As I stated in my story Farewell from Grandpa (http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=22135) I have four very clear experiences I will write about. This is the second encounter. The third was farewell from dad (http://www.yourghoststories.com/real-ghost-story.php?story=22168.
After grandpa's estate had been settled, which entailed the selling of the house, we bought and moved into quite an old house in a suburb of Johannesburg called Albertville. At this stage my daughter was approximately 2 to 3 years old and my son 5 years old.
Within weeks of moving in we started renovating as the house was quite gloomy and we wanted to open it up, to let in a little light.
The minute the renovations started, strange things started happening. In the four years we lived there, my daughter would wake up every single night screaming her head off and running into my room. When I asked her why she would just say, "it's a pink thing, a pink thing, jump on me...". Every night, I would spend at least and hour or two trying to calm her down. I could only take her back to her room once she had fallen deeply asleep again. If I tried taking her back before she was fully asleep she would become totally hysterical.
Now I know people will say this is just a very young child having night terrors but I don't believe that for one minute. L (my daughter) was so terrified that she literally threw herself on me and clung to me so tightly that I had permanent bruises on the back of my neck. Her heart would beat so fast and she would be completely out of breath. I became extremely concerned.
Now, L and my son (D) were very close and also had an interconnecting door between their bedrooms and on most nights my son would end up sleeping with his little sister. D was terrified of his dad so would not seek solace unless I was on my own (this is not a good story, so leave it at that). When I asked D why he was in his sister's bed he would just say he was very, very scared and he had also started wetting his bed.
My ex and I also heard footsteps. The corridor in the house had a wooden floor and although I slept on the left side of the bed closest to the corridor I could not see down the corridor. Some nights you could clearly hear someone walk from the kitchen down the corridor towards my room. Many times, I would sit up and look toward the corridor to see who it was but the steps always stopped just outside my field of vision.
There were occasions when both my ex and I could feel someone flop onto the bed between us (you know what it feels like when someone dives onto your bed and you literally bounce...?) but we couldn't see anything.
When we finally sold the house and moved everything stopped. My son's bedwetting, my daughters "night terrors" (for want of a better word), the footsteps, everything just stopped and we became a "normal" (abnormal) little family.
In the 25 odd years since, I have never been back there, not to the house, nor the street, not even to the suburb. I haven't even tried to research or even want to know why this happened.
My children are now aged 29 and 31, and neither can recall this time. I know my daughter was too young but my son has completely blocked out his childhood and does not WANT to remember, so I have to respect that.
This is the only experience I, myself had that I cannot explain in one way or another.
Any suggestions? Ideas? I honestly don't know.