I grew up in a small town in South Australia. I have two younger siblings, a brother and a sister. My parents were typical working class, and purchased a "fixer upper" home circa 1930s, when I was small. It had a very old looking second bedroom and a long, old fashioned room that served as a playroom for me, until my younger brother and sister came along and it was redesigned into two rooms. I remember seeing the door to this old playroom fling open on its own more than once, and also recall being in the room and feeling an overwhelming feeling of panic, screaming for daddy to come and get me.
All three of us were poor sleepers as babies, me being the worst. As a small child I remember being terrified of half of the house. We all at one stage slept in the same room at the front of the house, and all of us were scared of the people in the room, or as my brother told me once "I keep seeing the faces".
There was always a lot of activity in that house. There was one particular spirit that seemed attached to the property, who we started seeing more strongly when I was around 12, although I do remember him earlier than this. He would lurk in the second hallway of the home, around a perimeter that circled the inner fireplace, which we thought made sense being believers in the spiritual, and also knowing this to be the oldest part of the original home. He was a big man, gave the feeling of being a labourer of some form, and my mum often saw him walk past her in the kitchen, turning around to talk to my dad before realising that he wasn't home, and this was our ghost friend.
I have the ghost the nickname "Sampson"- a play on our street name. We never directly spoke to him, and he never hurt us or I feel meant to scare us, although I never once slept well in that house. Even my dad, a non believer at the time, reported seeing the same big man's shadow through the windows, and to him the presence appeared as a man outside, whom he often investigated fearing an intruder, only to find no one there. My mum asked a psychic about the spirit, and she said he was attached to the house not to us, and he meant no harm, and to not worry about trying to send him away.
The house was always cold, and although I was less scared as I got older, and stopped seeing Sampson as a shadow at my bedroom door, he was still there as a shadow out the corner of your eye, and there was always a feeling of coldness and sadness in the house.
Our family has since moved on from the property, but one of the new owners has mentioned to my sister that she always feels watched.
It recently came to our knowledge that prior to my parents buying the house, a man hung himself in the living room, right in front of the fireplace that seemed to be a central point for all the activity. This poor man is likely our "Sampson". We did make a point of saying goodbye to the home and to the spirit, but I feel bad now that we never made the effort to try and move him on, or to cleanse the house before we left.