I am a 39-year-old man with a diverse background, including being the son of a former Policeman turned prison guard. Growing up, my family moved around quite a bit, which exposed me to various experiences and environments. As an adult, I have completed two trades and served with the Australian Army in the Infantry as a rifleman. Needless to say, I have been raised and trained to think clearly, rationally, and use logic to solve problems without fear and under pressure. However, the events I am about to share have left a lasting impression on me and have challenged my understanding of the world.
During my early teenage years, my family lived in Walgett, NSW, where my father served as the local Police Sergeant. It was during this time that we experienced inexplicable occurrences in our home. As the man of the house when my father was at work, I often found myself grappling with unsettling phenomena.
The eerie incidents began with strange noises in the house, like footsteps in the hallway and sounds of movement in the kitchen. Initially, I attributed these sounds to the creaks and groans typical of an older timber-style house. However, as the occurrences intensified, I became increasingly unsettled. The noises escalated to the point where it sounded as if someone was running laps up and down the hallway and rummaging through the pantry.
Despite my attempts to dismiss these occurrences as nightmares or my imagination, they persisted and grew louder. Eventually, I mustered the courage to confide in my father, who initially dismissed my concerns. However, when the disturbances continued and culminated in a mess in the kitchen one morning, my father realized that something unusual was indeed happening in our home.
The paranormal activity persisted during the daytime as well, with inexplicable drops in temperature and unsettling sensations of being watched. I vividly recall one particularly harrowing lunch break when I felt an overwhelming sense of dread and the unmistakable presence of someone—or something—else in the house. Unable to shake off the feeling of being watched, I fled the house and sought refuge at school, opting to eat my lunch there for weeks afterward.
Although my father had the air conditioning checked and encouraged me to take my lunch to school from then on, the unsettling experiences lingered in my memory long after we left Walgett.
Despite the passage of time, these encounters continue to puzzle me and challenge my understanding of the world around us. They serve as a reminder that there are mysteries beyond our comprehension and that sometimes, logic and reason may fail to provide satisfactory explanations.
