Ghost From The Past

I just want to share what had happened to me growing up in a small village. I should tell you that I lived with my parents in a small, fisherman village in the north part of Sulawesi Island in Indonesia. Well, my parents are native in that small village and has been living there all their life. I too was a native there and always been living there until I have moved to the big city when I was 22.

The first encounter to the supernatural and unexplainable things happened to me when I was a little girl, this story actually being told by my parents. My dad told me that when I was about 2 or 3 years old I would cry in the middle of the night for no reason and when I started to cry there would this sound of, kind of a mix of bird chirping and woman laughs sounds coming from below my window. I would cry even louder when I heard the horrid sounds and nobody know what kind of sound that was. I mean my mom heard it, my dad heard it but when my dad went out to check there was nothing there, but the sounds continued. And the closer my dad to the bushes where the sounds was heard the more the hair of his back stood up but when my dad check the bushes there was nothing there but the sounds kept getting louder.

Having realized that this was something other than this world he rushed back inside, boiling some water and he pour the boiling hot water to the bushes outside my window and then the sound turned into some kind of woman yelled in pain mix with cat groan and after that the sound would stop and I would stop crying. It happened almost every night, I wonder how my parents survived that and still they didn't move out of the house.

One event that my parents told me and I actually recalled it is this events. It was an afternoon my dad just got back from fishing and my mom was with my dad in the kitchen and they heard me talking in my bedroom, they heard me saying, "But I don't want to help you" (I said that in my native tongue). I kept saying that while talking to whatever it was under my bed. My mom and Dad found me chest against the floor, talking to the blank space under my bed.

But I remembered that one event and I know exactly that I wasn't talking by myself or talking to the blank space under my bed. I remember precisely that I was talking to a wounded man, dress like an old time soldier and he was missing one leg. And I remember what he was asking me, he wanted me to pull him out of under the bed but I didn't want to help him because I thought he was so scary.

My parents told me since I was a little girl, I always talked but I didn't talk to people, I talked to a blank space. Sometimes I talked to the corner of the room and I would call whoever it was I talked to by their name and my parents told me their names was familiar because it was actually the name of my deceased relatives. That freaked out people. And sometimes they would politely said no to my parents when asked to babysit me.

One night my mom and I visited my grandma who lives with my aunt and spent the night there while my dad was in hospital, taking care of his sister-in-law who at the time was sick with cancer. And out of nowhere in the middle of the night I screamed and cried and called out to my sick aunt (my dad's sister-in-law) over and over again until few minutes since I started crying the home phone of my grandma's rang and it was my dad informing us that his sister-in-law had passed away.

That was the strange, supernatural things that I experienced when I was little. Some I remember some I got from my parents' recollection. And since then I sometimes would get a premonition about things and feels some presence but that would be on another stories.