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My mother always told me to stay away from there but I became very fond of this elderly lady so I obviously ignored my mother and continued to sneak over there when I could. Quite often when I went over she would make me cupcakes and lemonade. It was furnished in what I thought old fashioned but neat tidy and cosy. It was a lot like my Grandmother's home.
One day I went over to visit the lady and I found that when I went inside the whole house was completely filled up with bikies & their motorbikes. They were making a lot of noise and were drinking cans of beer. I can remember when I was going from room to room calling out to my elderly friend. I call her that as I have never been able to remember her name. I have tried so many times but just seem to have erased it from my memory so I'll continue to refer to her as my elderly friend. Anyway I noticed that as I was running in and out of the rooms that none of the bikies seemed to notice me being there. I was so frightened when I couldn't find my friend that I ran home and told my mother all about it. As usual she didn't believe me but this time she called out to my father and got him to go over to the house to see what I was raving on about.
Finally my father went over with me to find the old lady. When we arrived at the back door of the house I went inside and to my amazement there was not a single motorbike in the house much less any bikies or beer. I couldn't understand what was going on. When I was asking my father what has happened to the bikies and where was the old lady I began to notice that all the furniture had been removed along with the curtains and a few window panes. In fact the more I looked around the more I could see the house was completely bare and not very nice at all.
My father told me, when I was asking in a very distressed state where everything had gone, that there had never been any lady living in that house and that nobody had ever lived there because it was too old and broken down. Sometime after this, the house was bulldozed and there are now twelve or so units built over the top of the site. A short time after the new units were built I met another elderly lady who had moved into one of the units and we became very good friends over a number of years. (She was definitely alive.) In fact I even kept up the friendship after I moved to another town. She died when I was about twenty two. I remember my mother wanting to meet this lady after I told her about going to her house. Obviously my mother was ok about this lady as I was never stopped from going over to visit her. So there you have it. All that time I thought I was spending with my first elderly friend was actually time spent with a ghost. So I was eating ghost cakes, drinking ghost lemonade and sitting on ghost furniture. As for the bikies, I have no idea where they came from or where they went but I know for sure that they obviously have bikie gangs in the spirit world because there was no way they could have arrived at the premises or left it without any noise whatsoever.
Now I am an adult I am able to see this experience as something quite amazing, but as a child this was quite distressing. In fact I never spoke about that elderly lady to anyone as it was made very clear to me that nobody lived there and it was just my imagination running wild. As I grew older and discovered that not everything I had been told was necessary so. Not because they lied to me but because my parents like most people of that era didn't believe in the spirit world outside the church's teachings. Anything like what I experienced was obviously regarded as something connected to the devil and not something that you let anybody know you're involved with. I was told people will think you're mad if you told them that story. It didn't happen and that was that. Now that I have an understanding of the spirit world I know it wasn't my imagination, I'm not mad or crazy, just privileged to have been able to have had that experience.
Regards Lozzie xo | 
