Good Day... Me again...lol... The story I am about to tell you happened in Welkom in the Free State. My Grandmother lives in Welkom in one of the oldest suburbs in the Free State. It's called Flamingo Park. Never have I thought that I would experience all those things that happened in my Granny's house.
It was on a Friday in the winter of 2000, when we went to my granny's house for a visit. After arriving (we drove from Rustenburg) it was already dark and there was no time to play. We had to go bath and get ready for bed. (Being already after 10pm). As I went into the bath room I thought I saw a small boy (age round about 9) running towards the kitchen. I ran my water and got inside the bath. The next thing that happened was that the small boy was standing at the edge of the bath. I screamed so hard (even louder than an opera singer) that my father came bursting through the door. I told him what I saw and he said to me that it's impossible and that my mind is playing tricks on me because of the long drive. So I let it be.
The next day being Saturday, me and my younger sister went to my Granny's back yard to go and pick some oranges, and the next thing I saw this boy again standing at the orange tree looking at me and my sister. He was about 9 years old and had hazel eyes. He was wearing a khaki t-shirt with brown shorts. My sister who also saw him ran away shortly followed by me. We went straight to my Granny and told her what happened. She confirmed what we saw and said that she also saw him a few times by the orange trees.
The day before we left for Rustenburg (we visited my Granny for a week) I saw the boy again at the lemon tree, but this time the scene was horrific. It looked like that he was dangling from the lemon tree.
Now my conclusion was that he was murdered by his father. People told us that the family that used to live there was very pleasant except for the mother, she was very abusive towards her children, and that she killed her last born son.
I told my granny what I saw and she said that we must leave them in peace and that she will deal with them on the appropriate time...
Ever since we left my granny's house I never stop thinking about that boy. Even after my Grandmother cleansed the house, the memory of that young boy still haunts my thoughts today.