I was about 7 years old living in Worcester (western cape). My Grandad had just passed away and for some reason my mum refused to sleep in any of the bedrooms. We were house sitting that evening!
My mum told me that we should sleep next to the fireplace in the lounge cause it was cold, with the fire on and not safe if I must add. My mum said to me to sleep behind her as it's not safe for me to face the fireplace so I faced the my grandfather's bedroom.
After a while my mum and I fell asleep and I was woken up by some weird feeling, and when I opened my eyes I saw a tall figure with a long black hooded coat. As I try to scream, it lifted its head and opened his mouth and I could only see red while he opened his mouth. I was sooo afraid.
I eventually woke my mum to tell her and she said to me, "I know, just turn around and close your eyes and it won't bother you!" I was so terrified, but I think she was more terrified than me.
What could that have been? I can still see it fresh in my mind as if it happened yesterday. Something that I will never forget. My mum never wants to talk about it... She is 60 years old this year.
I was told that my Grandfather's house were build on a graveyard. The day he died all his animals he kept went wild and crazy! He had 2 or 3 dogs, geese, chickens, 2 pigs and mind you, they all were kept on the same spot in the backyard which was closed off and they all got along like a happy family, but the day my Granddad died the went ballistic... A strange wind started blowing for 30 seconds or so... All his animals died a week later... Don't know why.