(Before this story, read one titled 'Bree'. So sorry - I accidently put my name as the title of the story and the title of the story as my name!) Well this story is about my dad. (Isn't it funny how all my stories are about relatives and not me?) He lives in Sydney, Australia, and owns a little old house up in the Blue Mountains. The previous owner of the house was a man called Old Man Fletcher, and he died in this house ten years prior to my dad and his wife buying it.

Fletcher was a smoker, and fell asleep in his bed one night with a ciagarette in his mouth/hand. The next thing he knew was - nothing! He burnt to death in his sleep.

When my dad and step-mum bought the house, it was dirty and falling apart - in other words it was exactly the way it had been when Fletcher had died. In the main bedroom, Fletcher's bedroom, there were still scorch marks on the walls and black ash all over the place. My dad and his wife began to do the place up and make it look good again. It took alot of effort and Old Fletcher wasn't helping. He obviously didn't want new residents in his home. I've visited my dad and his wife (I live in a different state to them) and we've stayed in this house. One day my step-mum was vaccumming the house and had to use an extension cord. All of a sudden the vaccum stopped. She went to look at where the vaccum cord was plugged in to the extension and it had been pulled out. This might not sound very strange, but the thing is, the cord wasn't reaching as far as it could go. My step-mum could have travelled much further without the cord being at risk of unplugging. Maybe the noise was just too much for Fletcher?

Then, one night, we were all sitting around the fire, when Flynn (my dad's Jack Russel) started barking and barking and barking. He ran all around the house yapping his head off. Have you ever heard the superstition that dogs can sense spirits?

Another time, when I wasn't there, my dad was outside in the garden, when he heard a door slam. Then he heard it again. It just kept slamming, reopening, slamming, reopening. Someone's got a temper!