this is a true story. the night the pillow cases stuffing were ripped apart across the floor. we were down stairs and mum rings up downstairs to say she seen someone in the yard hiding behind the tree looking in the window on us. we had the glass door open and were so scared but we thought the doors would bark if someone was around up to no good. so I got scared when she told us she seen some freak in the yard and so we went up stairs and later when we came back down these nice huge seat cushions we had were all ripped apart like knifed and stuffing all over the floor. to this day we don't know it the person outside came in and did it with a knife or if the dog scratched it but it looked to clean cut to be a paw scratch. anywho, that is just one of my spooky stories when first moved in. I have a heap more. like the weird phone calls this guy calls and says "I am across the road in the phone box and I can see you do you want me to come over now?" and my mum goes "well sure if you really want but it might take longer then you think to get here, cuz ? but we don't have a phone box opposite our house so I think you have the wrong number" , and parcels going missing and more like the letterbox bombers and the kids on the roof and some dude coming over for sugar and the night the halloween kids got some old fury cakes! cuz that was all we had.