I live in Sydney Australia, but I used to live in a suburb of Caringbah. My parent's house was a cheerful, three bedroom home that by all appearances should have been a nice place to live. Only it wasn't. Let me start with my brother's experience. He was in his bedroom one afternoon, doing homework, when his electric razor came on all by itself. He tried to switch it off, but it wouldn't. My brother is a pretty laidback guy, but it scared him enough that he left the room. The razor wasn't his first encounter. Sometimes, he would wake up in the night to see his typewriter moving, like someone was sitting there typing, only no one was there. Other times, it would get very cold, and the blinds would fly up all by themselves. In my own room, the radio would sometimes turn itself off and on, or I would hear footsteps by the bed. The scariest night was when I got up to use the bathroom. I walked by my parent's room, and there was a shadowy figure sprawled at their feet. I screamed and woke them. Of course, by the time they got the lights on, it was gone. I was so afraid that I cried myself to sleep later that night. Another time, I felt like I was being choked by an invisible force. Since we are Buddhists, my parents took me to see a monk, and he gave me a talisman. Every night, I held the talisman and prayed for peace. It seemed to have an effect: my family was never plagued by spirits again.

Brezoles, Australia