My friend over at Hugzilla blog wrote a post the other night about 7 ways she knew her house was haunted. Creepy shit right there. It got me thinking about my experience with a ghost. I have actually seen one. Well I think I have actually seen one.
You can believe me or not.
But here is the story if you dare to read on!
One night around the year 2005, I was with an ex boyfriend staying in a beautiful Victorian bed and breakfast in Melbourne. It was old. Built in the 1880’s. In the middle of the night I woke up suddenly as it felt like someone was shaking me awake by tapping my leg. I sat upright in bed. There was a figure at the end of the bed, a bloke, in old colonial clothes, a scarf around his neck.
(He kind of looked like this but a bit more scuffed, sick and lost perhaps.) Continue Reading…