My Girragundji - Mia

By Noble3N

  • The Hairyman

    There's a bad spirit in this house. My aunty is lucky, she has a playful spirit. The Hairyman in our house is real bad. One time I almost touched him, if i did i could've lost my voice, choke to death or just die.

  • The Incident P1

    The Hairyman grabbed one of my sisters. He could've grabbed half a dozen of them for all i care. I'm the oldest of the boys, the rest of them wouldn't be any good if the Hairyman got me. Anyway, one night the Hairyman grabbed my sisters throat. We were all chasing her through the house. My big sister, Sue, thought she was gonna scare the rest of us, so she hid in the darkest room and kept quiet. No one could find her. Then all we could hear was her screaming her lungs out. We raced in.

  • The Incident P2

    She was still screaming, with her hands clawing at her neck. Nearly turned white, white as a migaloo. She was crying her eyes out and cursing saying it was one of us boys mucking around, but she knew it wasn't any of us. The hands she felt, were hairy, wrinkly, yucky, old. With her screaming and running the Hairyman took off, but we knew he'd be back.

  • Sharyn

    This migaloo jalbu, Sharyn, smiled at me in maths today. I tried to smile back, the best i could do was sort of a chonky-apple smile. Back home Chicky, my little sister, starts to tease. "Sharyn's got the hots for you, na na nanaa na!" Next day i dawdle down our street to school. I dont reckon Sharyn will smile at me today. She's there again, Sharyn, hanging off her front fence. She's giving me that smile. I try to smile back, i go all fizzy like i've eaten a bucketful of sherbet. The bell goes.

  • He's back.

    I'm trying not to listen to the Hairyman. He won't come yet. Not until the racket dies down out the back, not until it's really quiet. There it is. I know where he is by the sound of his feet on the lino. They stop in the doorway of our room. I watch the handle slowly move. I can't breathe. I try and scream. I can't. Something lands on me, he's got me. I can feel his hands around my throat. Wait, they're my hands. You idiot!