This happened many years ago when I was 19, and had just moved into my first flat.
It might help to have a little background on me. I am of aboriginal descent, half of my family is tribal (Maiwalli tribe) and believes in the old spirits. I have many stories about what happened when I was wee but I'll talk about those later. I grew up on Australia before going to high school in Japan. I had just graduated from high school and moved back to Cairns, Australia.
Once I had returned to Cairns I had to find somewhere to live, I thought it was going to be difficult because it's so expensive. I was lucky enough however to find a flat in the city centre for $87 a week (everything included) the only downside was that the bathroom was in a separate outside building. No big deal. For $87 I would have showered in my sink. It was an old queenslander that had been segmented into different flats, an old building in the middle city, literally 20 steps to the mall.
My boyfriend, *Mickey (now husband) had moved in with me and we had settled in together nicely. He was a late to bed/late to rise type, I am an early to bed/early to rise, so I would always be in bed before him and a few hours later he would come in.
This particular night was quite cold (for Australian standards) and I had been sat up watching some crappy TV show and decided to head to bed. It took me a while to get to sleep that night as I could not get comfortable, but eventually I fell asleep. I'm not sure how long after but Mickey came to bed. As he came to bed he didn't bother putting the light on and just laid down in bed. He said "goodnight, love you crackle (his nickname for me) ". I wrapped my arms around him and started to drift off sleep again. After about 5 minutes I heard the door creaking. I wasn't scared as it was an old house and lots of things creaked, the door swung open and the light flicked on. I was very confused at this point and looked up to see Mickey standing in the doorway and me by myself in the bed!
I have no idea who I kissed and said goodnight to but it wasn't my boyfriend. I had later found out that the house used to be a brothel so that could be an explanation?
In the whole time I lived there I never once got a bad feeling from it, quite the opposite actually. I had a lot of friends who would come and stay with me, it kind of became a halfway house for friends who were in between jobs or house etc. And each of them could probably tell you something about what happened in the flat. Maybe I'll also share some of the things that happened while I was in Japan as well.