In early 1999 my sister and I moved into a very nice duplex in Faerie Glen, Pretoria. This place was modern, good to look at and well-kept.
This is also the place where I have experienced some of the most bizarre and unconventional spooky events of my life.
Beneath the staircase was a little storage room which I had converted into my own little computer room. I spent most of my nights there, playing games, surfing the net or doing some office work from home. At times, when things got unearthly quiet in the wee hours of the morning, I would feel that I wasn't alone in that small, cramped room. This feeling escalated a bit after a rather unnerving encounter.
As per usual, I was sitting at my computer, when I saw a long, hairy leg come across the top of my monitor. A white, hairy spider the size of my palm was slowly making its way over my monitor. Usually I am not too bothered by spiders, I actually like them quite a lot, but this one made me scoot my chair back against the wall behind me. It looked rather menacing and none too friendly. I sat there staring at the spider for a few seconds when it suddenly disappeared halfway through its trek down my monitor. It didn't fall or jump, it just wasn't there anymore. I sat there for a few seconds, trying to rationalise what I had just seen, but quickly decided that I would finish my work in the morning, and to hell with spook spiders!
Another common event in the duplex was a girl we used to see come down the stairs late at night. We would usually catch a glimpse of her while sitting around the table in the living room, or when we were watching tv or listening to music on my sister's stereo.
She would casually walk down the stairs, wearing blue jeans, boots and a blue tank top. Then, before she would reach the bottom of the staircase, she would vanish.
For a long time we were not too bothered by her, since she seemed to be residual in nature, a recording of a previous tenant simply walking down the staircase. We changed our theory one late night while my friend and I were watching movies at my house.
At around 1am we had just finished watching a DVD and were ready to go on to the next one, when I got up to get us some coffee. As I turned around I came face to face with our stairs girl, looking extremely angry. She was shouting and gesturing, a look of pure rage on her face, but we couldn't hear a thing. I took a few steps back, and she lunged forwards in the direction of my friend, then vanished, as she usually did on the staircase. We never saw her again after that encounter.
As this event piqued our interest, I asked around the complex to try and find the identity of our stair girl. The only possibility we could latch onto is from what we heard from the caretaker, who had lived in the complex since it first accepted tenants. Apparently the original owners of our unit had a very rebelious daughter in her late teens who had a thing for wild parties. One night, after one of these parties, she caught a lift home with a group of rather intoxicated friends. The car they were traveling in left the road and rolled, flinging her away from the wreckage. The friends survived, but she was declared dead at the scene. From the description given by the caretaker, we feel that it was her on the staircase.
It was also in this duplex that I had one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. I had been out with my girlfriend of two and a half years to celebrate my birthday, when she simply told me that she had been seeing someone else for nearly three months. We broke off the relationship right then and there. I had come home feeling extremely dejected and emotional. I didn't even bother going up to my bed, I simply flopped down onto the couch and fell asleep almost immediately.
Early the next morning at about 5:30 I was woken up by a slight nuzzling of my cheek by a rather cold, wet nose. I opened my eyes to stare at the most beautiful husky I had ever seen in my life. It had a glistening coat, and extremely beautiful ice blue eyes. It nuzzled my cheek a few times, then gave the side of my face a big lick. It then turned towards the hallway which led to the back door. It turned to me once, gave a small huff, then disappeared down the hall. I got up to follow it, but as I entered the hallway, I noticed that the back door was still locked and bolted, and the husky was nowhere to be seen. It had, however, managed to cheer me up considerably just by its mere presence.
The final event is probably the most bizarre I have ever had. It was late in 2003, about four months before I moved into my own place, when the following strangeness occured. I had been up rather late doing some 3D modeling, and was really tired when I eventually got to bed. I fell asleep not long after my head hit the pillow. I woke up in the early hours of the morning to find my bedroom door standing wide open. I found it a bit strange, since I never went to bed with an open door.
Thinking that I had just been too exhausted to bother closing the door, I lay there for a few minutes, contemplating whether I should get up or not. I eventually prepared myself to get up and close it, but as I was about to throw off the covers to get up, I saw a movement coming from the bathroom door next to my room.
A naked young woman emerged from the bathroom, walking towards the spare bedroom, the light outside our bathroom window illuminating her back. What was rather strange about her was that she had blue skin.
It was as if she was covered from head to toe in some form of luminous blue body paint.
I must have shifted slightly on my bed, because she stopped and looked towards me, a look of surprise on her face. We stared at each other for a few uncomfortable seconds, then she smiled, put her index finger to her lips and said: "Ssshhh". She flashed me another smile, then carried on walking, until she was out of my field of vision. I was sitting up in my bed, dumbstruck for several seconds, then got up and walked out towards the spare bedroom. Of course there was no-one to be found. My sister was snoring away in the room next door, and I checked the downstairs doors to find them securely locked and bolted. I eventually went back up to my room, closed my door, and shaking my head, settled down back into my bed to continue my sleep. During this event I never felt any sense of fear or dread, just an acute curiosity. To this day I still wonder what she was all about.