When I was about fourteen years old my cousin died of AIDS. His father lived in a town about six hours away and he came to Johannesburg for the funeral. He stayed with us during this time.
The night of the funeral I had been feeling strange since leaving the funeral. That night I went to bed while everyone was still asleep and woke up suddenly and had this intense fear - as if something woke me up. But the whole house was silent. Everyone had gone to bed. I couldn't sleep, the fear was too intense. So I got up to go watch TV and fell asleep there.
This happened every night since that night. This went on for about a few months. Then one day my mom told me we were going to go visit my uncle (the one who lost his son). I was petrified! I didn't want to go. My whole being was shaking in fear. But being fourteen my mom wasn't about to leave me at home alone. So I was dragged with. Needless to say I couldn't sleep and the same thing occurred to me, only everyone was still awake. I sat with my mom and uncle until they went to bed and I slept with the light on the whole night. I was also sharing the room with my mom's boyfriend's daughters. I just couldn't sleep. The fear I had experienced before was now worse. I hated that house. I read the bible and fell asleep with the Bible in my hands.
The next evening my mom gave me a sleeping tablet and it knocked me out, along with being so tired from the night before. But when I got back to Johannesburg I slept fine for the first time in months, and it has never occurred again.
Now I am a Christian and do not believe in ghosts but in familiar spirits who study your whole life. I believe when you die you either go to heaven or to hell, but it is the familiar spirits that are the ones that stay behind. But this experience has stayed with me and I keep wondering what was torturing me so at night. (It really felt like torture!) I also see demons, but that is another story.