This Friday 31st October will be Halloween. It’s not big in Australia, although over the past few years I have noticed that there has been an increase of pumpkins / fake vampire teeth & Halloween related merchandise in the stores. I am much more of a sucker for Christmas but as a kid always wished we could do Halloween. I can’t do my planned Halloween post until after Halloween so in the meantime I thought I would post a scary story of mine.

I know there are believers and non believers out there but I am firmly in the believers group. Weird stuff that has happened to me that I simply can’t explain has me believing that there is something else out there so a spooky post for Halloween.

One of my odd encounters occurred in 1992. My parents had bought a new house in Seven Hills in a Sydney suburb in NSW, Australia. I was unpacking my boxes in my bedroom, the rest of the family were out enjoying the sunshine in the backyard. As I walked out of my bedroom on the corner of my eye I saw a little old lady with grey hair and a black shawl over her shoulders standing in my younger brothers bedroom.

I caught a glimpse of her and kept walking down the hall and then did the “what the”. I turned and walked back to the bedroom and nothing, no one. I thought that maybe my Mum was in that room and was mucking around with a black shawl over her shoulders. So I decided that I would walk back to my room and re-do what I had just done. In case stuff placed around my brothers room gave the appearance of a person with grey hair and a black shawl.

So I went back into my room, counted to 5 and walked out again and this time…a bright white bedroom with a few brown boxes on the floor.

I did what any normal teenager would do…I ran.

I ran so freaking fast out of that house. I shit myself (not literally…thank goodness!). I know what I saw, there was absolutely no reason at all for me to have even imagined a little old lady with grey hair and a black shawl on. I ran outside to tell my family and I was shushed and told to stop being stupid, for fear that it might freak out my little brother.

A few months later my brother and I returned home from school, it was a long and very hot walk home. It was February so still very much Summer weather and as I got to the front door and opened it I was hit with a wall of icy air. Our lounge room was freezing. My brother & I walked inside and I was being a bit of a dickhead and said out loud “Oh hi, it’s me, Alex and Matt. We are home from school now”. Just like that the lounge room returned to the right temperature and that very icy cold air was gone and instead it was warm & stuffy inside.

On a side note, my dog never ever went down the hallway in that house He would cower & whimper when we first tried to get him to come down the hall, it was our new house and we wanted him to have a sniff around and he was totally not interested with our bedrooms. We only stayed in that house for 6 months before moving to Melbourne so I have no idea if that old lady is still in that house. I believe that she was related to the previous owners but really…who knows.

Cheers

Alex

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