The house is located in Maitland. You’re probably familiar with Maitland goal and its reputation, and across the street from the house is a park where they used to have convicts working and public hangings.
It wasn’t until maybe 7 years ago that my brother (he’s 3 years older) and I had a conversation where we realized through life we were both having dreams about two girls. I wasn’t aware as a child that each night he would be terrified of going to sleep; my mum would have to coax him and tell him his teddy would protect him. In his dreams, he was trying to save two girls who looked similar from something dark and evil in the park near our house, and he never could save them. In my dreams since childhood, I dreamt of two girls who looked similar to each other, like sisters, trapped underneath our house.
The bottom level of the house is the worst; I still have dreams on occasion like the thing is trying to tell me it’s still there. The room in which in my dreams the two girls are in is a roof off the garage where the floor is dirt. I feel convinced if you dug it up, you’d find two bodies.
When I was a teenager, I moved into a room downstairs. One night in particular, I felt really uneasy; I felt watched, so I put on music on my computer to help. I woke up and remember seeing it was about 3 am and this overwhelming feeling of dread. My music was still playing, suddenly it stopped. Then a noise came on over the speakers loudly like water gurgling. As I turned and looked, there was a black mass in the corner of the room emanating this feeling of absolute hatred like it wanted to murder me. There was a light switch above me, and I was so terrified I couldn’t get my body to move; I was paralyzed with fear. I eventually tried to stand while staring at this thing, and my legs were shaking so badly I collapsed. I stood up again and muttered things about God while not taking my eyes off it, backed out of the room, ran upstairs, and got into bed with my parents at 16. I refused to go into that room alone again for years. The next night I woke up (in a new room, of course; I moved all my stuff out the next day) with my arm pinned against the wall above me, and I couldn’t pull it free.
As a child, things like my toys would move at night. I had a puppet of a witch my sister brought back as a gift for me from Czech Republic; she was quite creepy and I had a metal four-post bed. I’d wake up to her banging on the four-post bed; I was so scared I’d yell at her to stop. I moved it into my cupboard, then I’d wake up at night to the sounds of scratching coming from inside the cupboard. I’ve seen full-bodied apparitions; one morning, a boyfriend at the time had just left. It was about 7 am, so the sun was up. I’d begun laying salt across doorways and things to stop it coming into my room, and he left the door open. I watched as a shadow of a man walked into the room, shut the door behind him, and climbed onto my bed, and you could feel him crawl across the bed and onto my chest. Another partner of mine who had a history of abuse had a possession one night; it was like he was taken over by a demonic entity. And anyone who had abuse in their past acted very negatively in the house; another partner, it’s like his eyes would change, and he’d become overcome with pure rage.
