I moved into a three story house in Mundubbera with my mum and my 4 other siblings, the youngest was only 4 months at the time. I had moved into the room across from my mum's and every time I walked out of my room I noticed the youngest watching me from the cot. First I didn't think anything of it but I then realised she wasn't looking at me but behind me.
I couldn't get my head around it but one night I was lying in my bed when I noticed a shadow near my door. I thought I was just seeing things so I rolled over and pulled my sheets over my head. This went on for 4 nights.
Than one day I came home from school really angry and locked myself in my room. I sat on my bed drawing like I do when I got mad. When I was sitting there I heard someone talk to me, it was hard to understand. I just thought it was my brothers downstairs.
I walked to the garage where my stepdad was sitting having a smoke and I asked him if he had experienced anything weird (he is a big believer in ghost and life after death.) He said that when he was shaving in the upstairs bathroom the door would slam shut and he had seen the handle move before it flung back open, so he never used the upstairs bathroom again.
The next morning I was sitting watching TV with him before he went to work. No-one else was up and I wouldn't have been but I had a sleeping problem. We sat and watched for a little when we heard a knock on the door so he answered it but no-one was there. In the reflection of the TV I could see something standing behind the couch. I went up to my room after my stepdad had left and found the previous owners of the house. I had asked them if someone had died in the house and they said yes. There was a lady who had lived there with her mum and dad. She had a son who was about 5 or 6 at the time. He was in the bath and she went to grab him out and slipped, hit her head and drowned in the bath. The young boy ran downstairs and told the parents. So that was who was in the house.
I came to terms that she was watching over us kids because I believe spirits won't leave this world when they have unfinished business. So knowing what had happened I didn't want her to feel lonely so when I was upset or angry I would lock myself in my room and talk to her. I would sometimes get a response like "it will be okay" or "I am here for you."
I soon got used to it but we couldn't afford to live in the house anymore so we moved to a cheaper one and it has a ghost to but all you can hear is him stomping around. It is usually only me and my stepdad who experiences all this stuff and sometimes my mum and younger sisters and brother but not my older brother. I Haven't told anyone about talking to her and seeing her in my room.