This happened in 1990. My ex-husband and I moved from Witbank to Pretoria. He got a new job there as a prison guard at the Pretoria Prison. We were waiting for accommodation supplied by his employer. Meanwhile we stayed at my aunt's house with her while waiting for a flat. She enjoyed it because she stayed alone in her old big house and she welcomed our company. The house is old but I didn't feel anything strange there, except for the room we stayed in. When entering the room it was just this feeling someone is watching you. For me it was nothing big so I just ignored it.
My son was about a year old at that time. One night he was showing his finger against the wall and the ceiling where his bed was, and this child really tried to show me something I didn't see. He was going on with "mamma mamma" and showing with his little finger and his face expression was surprised like he couldn't believe that I couldn't see what he tried to show me. I just knew he saw something strange because I could read his face. That went over and we weren't scared.
One night I woke up with somebody or something sitting on my feet. I thought that the cat came to sleep on my feet. Because of ghost attacks I had, I'm too scared to sleep on my back I sleep on my stomach because I feel saver. I tried to turn around because I wanted to get this cat so I thought of the bed but it was so heavy on both my feet so I tried to kick it of the bed. Kicking it is something I never should have done. I realized it was not the cat when the thing I kicked got so mad it grabbed me by the throat. I realized at that moment I kicked a ghost. I started to pray the Father and after the repeat of that prayer it left me. I jumped up and headed for the light. My son woke up and again showed with his finger in the same direction where he tried to show me something the other day. My ex is not sensitive to these things so he just looked at us puzzled and went back to sleep. It never happened again.
The room we stayed in was in line with a hallway that connected with a bathroom and the sitting room. I was busy brushing my teeth in the bathroom when my eye caught something. I turned my head and looked down the hallway. To my surprise I saw the ghost looking into the hallway just with his head as if he wants to check if it's save to enter from the sitting room into the hallway. This was strange. We meet eye to eye and I got a fright seeing him and he also got a fright when he saw me. It was as if he was shocked by the idea that I saw him. He backed into the sitting room. I never saw him again. He was grey colour. I could make out his face. He also had short grey hair.
I didn't tell my aunt about all of this because I didn't want to upset her. I just thought if they don't disturb her there is no need to scare her.
One day she was going through some old photo albums and she showed me photos from where she was young and I recognized the ghost I saw in one of the photos. I asked her who it was and she told me it was her husband. He died long time ago. I didn't know him I was too small when he died to remember him.
It is just something I can't understand the fact that ghosts seems to hide them from being seen by us and the others couldn't care less. Or is it just me experience it this way. But one thing is curtain I will never ever kick a ghost again in my life.
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