My family moved to Coburg, a suburb of Melbourne, when I was five years old.
My bedroom was a old dining room. My sisters shared one of the front rooms, my parents in the other front room.
The first night, I watched a lady with no feet, glide into my bedroom, slowly fade until it reached the cupboard and then disappear. I was frightened but after a minute of no sound coming out of my mouth, I finally got the courage to yell out to my patents.
My dad came in and I told him what I saw. He ressured me that there was no such thing as ghosts. From then on, I knew I was on my own. He told me not to worry and go back to sleep. I slept with my back to the door.
The next night, I forgot about sleeping with my back to the door. I watched this thing come into my bedroom, taking its usual path at least seven times, until I fell asleep.
Over the nights I got used to it and was quite fascinated with what ghosts actually were. I watched it come into my room night after night, still frightened somewhat but no use in telling my dad. As he said, ghosts don't exist.
One night, just after my dad closed my parents' bedroom door, I saw a white flash shoot across my bedroom door. I wasn't in the mood tonight, so I faced towards the wall so I couldn't see any ghostly happenings. That was when I noticed a light coming from nowhere. I sat up and tried to work it out but couldn't. I lied back down and looked at the light on the wall. It was like a perfect circle, bright as a small torch. That's when a shadow blocked some of the light. It looked like a robot with skinny arms reaching out to me. It opened its mouth to reveal square shaped teeth and I assumed it was trying to hurt me. After a minute I finally got the sound out of my mouth to yell out to my dad. I shouted over and over. Dad came in. Same story, he just said it was my imagination. I was definitely on my own.
The next day my dad thought it would be good to get me a nightlight. Big mistake but at least he tried to help. That night the nightlight went on. I faced the door that night in absolute fear. With the nightlight, I could see the ghost lady much much clearer, which scared the crap out of me. I turned to the wall but then I was tapped on the back twice. I looked and there she was right next to me. I couldn't yell, so I just pulled the blankets over my head and faced the wall. I tried to think nice thoughts so I said, 'Flowers flowers, pretty flowers' over and over in my head until I went to sleep. I never slept with the nightlight again, I took it out of the plug.
I still saw the lady in my room every night I faced the door. This happened for years until we moved out when I was eight.
I have more stories coming. What my sisters experienced in the same house and also about the red door out the back of the property.
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I think its just awful that the daughter was not told of her mothers death. I guess that's how they treated people with mental disabilities in those days which is quite sad.