WHEN WE REPORTED ON THE GHOST HUNTER IN AMERICA, WE ASKED YOU TO TELL US YOUR OWN CREEPY TALES. READ AND BE SPOOKED.
Readers reveal their personal experiences with the spirit world.
THE OLD DAIRY
25 years ago we owned a dairy farm, originally a soldier settler farm from what I gathered. One day about 4.45am in the cold of winter I was walking up to the dairy in the dark like so many times before. Close to the new dairy shed down the driveway was an old tin dairy, long unused. As I neared the shed, I saw out of the corner of my eye a man standing in the old dairy, looking across at me. It was very dark and the wind was whipping the trees and bushes around. He raised his arm towards me as if to acknowledge me and turned and seemed to glide rather than walk through a gate and around towards the original homestead, which was empty.
With the hairs standing up on my head and prickling over me, I ran toward the gate, angry and scared all at the same time yelling as if to prove my manhood and not appear intimidated. Once I was at the gate I could see the image more clearly at the top of a few short steps at the door of the house. With a stare in my direction the figure seemed to blend into the doorway and was gone. Scared, I retreated to the milkshed and turned on all the lights and floodlights.
About a fortnight later a car came up our drive and there was a man with a couple of children. He introduced himself as the son of the original owner and said that he had driven by out of nostalgia to show his own children where he had spent his childhood. Apparently his father had passed away in a nursing home at a very old age around the time of my seeing the figure. I didn’t tell him so as not to upset him; nor my wife and kids as I didn’t want them being scared to venture anywhere near the house again.
I have never seen the figure again, but I vividly remember the night.
Former dairy farmer Mark (name and address supplied)
SAVED BY A SPIRIT
When I was about seven or eight years old, an angel or ghost saved me from almost certain death. At that time, I lived with my mother in a two-storey hotel at Port Adelaide and I normally slept on the veranda of the first floor. One night, I awoke to see a lady dressed in a white flowing dress standing at the door. At first I thought that it may have been my mother and I called out, but there was no answer. Petrified, I turned my head away. When I looked back the lady had vanished. I then ran into my mother’s bedroom where she was asleep in bed. Frightened, I spent the night sleeping in her bed.
During the night a violent storm erupted and the veranda crashed to the ground. A doll’s bassinet, which I kept there, was thrown to the other side of the road. But for the visitation by the mysterious ghostly lady, that could have been me!
Beulah Hayter, Highbury
MAN IN THE HAT
My husband and I were living with my mum for a while before we got married. She was away on holiday so we were alone in the house. It was particularly hot so we set up a mattress in the lounge area so we could sleep where it was cooler. Something woke me and I felt like I was being watched. I lay perfectly still, looked over toward the wall – and there was a man with a hat on. I thought I was imagining things or still asleep and dreaming. Next thing my husband shot up and turned on all the lights. I quickly asked him what was wrong and he said: “Didn’t you see that man with the hat on over there?” Well someone definitely walked over my grave then, shivers all up and down my spine! We have no idea who it was, but thought it may have been my dad who had died many years before and was checking up on us.
Robyn Eickhoff, Happy Valley
When I was eight I saw a ghost. Well, first I went to bed in my top bunk and woke up in the middle of the night and I saw some fuzzy vision. I was really scared so I closed my eyes. When I opened them I saw this man with a hood right in front of my eyes. I could not see his face very well but his eyes were freaky and he was like right in front of my face. My brother was still asleep. I put the covers over my head I was so freaked out. I looked again and he was gone.
I saw him a couple times more and it’s always the same. There was a lot more of them after that. Some were old people but some seem nicer than you think, a bit like your Nana and Papa but probably that hooded guy was the scariest and I don’t think he was very nice.
Lots of things went wrong in that house. There was a rotten smell sometimes and the house flooded and a fan broke off the ceiling and hit my baby brother on the head. Mum and dad saw things too. We got the house cleared and then we moved to the United Arab Emirates.
The first house we stayed in there was a boy standing on the stairs and didn’t want us to go up. Then all these things went wrong in the house so we moved out. Mum and dad tell me they are part of life and not to give them too much energy. What do you think?
Liam Willoughby, 10
THE DARK-HAIRED MAN
Some years ago I was at my then-girlfriend’s home in Seaton. It was a warm summer night and we decided to go out to the backyard and sit out on a picnic blanket. We were talking and had a radio with us. I looked toward the backyard garage, and something kept me focused there. I saw an apparition of a tall dark-haired man walk across the yard and into the garage. I thought to myself “oh” ; then, my girlfriend said to me: “ I saw that man too!”
I hadn’t told her what I saw but she told me outright: “You did see him too – didn’t you?”
Later, I discovered when we looked at her family photos the apparition I/we saw looked much like her deceased father. I never met her father, and she only vaguely remembered him as he died when she was quite young. I believe it was my former girlfriend’s father watching over his daughter, even if he couldnt “be there”.
Dave Fedcheshen, Angle Vale
WHAT WAS SHE LOOKING FOR? My closest encounter with an apparition was at our old house in the Unley area. Since moving into it in 1991, my husband and I, and an adult guest staying with us for a year, experienced some unusual phenomena. The closest encounter for me was in 2003. By then I had three children – two girls and a boy. One typical Saturday morning, while my husband raced off to the corner deli to get our weekend paper, I was walking down the corridor when I remembered to get something out of my son’s room. He was only three and we had just put him into his own bed. Beside his bed was his old cot and inside the cot I had only just placed his crib.
Well, as I was about to enter my son’s room I saw my eldest daughter leaning over the cot, her feet up on the lowered rails, and she was looking inside the crib. She seemed very intent and focused. I called out to her: “What are you doing?” She ignored me at first but finally I got her attention. I saw a horrified look on her face, like somehow I had startled her. She then quickly darted behind the cot as if to hide from me.
Now I was getting very cross, but the thought ran through my head: how can she possibly squeeze herself behind the cot when there is a large dark wooden rocking horse between the cot and the wall? Her long dark hair was tied back in a pony tail and then her hair and the tail of the rocking horse become one: my daughter had disappeared into thin air.”
“Who are you talking to mum?” said a voice walking up the corridor. There she was, my eldest daughter. Initially I felt shock followed by disbelief and fear but now I just feel privileged. I was given the opportunity to temporarily see into another world. Sometimes, I still wonder, what was she looking for?
Name and address witheld
When we bought our house almost 40 years ago we discovered the previous owner’s husband had died there. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until we had children. Then we noticed our small dog, Monty, would lie in the doorway to the passage and growl very quietly. There never seemed any reason for his behaviour. One evening when I was home alone a shape moved down the passage. I was terrified, thinking someone had broken in. I took a carving knife and searched the front of the house. There was nothing there, but Monty took up his spot in the doorway. When the family came home I still had the knife in hand. My husband joked that I had probably seen a ghost. But I think he was right. The “shape”, which we named Mr Harman, visited us many times. There was never any strange noise or things being moved just the figure moving in the passage as if he was making sure all was OK in his home. In time we all saw Mr Harman and we became comfortable with his visits. Later, we had major renovations on the house and we have not seen him since but every once in a while one of us will ask, I wonder where Mr Harman is now?
Nancy Stoodley, Fulham Gardens
“WAY GO!” In 1996 in Orlando, Florida, we stayed at the Ramada Hotel in Kissimee. On the first night we kept getting banging noises in the roof space which sounded like kids running around in the room and jumping off the bed. I contacted reception who sent up security. They could not hear any of the noises, but when they left, it started again. This happened repeatedly over a couple of days.
Nothing changed, so the next night I went upstairs to
Joyce at his St George property.