In 1986, I was renting a small flat in Queanbeyan in New South Wales, near Canberra, whilst waiting for the sale of another property to be finalised. Even though the flat was fairly new, I had decorated it with antique furniture and indoor plants, giving it a cosy Victorian atmosphere; I also regularly used incense and candles.
I was living alone and had several pieces of furniture in the small bedroom, including a double bed, in which I slept. My television was placed on top of an old cedar railway cupboard. Working in an extremely demanding job at the time, I always looked forward to the time I spent in bed, relaxing and watching television. I loved the cluttered 'Victorian' ambience of the room, which gave me a great sense of peace and harmony.
I also socialised regularly with a circle of close friends; our conversations regularly turned to psychic or metaphysical matters and we often exchanged stories of our own experiences of the unknown or unexplained. One night, I mentioned to these friends that I would be more scared of a physical intruder in my house than a ghostly one, a comment which was received with some horror!
As if to challenge my statement, within a week I had a very strange experience!
I was asleep in my bed, when I 'saw' this man, surrounded by bright white light. I had a momentary thought that it must have been a dream, however, when I opened my eyes this person and the light were still there. He was a relatively short man, dressed in contemporary clothing of the time, with a light brown bomber jacket, sandy tousled hair and a full moustache. As I awoke and speechlessly stared at him, he smoothly and peacefully glided around the room, through a very tight space between an antique mirrored wardrobe and the bed, disappearing into a large indoor plant in the opposite corner.
Needless to say, I had no further sleep that night and couldn't wait to relate the story to my friends the next day!
The 'man' had no similarities to anyone I knew at the time or had known in the past, so I am guessing he was just passing through, maybe a past resident of the flat who had passed over, or possibly someone, still on the earth plane, who was astral travelling. Whoever he was, I felt he was a friendly soul, there to illustrate my trust in an 'unseen' intruder. I also believe that the atmosphere and vibrations created within the flat were conducive to such a visit.
Although I have had many other interesting encounters and experiences, I have never had one as vivid as the vision of my friendly ghost.