5 years ago, when moving into our apartment, I was given my late father's ashes.
I placed them temporary in my bedroom cupboard, until we scattered them as my dad requested.
Sean and Steven share a bedroom. We went to bed about 10pm, exhausted from the move. At about 1.30am Sean my eldest son, started screaming (he was 16 yrs old at the time) I ran into their bedroom. Put the light on.
Sean was being thrown around on the bed , almost as if someone was wrestling with him,
BUT he was alone on the bed. He was thrown off the bed, smack bang !!!!!
He was screaming at me, telling me to get rid of the person. We searched under the bed, behind the cupboard there was no-one.
Sean's arms were red with marks and I mean red red eina red
We managed to calm him down, told him he had had a bad nightmare. He was adamant that someone was physically fighting with him. We never slept much after that.
The following night, Steven was lying in bed busy texting, Sean was stuyding he got up to go to the bathroom, on returning the lamp was turned the other way. He moaned at Steven for turning the lamp around, Steven swore he never did, and said Sean must have turned the other way. We are all on edge now, freaking now, THEN WHO MOVED IT THE OTHER WAY AROUND.
The following morning at 5am, I was in the kitchen, getting ready to do a load of washing. As I wanted to pick up the plug, if lifted off the floor and landed in my hand.
I LOST IT COMPLETELY and wet myself.
That same day, while driving my car, we were chatting about my late father, suddenly the alarm went off and would not stop, the door knobs lifted upwards.
That night while watching tv, a terrible noise in the kitchen startled us, the pots and pans in the cupboards began to bang against one another.
That same night, Sean got attacked again, this time is was absolutely terrifying, the way he was tossed and thrown around.
We never slept an inch that night, and started surfing the net for some answers. Bad choice, it left us more scared than ever.
The following day I approached our caretaker, and mentioned to her what was happening. From her reaction I knew something had happened in our apartment. Eventually after a lot of persuasion, she told me a father and daughter lived in the apartment 2 years ago. Deon had a heart attack and died in the apartment.My neighbour, who was friends with the father and daughter, came into our apartment and showed me where Deon had slept and had died
THE VERY SAME SPOT WHERE SEAN'S BED IS !!!!!!!
OMG when the guys come home from school I must tell them THIS !!
I took my dad's ashes with me when I collected the guys from school. We went to the spot where my dad wanted his ashes scattered, said a pray, said our good byes and scattered the ashes.
Thing have calmed down, but not altogether. Thanks god, Sean is left alone now. The pots still sometimes bang against one another, the lamp has turned around often. Doors have opened and closed.
Now when strange things happen, we make light of it, and tell my dad, and the old man Deon, we are okay, and how much we love them.
I must admit, I am still very much on edge, over the weekends, especially now that Sean and Steven are hardly ever home and sleep out.
LoL if you know the time difference in South Africa, you will see I am often on line in the early hours of the morning.
It may sound scary but I enjoyed it.
