Hey I'm back again. I've a ghost story I would love to share with you all. It's a strange one, as usual so here it is.
I've just moved to another town out in Western NSW about seven months ago. I'm a history/English teacher at the local high school (my first year) and moved with two other first year teachers into this stunning old Colonial style homestead just on the outskirts of this town... (oh, I'm leaving the name of the town nameless.) The house is an old farmhouse or a homestead as we call it with a wide sweeping verandah, stunning French doors with glass stain windows that had Australian landscape scenes on them-Kangaroos, Koalas, Maggies and other small birds, Australian ghost gums etc. Really stunning. The homestead is a double storey with a view to kill for, even though the land is bare but still stunning. Anyway, the homestead was built around 1870 by a Scotsman named McLean. He had a big family but they eventually died out (sons were killed during the first world war).
My room is the second closest to the stairwell plus we have a computer room (where I have my PS3 set up... (hey, I'm still a kid at heart). Now, everything was fine for the first week, just the usual sound of a different environment and, two, at night I'm stuffed from all day teaching and have to do my lesson plans for the next day. I like it here but just recently, three months to be precise, things started taking a different turn.
It all started on Wednesday night. I was in the CR (computer Room) doing up the plans for tomorrow's lesson when I suddenly had this... This weird feeling of someone watching me. I turned around and caught a glimspe of someone walking around the corner. Thinking it was Luke (one of the teachers I live with) I didn't do anything and went back to my work. I just happened to look up and, in the glass I saw this man, a tall man, wearing a tweed jacket, beard, standing in the doorway looking at me. I swung around and the bugger was gone. This was the start of it.
I would hear children laughing somewhere in the house, the other night Lee (she's Luke's girlfriend and fellow teacher) told me she heard two people having a muffled conversation in the living room and yet there'll be no one there. I was coming back from a P&T meeting and saw this woman standing at one of the windows looking out at me. I knew it wasn't Lee because she was next to me in the car and it wasn't my girlfriend because she went back to her home.
Sometimes I would find wet patches on the kitchen floor as if someone just walked through the house soaking wet or I would hear someone crying or smell dampness. Luke told me he saw a girl, aged around 14, standing in the kitchen soaking wet wearing the clothes from the late Victorian age. I would catch a glimpse of a child playing in the backyard sometimes but I knew there was no kids around for miles.
I've asked the local Historical Society the history of the homestead and this is what they told me: besides the two boys getting killed in WW1, they had a sister who drowned in the river during a flood. She was 14 (explains the ghost of the girl Luke saw and the wet patches), the father shot himself in the CR after he heard his two boys were killed and the wife lived there until 1919 when she died from the flu...
I still hear them but to me they're no a part of the furniture... So to speak... Sorry this was long...