This isn't one event, but a few different events all with the same (presumably) spirit/ghost/entity/whatever. This is my first story on this site, so excuse my poor writing skills. I am currently 17, living in Perth, Western Australia. The events in this post have occurred over the past few years since 2009. My close friend, K, has been "haunted" as long as she can remember. At the time in 2009, K lived the next suburb over from me, in a house with her mother, step-father and baby sister. The house was pretty old and creepy with dying grass out the front and back serving as the property's sole vegetation. At this time we went to the same high school.
She was home alone with her younger cousin (who was 13) one morning while her parents were out. Being typical young teenage girls they were dancing around the living room to Lady Gaga and taking videos and photos of themselves doing so. They used K's LG ' Web-slider' phone for the photo-taking (they were all the rage that year). That night K was looking through her phone and found that 3 of the photos had come up with a third "person" in them. The figure of a young girl, in what looks like an old styled white night gown had shown in the pictures, along with some form of "mist" in one photo. The girl was surprisingly clear, you can even make out her toes. The video of K dancing to "Poker Face" also showed up having what looked like a head sitting on a small table that had nothing on it when the film had been taken. The head was bouncing around wildly (then again, so was the camera-man - K's cousin).
K texted the photos and the video to me the next day at school and I've kept them ever since (actually the video was on my old phone, which is now my mums and I don't know if she's deleted it or not). She also told me she found a hand print on the glass door of the TV cabinet that was too big to be her baby sister's, but too small to belong to anyone else in the house. I'm going to send the photos in with this story and will block out K's face.
Now, I've shown the photos to enough skeptics in the time that I've had them to know that some of the responses I'm going to get will be "fake". I can't stop anyone from thinking they are a fake, hell, I would think they were fake if I didn't know K personally and hadn't had my own experiences with her "ghost". K didn't have a computer at the time, so she couldn't have used any Photoshop program to edit the pictures. Also the Web-slider is a pretty crappy phone and doesn't have that sort of program either. So I know that the photos are genuine and you can feel free to believe me or not, either way is OK.
I had never stayed the night at K's house before that, and didn't plan on it after, but fate had it some months later that our plans for the weekend relied on me sleeping at her place. It was CREEPY. To say the least. Floorboards creaked, doors slammed, footsteps ran up and down the hallway to K's bedroom door. I've always been one to be afraid of the dark, but K was casual as ever, telling me that it was like this every night and it didn't bother her. It was the first and last time I stayed there.
At the end of 2010 K and her mum had a fight, and K went to live with her grandparents in Dunsborough, a few hours south of Perth. I caught the bus down to visit her in mid-March 2011 for a week. Her grandparent's house has a long wooden veranda spanning the front length of the house, and K's room had a large window that faced the veranda. One night we went to an under-age disco/rave event and got home about 1am, where we put Happy Feet on the TV and K fell promptly asleep while I watched the movie. At about 2am I heard a knocking outside. I thought one of K's friends had come back from a party and was knocking on the front door, looking for her. I shook her awake to tell her but she waved me away and fell back into the pillow. The knocking continued, getting faster and faster until it sounded like a small child sprinting inhumanely fast up and down the front decking. I had sat up straight, frozen, staring at my feet, listening as the knocking started to intensify until it was coming from inside the walls, circling around the entire perimeter of the house. Then it stopped. The only sound now was the movie still playing on the telly, which I continued to watch seeing as though I wasn't getting to sleep any time soon. The entire episode had only lasted about 3 minutes. In the morning I told K about it and she told me it happened every few nights, and not to think too much about it.
The next time I caught the bus to Dunsborough to see K was September 2011, for her 16th birthday. We set up food and lights and music in the garage of her grandparent's house and all her friends from the town came around. It was about 1am when everyone left and K and I went to bed where we fell straight asleep almost instantly. A few hours later I woke up with an overwhelming sense of fear. My face was buried in the pillow and there was a voice in my head that told me DO NOT LOOK UP, WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT LOOK AROUND THE ROOM. Against the voice of better judgement, I turned my head to look to the corner of the room where I saw the figure of a girl standing with her body angled slightly away from me, facing K. The room was dark but the window allowed a streetlight to illuminate the outlines of the girls features. I didn't take much time to study her though as the feeling of sheer terror had yet to subside, and I dove back into the pillow and somehow fell back asleep.
Since then that is the last incident I had experienced, aside from one night K stayed at my house and I *thought* I saw a child run past my window, but I was lacking a lot of sleep and was probably imagining that. K has since moved back to Perth and lives with her boyfriend. I haven't asked her if she still experiences anything, though I will next time I see her.
I should also tell you K's mum told her that her family has a history of paranormal contact, and when she was a child she would often talk to someone when there was nobody in the room with her. She also once in 2009 -after taking the pictures- brought home a handmade Ouija board which her mum immediately disposed of. She never used the board.
Discussion is welcome, K has never inquired as to what the "girl" really is. We all think of her as a guardian, as she seems to watch over K. Any suggestions are welcome:)
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