My uncle died in 1982 and he had a really cool apartment in the best location. He actually died in his sleep in the bedroom. I applied for the place and got it. I moved in right after the funeral, it was allright, my family agreed it was too good an opportunity to miss and wished me well. I was only there a couple of weeks and one night about midnight the bed started shaking. Same bedroom he died in but we threw his bed out naturally. I wasn't game enough to open my eyes in case I saw him standing at the end of the bed shaking it. I spent the worse night ever. The shaking only lasted minutes but my fright lasted all night. When the sun came up I was only too glad to join it and put the radio on during breakfast. It's then I heard the report of a minor earth tremor to hit Melbourne. Earth tremors are so rare in Melbourne that I would never have thought of it. Blimey, I was so relieved. My biggest mistake was telling my family. I still cop it every now and then how I thought I was being hassled by a ghost , haha, I can cop it sweet.