Appoja Production. Welcome back to the Chills, the Spooky Story Podcast. It's hard to believe unless, of course, it happened to you. If you've got a story that you reckon can give us the chills, then you can email us at the Chills atpodshape dot com. And that's exactly what Lily's done. From Brisbane. Let's get into a story. What a do
you secret? Now? So picture this Lily and Jack. They're a young couple, just like us, and they're dreaming big, saving up and finally snagging their first home in one of Brisbane's North Side suburbs. The new house is a classic Queenslander, a beautiful elevated home with those signature wide verandahs and high ceilings. It's the perfect blend of style and comfort, just the way they liked it. The first few months for Lily and Jack were sunshine and rainbows.
They painted the walls planet flowers and even tackled some do it yourself projects. Jack tried his hand at fixing the leaky tap. It wasn't perfect, but Lily says it was okay. Then one night, Lily began hearing soft footsteps downstairs. When spoiler alert, No One was there. Jack started noticing his keys would vanish, only to pop up in the most random places, like the freezer. Maybe the ghost had a sweet tooth Jack joke one night, trying to lighten
the mood. Lily wasn't so sure. So then one weekend in summer, Lily and Jack decided to explore underneath their Queenslander. Now, if you've ever lived in one of these beauties, you know the space beneath the house can be like its own little world, filled with old boxes, forgotten treasures, and the occasional possum or rats. Lily started rummaging through a few old boxes, which she didn't recognize. She stumbled across a dusty old photo album tucked away in a corner.
In her curiosity, she called Jack over to try and help her out. They sat down together, flipping through pages filled with family photos. They weren't Lily and Jack's family photos. There were other people's. There were doggie had pages, and one picture that made them both do a double take. There she was a woman standing in their very living room,
looking very out of place. She had a sad smile and was holding a teacup that screamed, I belong in the nineteen fifties kitchen, not a modern day Brisbane house. Intrigued and a little bit creeped out, they started asking around about the house's history. Enter the lady next door. We'll call her Missus Thompson. She was the neighborhood's unofficial history guru and Bingo night champion. She said the house used to belong to the Anderson family, but she also
said something terrible had happened about thirty years ago. Missus Anderson just disappeared without a trace, and no one ever found out what happened to her. Lily and Jack were a little freaked out and couldn't believe that she just vanished. So they got to the bottom of it, and they dove into old newspaper articles. They found an article about Missus Anderson and a disappearance. She was a single lady
living alone in the Queenslander that they now occupied. One night in a Brisbane storm, she went missing, and during extensive searches, no one ever found out any clues about where she went. As Lily and Jack dug deeper the strange happenings in their house. Ramped up doors would slam shut on their own, and Lily often felt a cold breeze sweep through the room, even though all the windows
were locked. Jack also started having vivid dreams about Missus Anderson, seeing her standing by the window looking lost and annoyed. One night, Lily decided she'd had enough. She wanted to confront whatever was haunting their home. She lit some candles, of course she did, because what's a ghost story without candles, and she sat in the living room holding the old photo of missus Anderson. She called Missus Anderson's name and said, we're sorry for what happened, but we want to help
you find peace. Suddenly, the room went cold, the candles flickered like they were trying to send a message, and Lily says she saw a faint figure of a woman standing by the window. The woman's eyes were filled with sadness and maybe a hint of frustration, just like Jack had seen in his dream. Please, the woman whispered, help me. Lily and Jack knew that they had to do something, so they dug a bit deeper into the story of
missus Anderson. They discovered that she had been seen arguing with someone on the night she disappeared, but no one knew who it was or what the argument was about there were no signs of break in, no struggle, just an empty house and a lingering mystery. They were determined to try and bring some closure, so Lily and Jack decided to honor missus Anderson's memory. They hosted a small gathering for the neighbors, sharing what they'd learned and asking
if anyone had any more information. Now, this next bit's unbelievable, but we'll call the person mister Harris. He was apparently an old bloke that lived on the same street and had been there for over forty years. He revealed that he saw miss Anderson a few days before she vanished, looking distressed and talking to herself in the garden. She seemed like she had a lot on her mind, he said. With his new lead, Lily and Jack organized a community search,
hoping to find any looked evidence. They became essentially a true crime podcast. While searching in the backyard under that infamous Morton Bay fig tree, they found a hidden spot where Missus Anderson used to sit. There beneath the tree was a small box containing personal letters and some photos.
It turned out Missus Anderson had been planning all along to leave town and start fresh and something must have gone wrong, and that was the end of Jack and Lily's search to find out the truth for Missus Anderson, apart from a small memorial that they set up under that tree in the garden that often like candles and plant flowers, where Missus Anderson had spent most of her time, And that was when things began to change inside the house. The air felt lighter and the house returned to its
peaceful state. Lily and Jack felt a sense of relief and fulfillment, knowing that they'd helped Missus Anderson find the peace she'd been searching for. Unbelievably, Lily and Jack still live in that Queenslander on the north side of Brisbane. The home itself now is quiet and peaceful, and Jack's keys occasionally still go missing. If you've got a story to tell like Lily and Jack's, maybe you want to email us at the Chills at podshake dot com. We'll see you next time.