Oom Whitey

So we used to stay on the second floor of a flat which consists of three floors in a place called Westbury in Johannesburg. Which is one bad place. Anyway we moved out a couple of years ago. At our flat there was an old homeless man, who's name was Whitey. Not sure if that was his name but we all called him that I guess because he was a white man in a coloured area. Anyway, so he decided to make his small little home under our stairs of our flats. He used to get food from everyone staying around there and supplies etc.

One day in the heart of winter it was freezing cold and everyone was mostly in doors. As the days became a bit more warmer it started smelling and someone realized that it came from his place. We were shocked to find out that he had frozen to death in the winter. A lot of people were very sad as they liked him. He was not a nuisance and helped where ever he could.

Fast forward couple of years after School. Me and couple of my friends from the surrounding flats are coming from the club and we walk up the stairs heading to my flat to spend the rest of the night drinking at home and sleep over at my place. We see Oom Whitey standing on the stairs, and we all greet him. It was very dark as the stairs had no lights and all we could see was a dark figure, forgetting that he died and we were very drunk laughing and talking loudly. When he asks one of my friends for a light and they give him a lit cigarette and we continue walking up the stairs. When one of my friends remember that Oom Whitey past away a couple of years ago. We all turned back to see a smoke and nothing else where the figure was standing.

We ran to my flat as fast as our legs could carry us up that stairs and we all ended up sober from shock. Some people say they still see him walking around there and than disappearing into thin air