I lived in this house for a few years and had many paranormal experiences throughout the time. I was 12 or so when we moved into the house and now that I think back I remember feeling strange about the house from the start, there was just something about it that didn’t feel right. I always felt like someone was watching me constantly in that house, and I know my mother did also. My first experience happened around the same time my mother and stepfathers experience had also occurred, that is when it hit me what was actually going on. I had previous paranormal experiences when i was very young too but i cannot remember them anymore, but these I will never forget. I was asleep one night and awoke abruptly to the feeling that someone had punched me, punched me so hard it felt as though it moved my whole body across the bed but it didn’t hurt, I remember feeling strange about it because it didn’t feel like a muscle spasm or anything that would occur in my sleep, at the time i just put it down to a spasm and went back to sleep. Im unsure if it was the next day or few days after but I walked into the kitchen to my parents talking about their experience. My mother and stepfather were also in bed when their experience occurred, my mother had felt someone tickling her leg and thought it was my stepfather, he had also had the same tickling on his leg and thought it was her. This is when I realised what had actually happened that night. My second experience wasn’t long after the first, again i was in bed and it was late at night. I could hear scratching in or on the walls, all of me wanted to believe it was just a rat in the walls or in the roof but it sounded louder and harder than a rat or mouse should sound, again i convinced myself it was just a rat to get myself back to sleep. My last experience confirmed it all for me, i was older than the first two experiences i think about 15 or 16. My parents had gone out for the night and i was home alone, i was engrossed watching the television and I had heard my parents arrive home, walk up the porch and open and close the door, i was however still engrossed in the tv, trying to watch whatever it was while I could. In the corner of my eye I saw who I thought was my stepfather walk across the hallway to hang his jacket up as he usually would,I was still watching television. After a while I was confused as to why my parents had not entered the lounge room yet, they would always come say hello when they had gotten home, i looked around the house to find that they were not in the house, i checked for their car and sure enough it wasn’t there because they had not arrived home yet. I hadn’t experienced anything after that, in saying that i did move out of home not long after. The house did have alot of history, its an old old farm that I believe was around in the world war, there was so much to explore there. There was alot left behind from the past, I remember a fire place that had a cauldron hanging over it, there was so much to see on that farm. Although the experiences, They didn’t feel evil, there is something about that house now that makes me so drawn in and i really wish i could explore that house again.I believe we even had strangers asking to come and see the house and commonly we would have people just standing outside looking in. I know other people have had experiences there and i would honestly love to know what others went through there.