There is a house in the suburbs of western Sydney that’s said to be haunted. This became clear after an overnight stay.

Ironically, it is the flesh and blood occupant and owner, an esteemed and charming person, who is besieged by his own ghosts and torment. Over him, like the Sword of Damocles, hang scandalous accusations and impending health issues that make apparent re-visitations seem like light entertainment.

In this house in Oakhurst, it is the living that can’t been seen.