My Aunty tells the story of a house in Island Bay that my Nana use to own, and when my Mum was a girl her and her sisters would go up and and stay there, the hated it and really creepy things would happen there. Then when my Aunty got older her and her husband lived in it, really creepy things would happen like things would go missing. Also when they were both in bed late at night they would hear a car pull into the drive way then the sound of a key in the door and footsteps walking down the hallway. Now that is some freaky stuff.