Last But Not Least: 63 Victoria Street

Here is the last of the ghost posts.There have been other creepy places we've lived in but I am bored of it all now. Ghost stories should be told and not written.
Right, Vic Street. I don't even know where to start. There have been numerous sightings and special effects here over the 12 years that we've called it home. I had a basement tenant leave because he said it was too spooky downstairs and that he felt someone, a man, watching him all the time. It was my astral body more than likely as the deadbeat didn't pay his rent. Hannah and Toria talk of seeing people who are there one minute and gone the next. Hannah got tucked in one night and it wasn't by me!
I felt someone sit on my bed while I was going to sleep and when I turned to see which child it was there was nobody there but the impression of someone's bottom in the duvet was left behind.
Toria came upstairs to my room to tell me supper was ready. I was sat staring out the window and didn't speak to her. She came back downstairs to find the real me in the living room. Who then was on my bed? Who indeed.
We have had the house smudged and blessed and Scioed and the Others leave for a bit but then they come drifting back. It is after all their home too. They have been here longer than we have. We would like to leave them here in peace but the house just won't sell and we can't leave until it does. Perhaps I should ask them to pull strings and get the job done. Hmmm... it's a thought.