* As told by Melinda
This story happened two decades ago when I was young, single and travelling around Regional Victoria and staying in Youth Hostels.
I took the coastal bus to Port Fairy. It was a foggy, damp and dismal mid-winter weekend.
I was the only guest that unforgettable Saturday night at the two storey Youth Hostel. The evening became even more depressing, with freezing cold temperatures and little company after the Warden went home for the night.
There was nothing on the TV so I packed myself up in the very empty 20 bed dorm with a hot water bottle and juicy book. At about 10.00pm I turned the lights out and the room was completely shrouded in darkness.
I awoke with a start at around Midnight and lay completely still listening in concerned puzzlement to the weird noises which surrounded me.
Initially, it sounded like birds or mice rustling and squeaking, then growing rapidly more agitated akin to a kitten requiring it's mother or the like.
I was a little scared but said my prayers and managed to fall back to sleep again.
The next morning at breakfast The Warden asked whether I had slept well.
“Yes” I said, “until I was woken up around midnight to strange noises.”
The Warden stopped what she was doing and asked me exactly what I meant. I explained how the noises reminded me firstly of some small animals scratching and scuttling then of a piteous kitten.
The Warden stood stock still and said, "So you heard Her?"
"I beg your pardon" I asked,
The Warden proceeded to tell me this story …
Over a 100 years ago, a little girl was mistakenly imprisoned in her upstairs Nursery. Somehow there was a miscommunication between her parents and governess. They both forgot about her and went on separate extended trips. Sadly, she was discovered weeks later, when her parents arrived home again.
“You're especially lucky,” The Warden said, “you're the first one she has made contact with in many a long night.”
I gulped, swallowed and said, "Thankyou, I think?"
Needless to say, I caught the next bus home. I wasn't feeling that special!
* As told by Melinda
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Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Ghost Cat
* As told by David
About 8 years ago, my partner Linda and I were at a house in Buderim being interviewed to be house-sitters. While sitting at the table chatting and drinking coffee, we met their dog and we were chatting about how sweet he was, but I thought it strange that they didn’t mention the cat that was walking around my legs brushing up against me (me not a cat lover). Eventually it jumped up on a chest of drawers sniffed around jumped off and wandered off down the hallway.
Eventually it got the better of me and I asked about their cat, whereupon they looked at me strange and said “what cat?”and I told them about the Siamese cat and where it went etcetera. The lady nearly fainted because apparently the cat I described had died 3 years earlier and where it had been on the cupboard was where she used to feed it to stop the dog from eating her food. Needless to say, the hairs on the back of my neck were up on end at this stage and we didn’t get the job.
* As told by David
About 8 years ago, my partner Linda and I were at a house in Buderim being interviewed to be house-sitters. While sitting at the table chatting and drinking coffee, we met their dog and we were chatting about how sweet he was, but I thought it strange that they didn’t mention the cat that was walking around my legs brushing up against me (me not a cat lover). Eventually it jumped up on a chest of drawers sniffed around jumped off and wandered off down the hallway.
Eventually it got the better of me and I asked about their cat, whereupon they looked at me strange and said “what cat?”and I told them about the Siamese cat and where it went etcetera. The lady nearly fainted because apparently the cat I described had died 3 years earlier and where it had been on the cupboard was where she used to feed it to stop the dog from eating her food. Needless to say, the hairs on the back of my neck were up on end at this stage and we didn’t get the job.
* As told by David
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The Ghost in the Curtains
* As told by Susan
We lived in a three bedroom house at Richmond South Australia.
My eldest brother Derrick who is about six foot tall had the middle bedroom. We were given some second-hand curtains which we put up in Derricks room.
That night a large man well over eight feet tall with pointed hair (shaped like a pointed cone and he looked like an Indian), came out of the curtain and started to attack Derrick. This man picked Derrick up by putting his huge hand around Derrick's throat and threw him against the wall. Derrick fought back with all his strength as Derrick was strong himself and had learnt Judo, this man-thing left.
Derrick stayed up the next night just in case it came back. It didn’t that night but the next night it came and once again they fought. Derrick even head-butted this man-thing, then it was gone again. It didn’t come back the next night.
Derrick told his girlfriend and she gave Derrick a cross to wear. Derrick said “what can a cross do against this giant man-thing?” but promised he would do what she told him to do.
That night it came back ready to attack Derrick again, then Derrick showed the cross and told the man-thing to ‘Go … Go in Gods or Jesus's name.’ With that the man-thing left but went into our other brother’s room. When Derrick saw this happened he ran after it, telling it to ‘get out … get out of here and never return.’
Derrick showed us his neck and you could plainly see the buised hand mark nearly all the way around his throat.
When Derrick told us that it came from out of the curtain, we immediately took the curtains down and threw them into the rubbish.
We’ve never kept second-hand curtains again.
* As told by Susan
We lived in a three bedroom house at Richmond South Australia.
My eldest brother Derrick who is about six foot tall had the middle bedroom. We were given some second-hand curtains which we put up in Derricks room.
That night a large man well over eight feet tall with pointed hair (shaped like a pointed cone and he looked like an Indian), came out of the curtain and started to attack Derrick. This man picked Derrick up by putting his huge hand around Derrick's throat and threw him against the wall. Derrick fought back with all his strength as Derrick was strong himself and had learnt Judo, this man-thing left.
Derrick stayed up the next night just in case it came back. It didn’t that night but the next night it came and once again they fought. Derrick even head-butted this man-thing, then it was gone again. It didn’t come back the next night.
Derrick told his girlfriend and she gave Derrick a cross to wear. Derrick said “what can a cross do against this giant man-thing?” but promised he would do what she told him to do.
That night it came back ready to attack Derrick again, then Derrick showed the cross and told the man-thing to ‘Go … Go in Gods or Jesus's name.’ With that the man-thing left but went into our other brother’s room. When Derrick saw this happened he ran after it, telling it to ‘get out … get out of here and never return.’
Derrick showed us his neck and you could plainly see the buised hand mark nearly all the way around his throat.
When Derrick told us that it came from out of the curtain, we immediately took the curtains down and threw them into the rubbish.
We’ve never kept second-hand curtains again.
* As told by Susan
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