My name's Karl. I'm 28. And this is a little story from Trinity Ave in the Rocks Sydney; a story that I without knowing shared with my older brother.
As a young kid from around the age of 3 onwards I grew up in the Rocks down in Sydney, and I remember as a kid seeing figures and well really weird things there; such as dark hands coming out of my grandmother's laundry window, or waking up to what I thought was maybe my brother or someone sitting on the side of my bed. I can't forget the active noises sounding like someone was in the surrounding rooms, which almost all the houses around the Rocks that I been inside of had ghostly presents inside of them. Like you could always feel that something was there like you're being watched.
The thing that seemed to stand out the most was when I was seeing the footprints that slowly disappeared as they walked up the hallway at night time. Back then I never thought much of it then as I thought it was normal. When I got older I started to think about it now realizing what spooky things I was seeing.
Then one day many years after moving out of the Rocks, I was with my older brother who's a year older and my mum talking about the spooky things we saw and felt there living in the Rocks, Sydney As we got into this discussion a little more suddenly out of nowhere my brother mentioned the footsteps up the hallway and described the exact thing I remember seeing, which freaked me because it was the first time he or I ever said anything about it, now covered in goosebumps we just sorta stared at each other not knowing what to think of it.
Well I hope you enjoyed one of my many short stories I have to share.