Ghost/Paranormal Haunted houses

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A few years ago, a friend from high school was getting married in Hobart with a reception at Rydges which overlooks North Hobart Oval. The oval was a housing site for female convicts in the 1850's. Most of the Rydges complex is fairly unattractive and decor is decidedly 1980's. However several of the buildings are heritage listed and date back to a similar era to the convict usage of the oval next door.

I had missed this mate's first wedding so made the effort to get to his second. Mrs Nightrain and I had booked into the oldest section of the hotel in what was basically a cottage split into two. From the rear of the cottage, our side had a kitchen/dining area, a large bedroom, complete with period workbench, largish bathroom and a lounge room at the front, all opening to the right off a long hallway, much like a terrace house.

We got into the spirit of things between the ceremony and the reception considering we only had a two minute walk to the reception and then back to our accommodation. Reception was reasonably tame and we continued to partake of the beverages on offer until it was time to retire to Casa Nightrain.

Some time during the wee hours I berated Mrs Nightrain for leaving the hallway lights ablaze following a trip to the bathroom. She said she hadn't been to the bathroom and certainly hadn't turned the lights on. The lights were turned off but came back on some time later. The toilet also kept flushing and the lid kept changing positions in between visits resulting in vigorous discussion the next morning.

While it was nothing major we were quite perplexed by the strange goings on in our overnight stay. Could have been weird wiring and poor memory, but it was certainly something that stayed with us.
 

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Next time I'm up in Melbourne I'm going to take a trip to Canterbury. Can't be that many old homesteads opposite primary schools.
I've been trying so hard. I live in Canterbury and am fascinated by grizzlym's stories. Looking all over google maps as well at all the schools etc. It's doing my fking head in
 
One interesting haunted house story I heard was about a house in the Hollywood Hills. It was purchased in the early 2000s by young pop-star Britney Spears, who apparently never felt comfortable after moving there fearing it was haunted and vacated the house at short notice. It was then sold to actress Brittany Murphy, who lived at the house with her husband Simon Monjack and Murphy's mother. Brittany Murphy collapsed in the house with respiratory problems and died when admitted to hospital in 2009; her husband Simon died at the property exactly the same way in mid 2010. Some sources claim that in the months leading up to her death, Brittany Murphy became afraid of the house, was planning to put it on the market and would make up no end of excuses not to spend the night there.

Obviously I don't know all the details and am not 100 percent sold on the house being haunted, but it is a bit strange. Suggestions were made that the house was infested by mold and this caused the apprehension of Britney Spears and led to the ill health and subsequent premature deaths of Murphy and Monjack, but this was checked and there was apparently no evidence of mold at the property. Moreover, Murphy's mother was living at the house when her daughter and son-in-law died and if there was a mold problem should have at least shown signs of ill health, but she did not.

Adding to the unhappy history of the house is that it has been purchased and sold quite a few times since the deaths at the property over a decade ago despite its desirable location and that it underwent a full renovation in the mid 2010s. Again, not proof of haunting, but strange regardless.

One only hopes that if actress Brittany Snow is looking at real estate in the Hollywood Hills area that she keeps driving by this house.
 
I am close by. What’s this Canterbury house you speak of?
Read the last couple pages of this thread

 
There is a complete random giant derelict hospital in my town.

Like, a full on massive hospital. It's been smashed up and sh*t. Homeless people are known to live in there. Went in there at night with a few mates, absolutely shat myself.

Not haunted, but there's something eerie about hospitals. Hospitals are ****ing scary.

This sounds exactly like the abandoned Royal Alexandria Hospital in Paisley, Scotland (just west of Glasgow). I had the chance last year to buy an apartment in the old nurses' quarters within the hospital grounds. It was a good place and at a good price, but I wasn't going to take the risk.
 

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When I was 11 years old, my grandparents had s small dog I was close to. He died and they got a new dog. I visited them again and slept in the front room with my grandmother and heard a dog walking and sniffling in the room after we had all gone to bed. The new dog was locked out of the house 20 metres away so it couldn't have been him. Any thoughts?
 
When I was 11 years old, my grandparents had s small dog I was close to. He died and they got a new dog. I visited them again and slept in the front room with my grandmother and heard a dog walking and sniffling in the room after we had all gone to bed. The new dog was locked out of the house 20 metres away so it couldn't have been him. Any thoughts?
Was your old dog buried at an ancient Indian burial ground nearby?
 
When I was 11 years old, my grandparents had s small dog I was close to. He died and they got a new dog. I visited them again and slept in the front room with my grandmother and heard a dog walking and sniffling in the room after we had all gone to bed. The new dog was locked out of the house 20 metres away so it couldn't have been him. Any thoughts?

Sleep paralysis ?
 
Similar to the luxury Los Angeles house that scared the panties off Britney Spears causing her and then boyfriend Justin Timberlake to move out at short notice, where Brittany Murphy and her husband Simon Monjack died in mysterious circumstances six months apart in 2009-2010 and which was bought and sold numerous times in the 2010s despite undergoing full renovations and having a desirable location, there is a house in Mayfair London which had a strange run of deaths associated with it.

Owned by American musician Harry Nilsson, he would lease it to various friends in the music industry while they were performing in the UK. One was Mama Cass Elliot, who was staying at the property in early 1974, and who died of a heart attack in her sleep in April of that year at the age of just 32. Before you ask - no - Mama Cass didn't die from choking to death on a ham sandwich as commonly believed. In fact if she had died from choking on a sandwich it wouldn't have been a ham sandwich for one simple reason - Cass Elliot was Jewish.

In 1978, Keith Moon the drummer for 'The Who' was staying at the same property, and like Cass Elliot four years earlier died at age 32 in the same bedroom, Moon's cause of death accidental overdose from prescription medication.

Distraught over the deaths of two of his friends Harry Nilsson immediately sold the unhappy house, but like Cass Elliot and Keith Moon Nilsson would also die prematurely, passing away from a heart attack at age 52 in early 1994.
 
Going back a few years. Back in the mid 90’s went to mates sisters place just after xmas for New Years. As you do, got on the drink a fair bit, good time. Any way it was their tradition to go to Port Arthur for a ghost tour on the 1st of January. The sober ones driving us piss heads naturally, so because it’s no alcohol at Port Arthur, we dress for the occasion, wearing jackets, so we can hide our beers in the jacket pockets. After declining the lantern, as we didn’t want that responsibility, especially myself who was in my very late teens, early 20’s who managed to purchase an under 12’s ticket. Also to, it helped us to stay at the back and drink our beers. We got to the commando’s Cottage, the guide was waffling on. our little group, who had finished our beers, were waiting impatiently for the waffle to stop, and for the group to go on, so we could unburden the alcohol we had partaken. Finally the tour moved on, we stayed back and relieved ourselves on the Commandant’s garden. While relieving myself, I had the strong feeling/impression of being watched by some one or something through the window of the cottage, despite the cottage being empty at the time. It could be the alcohol, guilt (unlikely as I have peed in a lot of gardens before and since) or it could have been an entity watching me pee. The feeling I got from that window was strong disapproval.
 

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