The Angry Lady That Oppressed Me

Good day YGS! Long time reader, I found this site when my experience below happened and have been reading ever since. Recently, I felt I was finally able to write it down and share it. My experience may seem not so hectic, when compared to others. However, it left me shaken for quite some time.

About 20 odd years ago, my family was considering moving somewhere closer to the city - Johannesburg - for work commuting practicality and our house was built before WWII and full of odd goings on that we didn't feel like living with anymore. My sister and I, even though we were in our pre-teens, were kept in the loop and taken to all house viewing trips. We found a house we liked, in a good area and we went to meet the owner, to discuss the purchase offer. While my parents were negotiating in the lounge, my sister and I were sitting in the TV room and we both felt odd in the space, as if there was a heaviness in the air that made us want to be still.

A little history on the house: It was newly built on a piece of land that previously had no buildings on it. The previous owner had built it for his family and soon after he had gone through a divorce and simply didn't need a house of that size any more. So the building itself was approximately 5 years old, when we moved in and had only had one resident. The neighbourhood is located next to a large dam/lake, with public picnic areas, slides, jungle gyms, swings, etc.

Over time, I experienced several things. I would hear the phone ringing when it wasn't, which I attributed to my mind just playing tricks on me. Things hanging from my cupboard keys would swing and knock against my cupboard doors, which I couldn't explain... As my windows were closed when it would happen and there were no gusts of wind.

In mine and my sister's rooms, we had these ceiling lights that were made of three spot lights, the kind you can move to direct light to certain parts of the room. While falling asleep, you could hear the lights creak, at first you think, "Oh, it's just the material expanding and contracting with heat, totally normal." Then we started to notice that when we woke up in the morning, all three spot lights would be facing the bed. You would hear the creaking when working at the desk, again thinking expansion from heat and notice when you got up from the desk, all three lights were now pointing towards the desk. This happened if you spent several minutes in one specific area of the room. On a daily basis these lights would move, my mom thought we were just imagining things, until she spent some time at my desk on the pc and found all the lights facing her when she got up, and having noticed they weren't in that position when she entered the room. You always felt like you were being 'watched', as if someone was right behind you all the while, anywhere in the house. I told myself it was EMF, to be honest we never tested it though.

I would feel someone stroking my cheek, while I slept. I would be half awake, during the light sleep phase... Notice the sensation, then jolt upright and awake. I thought that I was imagining things, being half asleep and all. Then one evening a friend stayed over. We had made a bed on the floor for her, next to my bed, so we could chat through the night... As teenage girls do:) The next day she told me that she awoke during the night and saw a girl kneeling next to my bed and stroking my cheek. Somehow, I knew exactly what the girl looked like before she told me. I explained the girl I could see in my 'head' and she confirmed it was the same. I'm one of those people who sleep with my eyes half open and sometimes completely open... Could this be why I knew the girl, without an awareness of having ever seen her?

Somewhere between 15 and 17, I estimate. Every now and then, I'd say maybe weekly, I would get this flash image in my head, only while in my room. The image was of me throwing or stabbing someone in the stomach with an axe! This image came from nowhere and would disappear just as quick. I never saw the surroundings or the person, the image was focused and came with an overwhelming sensation of intent, is the best way I can think of to describe it. It scared the s@#% out of me! Thought I was becoming a sociopath. Thankfully, the images stopped.

One evening, I was lying in bed, still awake just relaxing. I rolled over, with my eyes closed and suddenly it was as if I had opened my eyes. I saw my room, exactly as it was, with the light right, as I had my bedside lamp on... I remember being confused for a second, as I knew my eyes were closed. Suddenly, I saw myself pop up in front of me. You know when you crouch on the floor, on your elbows and knees, then sit up on your knees, that's what it looked like. But the eyes I was looking at, in my own face, were not my own. I tell you, I opened my eyes very, very quickly! A little shaken, but again chalked it to imagination at that point.

Fast forward to my mid-twenties (2011) and yes, still living with my folks. I had just finished my degree, after a 4 year break after high school. Was working full time and saving money. I started to have strange sensations while falling asleep. It started with feelings of 'energetic waves' coursing through my body. From my belly button/stomach area, expanding outwards in both directions, over and over for a little while, then it would just stop. I figured it wasn't anything to worry about, must just be something that happens when going from awake to asleep, and only now becoming aware of it. This experience would happen every now and then, say once or twice a week over a few months. It would intensify each time and one night, the sensation changed. Hmmm it felt as if I was a body of water and I felt another drop of water fall into me, exactly at my belly button. It rippled and merged, exactly how you would imagine a puddle felt when a rain drop hit it. I've always been interested in the paranormal and supernatural, however, it always scared me some, so I never dabbled in anything.

I had never read about any experiences like mine so I asked some friends with similar interests. No one was sure what it could mean and was told that I should use my gut instinct. If I felt threatened or uncomfortable with it, then I should assert my intention and tell 'it' to go away or stop. At this point I wasn't threatened by this feeling, more curious, so I let it be... Still half thinking it was just an awareness thing.

Shortly after the 'water drop' incidence, I was waiting to fall asleep and I saw this angry looking lady storm into my room, stomp straight to me and start strangling me. I fought and struggled but she was strong and on me. I was struggling to sit up, breath, fight! Then I was on the floor, in my room, I could feel the carpet under me, but my body and limbs were all floppy, my body was alien to me. I remember trying to drag myself along the floor, like my legs just wouldn't respond, as I could distinctly hear my mother and grandmother chatting in the TV room. I could see the light at the end of the hall, through my open door and the flickering of the TV. I tried calling out to them, while dragging myself, but nothing was coming out. Everything was so much work, so much harder than it should be. All of a sudden, I jolted up right in bed and inhaled the deepest breathe I think I've ever taken. I was still in bed, I wasn't on the floor and I was exhausted. Now I was petrified of these sensations.

A couple of nights later, I was in bed and I felt that sensation start and the feeling I had when I saw the lady, I mustered my strength, faced my door and with total conviction said, "BACK OFF!" The sensation quickly retreated, to my absolute relief!

Coincidentally, at about this time, a friend recommended a medium to me. She didn't know of my experiences but mentioned her to me, as she had just had a great experience with her during a Reiki session.

I made an appointment and asked the medium if she knew what the sensations were. She looked quite startled and told me it was a sign of something trying to 'posses' me. I broke down into tears, I had no idea what to do next, I was so scared... This didn't help, I know. My sister had cleansed the house, after my experience of the strangling, the medium said it didn't help, she was still there, that this spirit was strong. She did home cleanses, but I didn't dare that route, as my father has a massive fear of this kind of stuff (due to some experiences in his childhood). I got home and cried on my mother and told her what the medium had said. Now we all didn't know what to do.

The nights that followed, I slept in my sister's room. On the nights she didn't sleep at home, I could sense the angry lady there. I focused on my bubble, made it strong and bright white. But I could feel her all the same, I felt like she was there, crouched on the floor next to the bed. This is when my cat would jump up, hiss and dart out the room.

We employed a domestic worker, at the time, let's call her M. M is a very spiritual lady. On a side note, she became a pastor and has recently opened her own church. M was chatting to my sister and told her she heard female singing from my room, while she was alone in the house. My sister then told her of my experiences.

Well, I tell you, this wonderful lady took no prisoners. The next day, while me, my sister and mom sat on the couch at the TV, M marched into my room and had it out with the angry lady. We could hear her, first chatting calmly, then her talking intensified. We didn't know what she was saying, as she was speaking in her native language. I remember feeling/seeing the angry lady after a little bit of this, she was by the fireplace, glaring at me. I just looked straight ahead and ignored her. Then suddenly, I literally felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. A couple of minutes later, M came out of my room. I gave her the biggest hug. My room, was warm again and I could sleep there no problem.

When I go back to my parents' place, I'm still a little uneasy in that hallway. But nothing like how it used to be. I still avoid sleeping over there though or going there alone at night.

Thank you for taking the time to read about my experience.