Our Family home in Auckland was a bit spooky.
If you sat at a certain place at the table you would see a man in a white shirt coming to the door, we used to laugh about it but visitors were not impressed when they used to say someone is coming to the door, we would laugh and say he never gets here.
We had a foxy die and you could hear her claws walking on the wooden floor in the hall way at night, we had a big carpet runner down the hall but she always walked on the wooded floor.
I swear I used to see my bed go done liked the dog had jumped on the bed.
I drive past the house some times when I am in Auckland and I want to go and knock on the door and asked if the man is still trying to get to the door, but they may call the police hahaha.
Shame to see the big section cross leased and another house on the property
