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Rhianna, South Australia, 2002
When my mum, brother, and I first moved into our new house, I had a feeling
something wasn't right. I was 12 years old at the time.
Lying in my bed one night with my headphones on, I began feeling terribly
cold, which was odd considering it was in the middle of summer. My light was
turned off when all of a sudden it felt as if someone was sitting on the
edge of my bed. I was too frightened to look, so I continued to lay there
completely frozen.
Now, my mum has coffee cups on display hanging from hooks on our cupboard in
the kitchen. I remember my mum having a visitor over -- we were all sitting
at the kitchen table having a conversation when my mum was looking at the
cupboard with a weird expression on her face. Suddenly I looked to see all
five cups swinging rather slow but all in time together. There was no
explanation, considering the window wasn't open. As we continued to watch,
the cups swung faster with time -- so fast that we were waiting for some to
swing off. That continued for at least an hour.
Another thing that has happened is I would be laying in bed late at night
and would hear people talking in our kitchen. It has never been clear enough
for me to make out what they are saying, but I'll get out of bed thinking my
mum is awake only to walk out and find complete darkness. Shaken, I'll lay
back in bed and the mumbles will start again.
Now for the scariest part of all... late one night my brother and I were in
the lounge-room watching some movies. It was getting rather late so we
decided just to sleep in there for the night. He brought out the spare
mattress and it was right near the lounge, which I was sleeping on. Before
long, I fell asleep, only to be woken by someone tugging at my blanket.
Still half asleep, I didn't bother to look but asked my brother to stop
(thinking it was him playing a practical joke). The tugging of the blanket
got harder as I got more angry. Finally I looked down ready to snap at my
brother only to come face-to-face with an old man. But not just any man...
it almost looked as if he had a gray-type mist around him, and his eyes I'll
never forget were as wide as anything -- as if they were saying "help me." I
screamed my lungs out. My brother came rushing in and turned on the light. I
was unable to speak, frozen with fear.
