Norbury Avenue Mystery
Although I have lived in Australia for more than 40 years I was born in Pelsall - in Norbury Avenue, to be precise. When my parents first moved into their semi-detached house they befriended their new neighbours, a woman and her teenage daughter. Eventually the woman became ill and died, and the teenage girl became pregnant and chose to marry the baby's father. My mother stepped in to help, making her wedding dress and generally helping to organise everything.
Fast forward now to 1965. We were preparing to leave England. The house was empty apart from the mattresses on which we slept and our packed suitcases below. In the middle of the night my parents woke suddenly to the unmistakeable sounds of the suitcases being dragged around and opened, downstairs. Frightened, my father grabbed the only "weapon", a hand mirror, and they both crept downstairs, my mother hiding behind my father. The sounds continued as they made their way downstairs but ceased abruptly as they reached the ground floor. My father switched on the lights but there was nothing to see. Everything was as it should be.
Strangely, after such a frightening experience, my parents were able to go back to sleep quite quickly, and we left England for Australia the next morning. My parents puzzled over what happened but could come up with no solution until they met our new neighbour in Australia. She made the observation, without prompting, that my parents' deceased neighbour had come back to check that all was well for us before we left for Australia, as a thank you for all my parents had done for her daughter. I was only a baby at the time but both my parents were adamant that something very strange definitely happened in that house that night!
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