I used to live in Canberra, and this is where these things happened. In late 1983, my parents bought a house in the suburb of Melba. It was not a unique house, single level brick about 12 years old. We only lived in the house for 6 months initially because my father got posted overseas. In that 6 months I was about 7 or 8. I had the back right hand side bedroom. Anyhow, one night something woke me up. And I mean really woke me up - straight to full consciousness. I wasn't paralysed, yet I knew I couldn't move. I looked across my room to the opposite wall. My radio which wasn't on, fell over, really hard, and it slammed face first onto the shelf. Then my rocking chair which had been up against a wall, fell backwards off it's rockers and lay on the floor. This struck me as strange as it was a big rocking chair, I didn't use it, yet it had been pulled out from the wall and tipped over with enough force to come off it's rocker. I watched all this happen, and then just lay down and went back to sleep. I wasn't at all scared. A couple of years later we moved back into the house and after about 6 months, it happened again.

On the same side of the room where my rocking chair and radio had been, I now had a little table covered with ornaments and a lamp. I was asleep, something woke me up, I couldn't move, and I just lay there and watched it happen. The lamp switched on, the table was lifted up and thrown at the wall. My mother heard the huge crash and came running in. She saw the mess and asked me what I did, and I didn't say anything, just looked at her. She was half asleep and went back to bed. Again, I wasn't scared I just went back to sleep. Most of the time I used to wake up and look at the people standing in my room. I couldn't see a lot of detail, but I knew that they were Aboriginal. They didn't scare me and they weren't there to harm anything, they just used to stand in my room and look at me. I had other experiences in my room. Something used to sit in the corner and whistle. Things that were pinned to my walls and ceilings got pulled off, yet the pins were still in the plaster and nothing was torn. I used to see black shadows flit past in other parts of the house. No one else in my family saw this and I didn't really talk about it. It stopped when I was 14. I think it was a poltergeist, but the funny thing is, I was never scared. Ordinarily I'm the first to freak out and I can't watch horror movies. I am 24 now and I still can't sleep in a dark room.

Submitted from: Wollongong, New South Wales, Australia