This is my first story here; I hope I tell it right. I can't remember exactly how old I was maybe 7 or younger I am twenty five years old now. My mom tells me this story all the time. Let me give you a little of my background. I am from Africa. I have eight siblings. My family lived in the city. Every summer my family returned to our small village which is a very rural place.
We were in the village one summer. My siblings were playing outside. My mother came out of the house and told them she was going to visit a relative whose house where not too far from ours. As for me, I had fallen asleep on the kitchen bed (In the village the kitchen is always build separately from the main house and inside there is always a bed or two made of bamboo). My mom came back hours later with some guavas the relative has given her for us. She gave some to my siblings. She then asked my sisters where I was to give me some as well. My sister told her I was still sleeping. She got worried and asked if I was sick because I had been sleeping for a long time. My sisters said they didn't know.
So my mom came in the kitchen to check on me. She called me and tried to wake me up but I didn't wake up. My other siblings tried to wake me up; when I still didn't wake up (I am not a heavy sleeper), they knew something was wrong and called for help which was mostly other people in the village. The hospital there is way too far away and we didn't have a car at that time so they couldn't count on that. Nothing had happened that day that would have explained why I wasn't waking up. I didn't have a fever or anything. I appeared asleep that was all.
Please keep in mind that this is a place where there is no doctor or medicine or anything so you may find some of the methods used a little strange but they are all true. They shook me, they poured cold water on me, and they took me outside hoping the sunlight will help but still no response. They poured hot sand on me and tried to make me inhale black pepper maybe to get me to sneeze, no response. All along my mother was calling my name and asking me to please come back.
After a good 20 minutes of trying to wake me up, I was taken in the forest and hold against a big tree, house to big red ants. After minutes of being bitten by the ants I finally woke up. We all went back to the village. That night in our room my sister asked me if I remembered anything of what had happened. It is hard to explain; it was like I saw everything they were doing to me but from a distance. It is only years later when I was a teenager that I remembered where I was. I was in the yard with my grandmother (she is still alive). She was trying to take me with her. Insisting I go with her but wouldn't tell me where we were going. I remember the feeling of really wanting to go with her but the sound of my mom's voice kept reaching out to me. I told my grandma to let me go see what my mother wanted and that I will be back with her. She kept insisting I go with her and see my mother later. But my mom voice was just what I wanted to follow.
When I left to go see my mom, I think that's when I woke up. My sisters think It was a bad spirit disguised as my grandmother that tried to take me and I would have died if I had left with 'it". They think that believe my family has have her share of paranormal experiences mainly haunted houses for years. But I don't know?
I'm just glad I woke up that day.