Ghostly Hitch Hiker?

I was out on a station during the week performing some tasks and accommodation provided was in the Old Homestead building. This is a rambling building, dating back to the early 1900’s and made from timber and corrugated iron, with a centre hallway and verandas all around. I was the only occupant there and expected the floorboards to creak and the tin to contract at night.

The first night I heard the usual sounds and what sounded like someone in the kitchen mucking around with dishes. The second night I thought I heard the sound of a tin being opened with a can opener. The third night was very windy outside and all house noises were drowned out. Every time I walked through the kitchen I experienced goose-bumps and the hair on my neck ‘shivered’ a tad. Ahhh, just your imagination me lad, I thought. Then came last night……………………

I walked into the house at 9.45pm in the dark and immediately my hair stood on end! But I continued down the hallway to my room. I went to bed and read a book for a short while, listening to the creaking house. Doused the light at around 10.30pm and was in the process of dropping off into a deep sleep when I thought I felt something touch my beard! Then a strong perfume wafted through the room. I flicked the light switch but there was nothing there. Bugger. I thought my luck had changed! But my goose-bumps were running rampant all over my arms and back, and my hair, what there is left of it, wouldn’t lie down. “Oh, bleep -off”, I declared to the open space, switched the light off again and dropped back onto my pillow. But whoever it was, wouldn’t let go and by now I had goose-bumps on top of goose-bumps. I grabbed my sleeping bag and other stuff and walked out of the house into the moonlight towards my wagon. The ghostly feeling followed me out and along the footpath until I got to the gate and then it left me. I made my bed and slept soundly in the back of the Nissan until first light. In the morning the house was quiet and whoever it was, had left.

I asked around the station about the house being haunted but no one could recall an incident. I even asked the previous owner later in the day but he also could not recall any incident. However, his wife passed away many years ago and is buried across the creek up on a hill. Maybe she was on a nightly kitchen run.

Then again, I could have picked up a ghostly hitch hiker along the way on Monday when I stopped for a snack in a neighbouring town?

There are things in life, which are unexplainable.

Cheers