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About 4 years ago I went to a party at a friends house in Sydney, Australia. She had only moved there about a week before and it was the first time I had been there. She was living with a couple whom I would be meeting for the first time.
I ended up staying the night, and my friend Heidi and I went to bed at around 3am. She was a good friend from school, so we just crashed in the same bed in her room. We had been laying there for about 20 minutes when I started to hear what sounded like a scratching noise down the wall next to where I was laying. I listened to it for a few minutes, and then whispered my friends' name to see if she was still awake. I asked her if she could hear the noise and she said to me that it was probably just the dogs down at the side of the house. I listened to this noise for a few more minutes. It was slowly getting louder. It now sounded like somebody scraping their fingernails down the side of the wall.
Heidi ended up getting out of bed and going to look out the window which was directly above where the noises were coming from to check if the dogs were down the side of the house. She looked, but the dogs were nowhere around. She hopped into bed and the noise started again.
By this time the two of us were just really puzzled and trying to think of what the noise could be. A few minutes later, the noises started on the opposite side of the room on another wall, but they were a lot louder and more aggressive than before. These noises went from wall to wall, getting louder and louder. We were both just laying there as still as we could. I was afraid to move a muscle. I knew what was happening was something I was unable to explain, and I was really scared.Next, these noises went up onto the roof directly above the room we were in. It sounded almost like someone running up and down. Whatever it was sounded very heavy as the thumps were like that of a baby elephant. Heidi and I continued to lay in bed unable to move; by now I think we were holding hands and really scared. I remember the room being really cold and uncomfortable.
The noises continued in all four walls, roof and floor all at once. It was almost like someone was throwing themselves against all of the walls, and I remember hearing another faint in the noise in the room. It sounded like a kind of friction and energy, and what sounded almost like murmuring and mumbling in the background. Whatever this was, it was really angry and frustrated.
And then just as quickly as all of this started it just all stopped and the room went really quiet and back to normal. Heidi and I were really shaken up and laid there not wanting to get up or move. I was awake off and on for most of the night, thinking about what had happened.
Later on that morning when everyone was up and sitting in the lounge room Heidi and I told her flat mates (Jo and Royce) what had happened, and we wanted to know what they thought about it. It had been so loud we were sure that someone in the next room had heard it too, but they hadn't heard a thing.
After we finished our story Jo said really calmly, "is my painting in that room?" There was a painting she had done on the wall of that room of a monk or someone draped in a cape, with their knees bent almost 90 degrees and their head back in the air. I don't know much about it, but there were symbols around the picture (each symbol different from the others) and a story beneath it about a girl who had died on the streets.
Apparently while Jo painted this picture she was living with a lady who was highly into witchcraft. Jo said that weird things had always happened wherever the painting was but she was afraid to get rid of it.I never slept at the house again, but whenever I went there I would always get the same feeling. A feeling of being watched...... This has been really hard for me to put into words, but I know what I heard and felt was no figment of my imagination. I still think about it all the time...
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