When I was eight my family and I went on a holiday for the Xmas break before the next school year started. My parents Me last Halloweenìrented the top story of an old B&B run by an elderly couple in one of the oldest places in Western Australia. The local pub in town was rumored to be haunted however as children this information was kept from us. I was not too young to sense our accommodation had a very distinct uneasy vibe to it. One night the couple who ran the B&B were required to attend a funeral and left my family to attend to ourselves overnight. My Mum said her goodnights and retired to her room with my Dad and my sister ,my brother and I quietly discussed the days events in quiet whispers. It was a quiet night and being an old weatherboard cottage the walls were paper thin. Our childish chatter and occasional bursts of laughterwould often keep our parents awake and my older sister was getting impatient keeping my brother and I quiet. Our conversation started slowing down as we grew tired and settled into our beds, we were all suddenly wide awake at the sound of our Mum yelling my younger brother name from downstairs. Mums voice sounded panicked and stressed. My brother immediately got up and half ran, half stumbled out of our bedroom. As he got to the stairs, Mum stepped out of her bedroom and said, “That isnt me kids." Mum looked scared, her eyes and mouth were open wide in disbelief. Then she turned to us, her face morphing back instantly to normal Mum. But that only lasted a second "Get back in your room!" She yelled at my brother and me. "Close the door and stay in there until I say so!" My brother ran back to the room he shared with my sister and I and before we slammed the door behind us as I caught a glimpse of my Dad bolt down the stairs to face whatever/whoever was mimicking my Mum - svl81svl"