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My not yet husband and I were living in Bellevue Hill in Sydney. We had just rented the top half of a very nice duplex with a friend.
Everything was going well, enjoying the place etc etc.
The only small thing was that I noticed a certain tension walking down the hallway at night to go to the toilet. I became a little fearful. Still, being a sensitive person of active imagination I dismissed my feelings and didn't say anything to the two men I was living with.
Then one night my partner woke me in the night. He was still asleep but moaning. Assuming he was having a bad dream, I gently shook him. He didn't wake but continued the distressed moaning. I shook harder and finally he woke.
He looked at me distressed and visibly shaken. He told me that he had dreamt that someone was trying to enter his body. I had woken my partner from bad dreams before, always he had immediately turned over continuing his sleep. But this night it was some time before either of us returned to sleep.
The next night we slept. But the next morning our friend has a tale to tell. As he was sleeping he remembered that a woman had called him out into the hallway. He had thought it was me, but as he entered the hallway it turned into a woman on fire, burning, calling to him. He was very disturbed by this, saying that it had felt more real than a normal dream.
Soon after my friend had a talk with the people who lived below in the downstairs of the duplex. They told him that when our upstairs had been empty they used to hear footsteps and had even heard the toilet flush. We learned that a man had killed himself.
We didn't stay there long.