Hey everyone, I've been floating around this site reading stories for a long time now and finally built the courage up to send in my own.
For a bit of background info, back in 2011 I had a small 2bdrm unit in Adelaide. I had a friend who was in need of a room and I had a spare room so he moved in. He stayed for about 6 months. For the last 3 week's he didn't come home and was behind in rent so I messaged him asking wether rent was going to be paid or if he was moving on.
I came home to his room being cleared out and other random things of mine missing, he even took brand new bottles of shampoo and conditioner and a packet of ear buds from the bathroom cupboard lol. To be honest I can't remember the other things that were missing but I thought it was so strange he took these things so they've stuck in my mind. I noticed he had left behind his epilepsy medication and his repeat script on top of the tv cabinet in the lounge room.
I was so angry he stole from me and I stewed on it. It was all I could think about.
Two weeks later I woke up and opened my Facebook. There were RIP messages all over it about my housemate. He had an epileptic fit overnight and died out the front of his mates house. I was so confused how to feel. Looking back I can see how silly I was. I was just so angry he stole from me I couldn't grieve the friendship I had lost.
That's when things around the house started happening, there was a white glowing light that floated from the hallway through the dining area and into the kitchen one night, also doors started to open and close and swing randomly. And random noises, banging and creaking.
I started sleeping in the lounge room. This one day, probably about 2 months after he died, I drifted off to sleep. It would have been about lunch time from memory. I woke up to a knock at the door, it was my room mate. I was shocked. I said come in let's have a smoke together I'll make you a cuppa. I kept saying things like "this is real" "omg you're really here" "this isn't a dream" over and over. He didn't say much. Then I clicked and I said "hang on, you stole from me. You know what, I think you should leave" he said "is that what you want?" And I said yes. He stood up from the couch and walked towards the front door and asked again "are you sure this is what you want?" And I said "yes just go" and he walked out the door and slammed it. As the door slammed I woke up sitting straight up staring at the door as the sound of it slamming echoed through the house and the glass pane next to the door rattled.
I've never experienced anything like it before and in the 9 years since. It wasn't a dream, he came to say goodbye and I kicked him out. I still regret the way I reacted but it is what it is. After his visit all the noises stopped and the doors stopped swinging.
I think I have made my peace with him in other ways since, I've grown up a lot in the past years since and learned to let things go a lot better than before. Life is too short to hold grudges.
Thanks for reading.