* Sent in by Kylie S.
One evening while my husband Bradley was out at his weekly bowling game, and my two daughters were asleep in their beds, I was sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine when someone cuffed me on the back of the head. I just about jumped out of my skin in shock as I looked around to find who it could have been. But I was totally alone in the room.
Several days later, my eldest daughter Caroline said that someone or something had been in her bedroom, and that she could hear footsteps walking around, but there was no one there.
I knew that Caroline wasn’t one to make up stories, so after this happening three nights in a row, I decided to move her into the spare room, hoping that things would stop.
We’d decided not to tell my youngest daughter Gabby for fear of scaring her, but that didn’t last too long as she was the next to encounter our unseen visitor.
I’d just finished up washing the dinner dishes when Gabby came screaming out of her room, wailing like a siren. She flew into the kitchen and straight into my arms and blubbered about hearing someone knocking on her desk as she was doing her homework. She didn’t see anyone, but the knocking was right next to her and she said she could feel the banging on the desk as she sat there. I reassured her that all was okay, although I wasn’t too sure myself.
I was next in line again, and lying in my bed a few nights later the windchimes hanging above my dressing table started playing all by themselves. The window was closed and there was no valid reason for their ongoing clanging. I tried to ignore it, and after 10 minutes or so the chimes stopped just as quickly as they started.
These spooky events went on for another two months or so, until one day we came home to a disgusting stench coming from the kitchen. I thought something somewhere had gone off, so we searched right through the pantry, cupboards and fridge, but nothing could be found.
A few hours later the smell disappeared and all of the strange happenings seemed to stop along with it.
We never figured out what went on there, but are pleased its never happened again.
* Sent in by Kylie S.