I'd travelled to see a friend who lived in one of the main cities here in Aus. The building we were staying in had no strange history and by all accounts seemed perfectly normal. Please bear with me as the house has a very strange lay out so it may be slightly difficult to describe for you.
My friend and his roommate had left the house by 6am to travel to work. The friend I had travelled down with had gone down the street to the supermarket just after 11am. I was reading my book in the bedroom when I felt the sudden urge to go to the sun room across the hall. I walked out of the bedroom, across the hall to the lounge room which connected to both the sunroom and a bedroom off to the right at the back.
As I walked into the lounge room, I looked over towards the back bedroom and noticed that a piece of furniture had been moved. I paused, thinking back over the night before (we'd had a photo shoot in the room) and mentally retraced all the steps. The chair had been placed on the other side of the room.
That's when I started hearing different noises. I felt the French doors of the bedroom open, the (non-existent) curtains moving and someone walk towards me. I could see the floor boards in front of me sink and heard them squeaking. I side stepped to avoid contact and stared back through the door I just came through. I watched (or felt whichever you prefer, both are apt) it walk through to the kitchen. Then I heard the kitchen cupboards open and the glasses rattling. I heard other noises for a few moments and then the kitchen sink started to run.
At some point I'd moved into the sun room and stood behind the table on the opposite side of the room to the bedroom that separated me from the double door opening. I heard it start to walk back towards the lounge room and I didn't know what to do. Instinct made me cower; I stood on my left leg with my right leg raised as high as it would go, my body turned to the right in case something moved around the table. My arms moved to protect my chest and I stood in silence and waited. It came to the opening and I started to scream. I heard something like a plate or a glass smash to the floor (I could almost see it even though it wasn't there) and it came towards me.
My body had not moved save for my hands which now protected my face. I felt pressure on my shoulders like hands grabbing me. I screamed again. In my head I heard a male voice telling me not to scream; that I was okay. I'm not sure whose panic was greater. It pulled me left (keep in mind I was standing on my left leg) and kept hold of me for a few seconds after it moved me. The voice stopped and I felt it run back towards the bedroom.
After that, it was gone.
I immediately pulled out my phone to call for help and noticed that the time was 11.13am.
It didn't appear again, but I felt something darker there afterwards. I couldn't physically be alone in the house because every time I was, I felt like I was about to disappear.