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“Does your mother know you are up this late?”

October 3, 2011

This one needs a little backstory – when I was about 14 or 15 (I’m 20 now), I was living with my grandparents, my mum, younger sister and great grandmother. I would stay up later than everyone else on weekends and holidays watching TV while sitting on the floor of the lounge room. From where I was sitting I could see up the hallway the first door in this hallway belonged to my great-grandmother.

About once every month or so she would walk out of her room, look at me and chastise me for being up so late, this was usually around 11PM. A week after she died I sat in the lounge room, in my usual spot, watching TV late at night, when someone walked out of her bedroom. Since I knew no one was sleeping in that room I looked up and saw her staring at me from the hallway. She asked me “Does your mother know you are up this late?” before shuffling off to the bathroom. When I finally got up the nerve to go to my bedroom, I had to walk past her room and the bathroom to get there, the tap had been turned on (she always forgot to turn it off).

About a year later my older sister moved into that room with her boyfriend and aside from a few odd happenings they had no serious encounters until one night they left their lava lamp turned on. They bot awoke to a loud smash as the lava lamp hit the wall on the opposite side of the room. It had been yanked from the wall and thrown, we are certain of this because of the distance and the fact that the alarm clock and keys in front of the lamp had not moved at all.

My older sister moved from this room within a year and my younger sister moved into it. She placed posters on the wall and kept the room relatively clean. However, if I were to enter her room, with or without permission, once I left and closed the door her posters would get torn from the walls and her ornaments thrown to the ground. Needless to say I rarely entered that room afterwards.

2 years ago, just after I moved out, my older sister moved back into the house, but a different room as my younger sister still occupied that one, and placed her children in another room as well. Afew months into living there my nephew began telling tales of men who walk into his room and play with his toys, at first my sister thought nothing of it until my nephew would no longer play with his toys as “the bad men” played with them. She and her children then moved into the granny-flat behind the house and have had no problems since.

However my 2nd eldest sister moved into this house around the time my other sister moved into the granny flat. This sister also stayed in a different room, she stayed in what used to be a sunroom but had been converted to a large bedroom. She turn on her pedestal fan each night to cool herself down and woke night after night to find it turned off and moved to the other side of the room. She believed it was her husband and told him to stop, however this continued. One night she awoke and found the an turned off and just as she rolled over to wake her husband and tell him off for turning off the fan it began to slide accross the floor, she stared at it and saw no one beside it, she checked to make sure her husband was in fact beside her in the bed, and of course he was. She turned on the lamp beside her and the sliding stopped.

I know you only asked for one story but I thought I would share just a few of the paranormal occurances I have experienced. I aplogise for the mass amount of text but the things listed here barely even scratch the surface of the things experienced by myself and my sisters not only in that house but in others as well.

 – Posted by ToastNibbler; Reddit

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