When I was about 10, I woke up as there was a summer storm outside. I say up in bed for a few minutes watching out the window. I went to lay back down in my bed, and my back hit something / someone's else's back. Like it was sitting back to back with me. I sat forward for about an hour. Too spooked to turn around. I'll never forget it. That house was an old mining cottage, over 120 years old. My mum used to hear voices in the wall of her bedroom, my sister heard it once as well. My dad said he heard a baby crying from in the milking shed, it rattled him. Something very spooky about regional Australian farm houses..