Monthly Archives: April 2014

Non-Fiction Fright Story of the Month – A Mother’s Tale

Non-Fiction Fright of the Month

As a counterpart to our fictional display of fright, the following story is, according to the author, a factual event. And while some may roll their eyes or sigh or shrug off the fact that it’s real, give yourself a moment to imagine such a thing having actually happened. Put yourself in the character’s shoes. Experience it. Let it wash over you.

This month’s story, A Mother’s Tale, details a cleaning lady’s close encounter with an anonymous stalker with a passion for taking pictures. As far as this writer knows, the story remains unexplained, leaving us to wonder about why it all happened. Why the photos? Why invite her in to discover them?

Seriously, ready your spine for some shivers, because this one is especially creepy.

A Mother’s Tale

In the mid-80s, my mum was a cleaner in Australia. She would clean houses in suburban areas and would sometimes do houses in rural/wine regions (we lived near both).

She would leave business cards at the local shops and got most of her business this way, and some through referrals and word of mouth.

One day she got a call from a lady who sounded like she was around 60, asking mum to clean her old farmhouse. She made a lot of odd demands and mum would usually meet clients before taking on new business. In this case, the lady did not want to meet mum and said she would leave the keys under the front doormat. Mum agreed mainly because the lady was quite obviously wealthy and was offering to pay mum substantially more than she would reasonably expect.

Mum went to the house on a Monday morning and said she already felt unnerved by the long driveway. The house was essentially in the middle of a very large, and very empty property. She found the keys and started cleaning.

About an hour in to the clean, she hears the back door shut. Mum was told no one would be at the house so she immediately felt unsafe. She stood frozen in the kitchen for what she said felt like 3-4 minutes although she said it could have been much longer. There was no other car on the property.

She wanted to leave immediately but had two rooms left to do, both were bedrooms. She said as time passed and she heard nothing else, she decided that perhaps it was nothing, or perhaps something had fallen and it wasn’t the door after all.

She walked up the hallway and stepped into the bedroom. All over the bed were black and white photos. As mum got closer, she realized the photos were all of her. Some were taken at our family home, and many others were taken at other houses mum would clean. Some pictures were taken through windows or over fences.

She used the house phone to call the police and immediately drive to the end of the driveway. The lady ended up being investigated but continued to claim that it was a break-in. After some time, the police stopped with their searching and we ended up moving to a new town 4 months later.

Every time mum tells me this story I get serious chills. Absolutely a true story too. To the day my mum thinks the lady had something to do with it. But why? And for what purpose?