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Halbury, SA

When I was 3 years old we moved to the country to a town called Halbury.  It was a very old house and used to be an old train stop for all the train drivers, they would stay overnight to rest.  We spent a fair few years at this house, creepy ones at that.  I would always hear foot steps, bangs and what sounded like someone in the kitchen doing dishes.  I would often hear someone calling my name in the middle of the night.  I remember it sounding like a loud whispering semi creepy voice.  To me it sounded like a lady.  I would also hear conversations and laughter of what sounded like a group of men around a table playing poker having a good time.  My whole family used to hear an old radio playing very old music from the front room.  Whenever we got to the door of the room, it would stop.  There was also a painting of a little boy in the hallway that used to move, I remember seeing his eyes moving.  One night I was laying in bed and my dad was in the lounge room reading a book just outside my door, I caught my breath when I saw his dad (whom was deceased) behind him, cuddling him.  He had died when I was three.  I said to my dad that grandpa was behind him and my dad just looked at me and said I know with a big smile.  My dad is a very spiritual man, he has experienced amazing things...as have I.

Submitted by N Cornish 2012  

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