My family has had many paranormal experiences but my favourite has to be the stories my Dad has told me about growing up in his haunted childhood home during the 1960s to the 1990s in Victoria, Australia. This is one of the stories told in my Dad's words and from his perspective...
Growing up my family lived in this old weatherboard house located in a then quiet town surrounded by mountains and wineries. It was like any other house on the street, a bit rundown maybe but normal on the outside. Inside though was another story; for the house was haunted. You'd hear strange noises all the time, like footsteps, knocks, bangs and even disembodied voices. Things would move on their own and doors would slam shut where there was no wind. As a kid I knew there was something in the house but I never saw apparitions. I was just always aware of the feeling of being watched by something beyond what my eyes could see.
Whatever was there originated from the smaller bedroom, this was 'ITS ROOM'. My sister's stayed in there as kids and their things would be moved around or lifted, mainly the makeup that was on their dresser. When the ghost came out of the room I'd hear it open the door and walk through the house. When I'd go to check if any of my family was home there'd be no one there.
I hated the house, never liked being in there alone. When I got home from school and no one was home I would wait outside the house until someone arrived. I was too scared to step inside.
Sometimes it felt like it wanted me to be afraid, getting off on my fear. Other times it loved messing with me, making fun of me. Such as when I was running out the back door to play and I tripped over what I perceived as some small creature. I looked up but there was nothing there. I had hit the ground hard and it hurt, as I was groaning in pain I got the impression that the ghost was watching me and laughing at its malicious prank.
It always freaked me out but I had no choice but to get used to it. After a while it just felt normal to me, now I'd just get annoyed at it. But every now and then it would cause something terrifying to happen just to let me know it had power. I could only shrug it off for fear of losing my mind.
Eventually I was able to get enough money to move out and live a normal life. I never found out if anyone had died in the house, I do wonder if it's still there wondering the now empty rooms.