Posted on August 28, 2009
by Jessica Ryan

When I was five years old, after my parents split up, my dad my sister and I moved to Australia and moved in with my Nan and pop. As I remember the house as being very big, spacey and cold. Even when it was really hot outside. I also remember being so terrified of the garage.

When I was ten I was kicking ball around the background with my younger cousin the ball flew past my head and rolled into the garage so I ran my fastest in there to go grab it but it rolled all the way to the back of garage. I walked cautiously in there and I remember a man standing at the back of the garage next to the ball. I remember him being really tall and a really pale scary face. I ran straight out of there screaming.

For months after wards I kept having terrible dreams of that man and I was that freaked out I would not be alone so I followed my dad everywhere or any other adult. One day my aunty took me to a shrink as no one believed me. She thought I was stressed out/upset from my parents splitting up but then a short while later they stopped. Until around three years later at that stage Nan passed away. She needed an oxygen tank to help her breathe and it was very loud and kept me up even weeks after she passed away and sometimes I could hear cries coming from her room.

At the time I just thought it was my sister going through my Nans stuff as they were really close. A year later on my Nanas birthday I snuck out to party with a few friends and my sister staying at home by herself until my dad got home from work. She kept pestering me that night saying Nanas doors locked and someone is turning her touch light on and off. So I raced home as it was time to go home anyways.

I checked the room and the door was locked but there was a light on. I explained to my sister that its an old house, sometimes doors jam and that she must of mistakenly left the light on. I never believed her until I moved into my Nanas room six months later. I was 15 at the time and I came home after a long night out at the movies climbed into bed and fell asleep. For some reason I woke up to really cold draft as if I left that window open. I got up to close it and a face just appeared in front of my window just staring in. I jumped and ran screaming to my dads room waking him. He came and checked outside and around the house but there was nothing and of course he didn’t believe me. He just thought I was dreaming so I just slept in my sisters room that night.

A few nights later I went to a party and got really wasted so I walked home ready to pass out in my nice warm bed. Later that night a few friends walked by my house and was going check in to see if I was ok and they said they saw a freaky looking man staring out at them from my kitchen window.

Then not long later my pop got really sick and moved in with my aunty and my pop decided to sell the house. With relief I never saw that freaky man again. A few years has passed and I’m living in a new house. Everything is sweet until I got home one night from tafe and I went to put music on and all I could hear was children’s laughter and stomping up and down the hall so grabbed my things ran out of the house and went to a friends house until my dad finished work. When he picked me up I told him what happened and he believed me. He said the other morning when me and Toni were out he said he was laying in bed and all he could hear was children laughing. Thinking it was me my sister he went to get up to yell at us but he couldn’t it felt like someone was pushing him down and all he could hear was that laughter.

A few weeks later we moved into a new house where I’m still living there now. Six months after moving in it felt like someone was pulling at my hair and it really hurt so I slept with my light on for a while until it felt safe enough without it. One night it blew out and it was flickering and a hand was coming out to get me so I ran screaming and this was the sixth light bulb that blew in two weeks. The weird thing was it was only happening to me, no one else in the house like, it really wanted to hurt me.

It eventually stopped happening. Until not long ago I had the freakiest dream that continued on for two weeks. It was the freaky looking man. He shied away from society, he kidnapped a bunch of kids from a fair and one by one he raped and tortured each child and cut them into tiny pieces and hid them under the floor boards and he then drowned in a nearby river. That dream still gives me the shivers because it felt like real life like it was more a memory not a dream and the house looked so familiar liked I’ve been there before. I don’t why I dreamed this or what it means but it really did happen is there like a library or internet facility to check past murders that happened.

http://www.trueghosttales.com/paranormal/the-freaky-man/