I’ve only been haunted once. But he never leaves me. He loves me.
I used to get visited at night by something when I was a child.
One of the most exciting moments of a young adults life is achieving home ownership. I was feeling very proud of myself having purchased a condo on my own. In 2015 I was a single woman that had just renovated a condo in Colorado. I decided to buy in order to escape the rental prices that were skyrocketing from Colorado's booming economy.
My husband and I have lived in this house for a few weeks now. John and I still have boxes littering each room with “Liz”, “John” and “Amy” scribbled haphazardly across them in varying degrees or dried sharpie. Extra boxes linger in corners labelled “Grandma: to keep” and “Grandma: for Mum” etcetera. The box before me is filled with her old books; she has everything from Reading Tealeaves to The Famous Five. I sort through them; The Woman in Black; a nondescript cracked spine; Wuthering Heights; a cookbook on artichoke (of all things)… As I flick through the seemingly random array of novels, cookbooks and strange leather-bound oddities, I can’t help but wonder whether she read them all. In a house in the middle of nowhere; I suppose she did like to read.
A chill runs through me even now as I'm writing this. A young disembodied woman, a ghost, found me in a dream and attempted to communicate with me. I'm convinced she was a spirit, and here's why.
This account is not your typical ghost story and involves a close relative who we will call Jeff (not his real name). Jeff relayed this story to me several days after it had occurred. The events in this account took place approximately 25 years ago when Jeff was in High school.
I attended the Australian National University (ANU) in the mid 1990's. This account is set then. I lived on campus at Burton and Garran Hall, a busy student residence filled with eager students broadening their academic horizons.
My wife and I bought a haunted house in Queanbeyan in approximately 2001. I won't give the exact address out of respect for the new owners but I will say the house is located in Binaburra Place. Our first inkling that something may have been wrong with the house (which we bought brand new) occurred soon after we moved in. There were all the usual foot steps and slamming doors heard when everyone was in bed and my children were sound asleep. After a while we just accepted the strange nocturnal sounds and stopped getting up to check on them.
If you are anything like me you will have a fascination with haunted objects. It is certainly not unknown for entities to attach themselves to objects of various kinds. In this post, I will be examining 5 well known cases of haunted objects.
"Jewels, it's time for school hunny" her mom said. Jewels woke up slowly, stretching every muscle in her body before she got up. "Mom, I'm up, what's for breakfast" Jewels said. She got a hair tie and pulled her long silky red hair up in a ponytail and walked out of her bedroom and started to slowly walk down the stairs, the smell of the pancakes and broths made her stomach growl in hunger. When she got downstairs she went straight towards the kitchen and every step she took closer to the kitchen, the stronger the pancakes and broths smell got.
Carole finished her essay and breathed out, puffing out her cheeks. She swigged the last of her cold coffee and rested her forehead on her hands, pulling her unwashed hair away from her face. She was utterly exhausted. But the essay was done, finally.
"Get this thing out of the house, now." Sam was clearly upset, and rightfully so. Our son just finished crying in the other room, screaming because of a nightmare. I grabbed the doll and I put it in the trunk of my car. "Three more days," I said to myself. "Three more days and you're gone."