At the time when this night took place I lived in a small old seaside town outside of Brisbane. My partner had just lost his job and took on a casual job working night shift in the city until 12pm. The rental we were living in at the time is around 55-60 years old, one of the first homes in this seaside/farming town.
One night around 7:30pm I decided to watch a movie, just me and my dog! I got my popcorn ready and went the the toilet before I pressed play. I am totally OCD about flushing the loo, let's just say I hate the term "If it's yellow let it mellow"! I flushed the toilet and laid down on the couch. Not out of the ordinary for me, I was asleep within I would say about 45 minutes.
When I awoke it felt sudden, like something had woken me up. I am a very deep sleeper, sometimes my partner will leave me on the couch because I am dead to the world! I noticed my dog was in the middle of the hallway staring at something in the bedroom. I did not think much of it (thought he heard a noise outside as we lived across from a small shopping center and on a main road.)
I didn't take any notice before I headed to the loo and as went to sit down (sorry for all my toilet details) I noticed that there was toilet paper filled to the brim of the bowl, almost like someone had put a whole roll in there! I went to flush and as grossie josie as this is, I had to pull all the paper out because the water was almost to the top!
I thought that was just so strange and that was enough to creep me out a little, but then I got more creeped! I noticed my dog still sitting in the middle of the hall staring into the main bedroom, to what looked like to me, at out standing mirror. I hurried him along with me and hopped into bed. My dog seemed okay and he started to lay down when he jumped back up and slowly crept towards the mirror. As I looked over to the mirror I noticed a fat old woman in a lime green or maybe white (I know they are two completely different colours but this is how it looked) staring back at me. I freaked out and yelled "YOUR WELCOME TO STAY HERE BUT YOU ARE NOT WELCOME TO FRIGHTEN ME!". I put my head under the covers and called my partner in tears and told him what happened. He left work early because of how upset I was and came home.
He told me that when he opened the front door once home he felt something push him on the back to go inside. By this time I had fallen asleep. He never told me about that push until we recently moved out 6 months ago. I asked my grandfather who has been a local fisherman in the area his whole life and he told me that about 2 years before we moved into that home an old fat lady who was always and I was told ALWAYS in her nightie had died there and her two poodles where taken to the pound.
I feel that this was her and maybe, because she knew my grandfather she was making herself known to me. I really do not know so any thoughts will be much appreciated!
Thanks for reading:)