The Haunted House - The Undertaker
My story begins in the company house that was consigned to our family by my Father's job in Botswana, Gaborone in the 1990's. I was about 5 years of age when we moved in and about 11 or 12 years old when we left. I say that it was the beginning of the para-experiences by family members and myself, but in all honesty, I can account personal para-occurrences in my early childhood also. Although, my experiences as a toddler were of a far more personal nature, I believe (as does each family member whom resided there at that time) that the company house was haunted, in-and-of-itself. Almost every family member whom lived at this house can recount a ghost encounter, strange feelings and bizarre experiences.
It was late in the evening, anywhere between 8:30 PM and 11:00 PM GMT and it was one of the only times that my brother and I were allowed to stay up late. Note: It is a bit difficult to describe the layout of the house so I hope it will not hinder your ability to understand my story.
My brother was a little bit older than me, about 2 years, he was about 8 years old and I was maybe 6 years old. We were sitting on the floor in the center of our lounge watching television when we decided to go and get some blankets as it was getting late and cold. We got up and went to the bedrooms to get our blankets.
I was in front of him and wrapped the blanket over my shoulders with its tails dragging at my feet. As I reached the lounge area, I looked over the couch to the sitting room which had a dining table, some chairs, my hamster-cage and decorations. And, sitting on the chair, as clear and in-the-physical as you and I, was a man with his chair turned towards the lounge area. He wasn't looking at us, instead he was writing in a book and he seemed to be completely distant and withdrawn while conducting this task (as if in his own world). What also struck me was the way in which this picture was portrayed to us, the energy around him seemed to engulf the entire sitting room, as if... If we were to shout our very loudest, it would not penetrate the ball of energy surrounding it nor would he hear or notice it. Now that I think about it, maybe this is what people mean when they refer to an impression.
Well, I was so incredibly frightened that I did not speak a word and almost fell over, completely paralyzed with fear, to the ground. I covered my face as far as I could with the blanket and lay there with my back to the sitting room trying in all ways not to draw further attention to myself.
After a few seconds, I felt my brother lay down behind me but I was still too scared to turn around. After a few seconds, with effort, I turned rigid and terrified to my brother. He was staring directly at me, his eyes wide with panic as he struggled to grasp his breath, and then he said "Did you see that?" And I said, "Yes!", at which point, we both sat up immediately and looked towards the sitting room. There was nothing there! Moreso, there was also no person sitting on the chair. I can't remember now, some twenty years later if the chair was pulled out, but the sitting room, as I remember it, looked precisely the same, just without the man and the energy.
When my brother and I discussed it later, he said that he had been walking behind me and when he saw me glance to the sitting room, he had become curious as to what I was looking at. Upon looking at the sitting room, he had seen a man sitting on the chair writing and clasping his hands together. We both described the man, quite similarly to the WWF wrestler, 'The Undertaker' which I became familiar with a year or two after this event. He was wearing all-black (with the exception of his t-shirt), a leather jacket and he had long dark hair and pale skin. Despite this harrowing experience, I felt a connection with the WWF character and I've been cheering the Undertaker on for the last 25 years, ever since I saw his ghost-doppelganger when I was just a little girl.
The Haunted House - A Visit from a Past Relative
This para-experience takes place in our house in Gaborone, Botswana.
Our family was visiting for the evening and loved to chatterbox for hours. We also had a rather large family, and on my mother's side alone, she has four immediate siblings whom are/were all married and have kids. We were in the living room and my brother was playing Nintendo (yes! Nintendo lol) in his room. He came running out and burst into the braaii area, his eyes widened in panic and alarm. He was gasping for air and eventually my father commanded him "Quiet down now, and tell us what happened?" At which my brother said he had been sitting on the chair playing Nintendo (a rather large mirror was hung directly next to the TV but as you might know, a mirror shows various angles of a room) and when he looked at the mirror next to the TV, he had seen a man peering through the window looking at him.
At that moment I knew that he had experienced contact with a ghost because I had seen a familiar figure in the same vicinity prior to that night. Although I was not one to discuss it. Also, I must be honest with you, this was so many years ago that my memory of the events and experiences I've had have definitely fluidified. One thing I can say is I remember smiling to myself because I knew exactly what had happened and I also knew it was harmless, whilst other family members may have had their doubts.
My brother's description of the man reminded me quite a bit of my grandfather who had recently passed. So it will always be a question in my mind of the friendly ghost that we saw around during that period, was it an unfamiliar person or a recently deceased relative?
The Haunted House - A Ghost Killed My Dog
This para-experience once again, takes place in our house in Gaborone, Botswana.
I'm not sure how other people experience the unseen-worlds attempt-after-attempt to make contact with us but I can surely say that it can become more regular, escalate in activity and its ability at times. This took place maybe 1 year or so before we left our Botswana house (and we left much like the people you see on movies; fearful, desperate and victimized but without-a-doubt believers in the paranormal).
It is unfortunate that I never kept a diary so when I now try to relay stories to people, I rely solely on my cruddy memory because all that I can tell you of this time is that each person in the house had had unexplainable events/experiences and that even my Mother seemed put-off and scared about living in the house. The paranormal experiences were frequently occurring and further demanding of attention.
At the time, we had a dog and his name was 'Streak'. He was a Foxterior and a good dog. For some reason, I remember that Streak had been antagonizing the para-entities in our house. One thing I do remember is his incessant barking and growling (especially at night), he was making a stand to protect us. About one or two weeks after Streak's consistent courageous acts, we found him pitted on a spike on our gate. Now, the gate was one of those regular gates which had a bar and then a spike in between which was quite sharp, and then a bar and then a spike and so on. The bars from the bottom were close together and had no spikes but from about a metre up, the pattern of bar-spike-bar would begin.
The space between the bar, and then the spike, and then bar was about 10cm to 15cm long and placed not nearly close to a height that a dog can jump. And yet, there he was. Although you would think that he would be crushed, it was not the case. He had somehow managed to get his head and shoulders through without breaking a bone and landed directly onto a spike which ran through his chest and pierced his heart instantaneously.
We buried him in the back yard, we had a ceremony for him and everything (and we are Catholics) whereby we all got to say our goodbyes. We placed flowers on his grave and for a while, I think there was even a little cross over him.
After a while, I remember I never liked visiting his grave site in our yard. My family would say, "If you'd like to see Streak, you can go to his grave and lay flowers. Don't be sad for him."