This happened to me on the night of 6th of Feb., when I arrived in Auckland, New Zealand. It was a lovely day, my dad and his business partner were sitting, looking for us in the crowd. I ran to him and leaped into his arms. There was a lady standing next to him, she smiled sweetly at me, I smiled back and said "Hello" My dad looked at her and smiled, "Sheni, Shy (shy is a nickname for my brother) this is my girl friend Sharnel, who I told you about..." My face went blank, but I tried to hide it. I shook hands with her. I wasn't ready to hug her. They lived together in a 2 bedroom house in New Market. It wasn't quite big enough, so he bought a new house, in Manukau. He said we'll move in tomorrow, and for today we're sleeping over at his friend/business partner's (Andrew's) house.
We got into separate cars and drove off. We got to Andrew's house, it was quite big. It had 4 bedrooms and 2 visitors rooms. The four of us had separate rooms to sleep in, my dad and his girl friend in one room, me and my brother in 2 separate rooms. Me and my brother were upstairs. I jumped into bed after watching a movie with everyone. I dozed off, I heard my dad and his friend open the doors and climb up the stairs to watch some t.v, with the volume on low. I listened to it, and just opened my eyes, because the t.v was in the next room. I looked around the room, and there on top of the cupboard, I could see a figure, a man sitting on top of the cupboard, he looked like he was in his 40's, he was crouching down, looking at me. I felt uncomfortable, and I closed my eyes and began to pray, this is normal, because my uncle and aunt have taught me that's the first thing I should do.
The next morning as I woke up, the first thing I did was take a good look at the room, and I rubbed my eyes, washed and changed, and went down stairs. There was a corridor sort of place, full of pictures/portraits of old people. As I walked down, I saw that same man on a portrait, but about 10 years younger, I stared at it. "That was my great grandpa" I jumped and looked behind, a few feet away was Andrew smiling at me. "G' Morning" I said smiling back. He laughed politely and said, "this house has been passed on for 6 generations". My mouth dropped to the floor, "wow", I said looking at all the portraits. "Did you sleep well?" I smiled a bit weakly and said "Yes, thank you". He said "Good, that's good..." I stared at the picture once more and shook my head. Pretty much the end of the story. Thanks for reading! Take care and luck be with you always.