights later the same thing happened again, since then he hasn't been back and that was about a month and a half ago.

I think the grandad I never met is like a guardian angel for my whole family who likes to come back and check up on the son he never got to meet. Perhaps he just communicates through me?

Sorry this was bit long!

This will be my last post on this site. I thought that I should add a few more things so as to validate my last post. There have been many more things happening since I first started feeling something was not right and now that my partner is a target, well that is the final straw, because the ghost or whatever the hell it is has decided to take things to a whole other level; I mean a real psychical one.

Both my partner and I are experiencing bad dreams and on a number of occasions one or both of us woke up with scratches on our bodies (stomach, arms, legs). Lamps, and basic shelf ornaments are constantly being knocked over and things are going missing only to turn up somewhere else later on.

Basically we have had enough; this whole situation has affected our moods (hence me being a bit scratchy in some of my feedback I guess) and lifestyle so much that others have commented on us being irritable and distracted, both at work and in other social situations.

As I said first up, the last straw was not so much the physical activity, more what I have seen to be the complete harassment of my partner in the last week. She has not slept, nor does feel safe anywhere. She claims that a dark figure is following her everywhere, that he can be spotted out of the corner of eye only to disappear when she turns to confront it. She has become silent, pale and considerably worn looking. So I have packed out stuff and we are going to move on, out of the city and into the Mountains, hopefully that will be far enough away.

Thanks for reading my stories.

I've lived in Tasmania all my life I am 22 years old. I moved to Richmond whilst I was pregnant nearly 3 years ago. The home we rented was beautiful sand stone home merely 5 minutes from the old grave yard and old geol. Richmond is known to be incredibly old and apparently 95 percent of places are haunted there including the pub.

On with my story I WAS a total non believer in the paranormal ect. The first few nights we stayed at our new home was fine a little eerie but nothing to serious, then after at least 3 weeks little thing I noticed kind of creeped me out, for example, I put the brush on my dresser near my bedroom door one day and went out for lunch with a friend, when I came back it was on the floor. I didn't take much notice thinking it might have just slipped off. My hair straightner would turn itself on (it melted my sink bench one time) I put it down to an electrical fault, bought a new one, same thing happened.

One day just after my daughter was born I was in her nursery when I could have sworn I heard footsteps like someone walking on wooden floorboards. I turned to see nothing that's when I realized we didn't have floor boards we had carpet so it was impossible to hear what I thought I did, the footsteps seemed to frequent more and more around me and my daughter and on a few occasions id shut my daughters window in her nursery to return a few hours later to find it ajar again. I know it was not my boyfriend as he works nights and what's even more unbelievable is when I shut the window I dead bolted it from the inside.

When my daughter got to 2 years old she started talking a lot to someone I couldn't see. When I asked her about it she would point to thin air asking me "why can't you see mum" looking at me strangely like I was a weirdo. My daughter is still too young to properly explain who she is talking too constantly it makes no sense to me. Her toys get moved from her room into my room but she is fast asleep and hasn't put them there. When I ask she blames her friend who she calls Beth (I'm assuming Elizabeth maybe) the reason I am sharing this is because recently there seems to be something else in our house.

My partner woke 4 weeks ago with a giant bruise on his back, it looked as if he had been hit with a stick or pole, it was not there when we went to sleep and he has no recollection of ever getting it. Things have been falling off my daughters dressers and smashing; nearly all her christening presents are broken or missing. She cannot reach them and the dresser is sturdy and level so how can this be. Also I was doing the dishes a few nights ago when I felt very uneasy and I could smell something foul like manure or something rotten hard to explain. I looked through my window and could see the reflection of a dark stocky looking man standing right behind me, thinking it was my man I turned to be overcome with a feeling of almost like dread, I couldn't move, but no one was there, when I finally snapped out of it I sat on the floor and cried until my man came home, I DO NOT believe this presence is my daughters friend. I didn't feel uneasy with her. But whatever this other presence is I want it out of my house and away from my family... Other things have happened since then but it's too long to write.

Help and advise would be much appreciated.

Thank you,

Natane