Before I was born my family lived in a block of flats in the Sydney in the suburb of Fairfield which was built where an old house used to be. The house burnt down years before my family moved there. My sisters were only in their early teens when they noticed a presence inside the house. My older sister was blow drying my other sister's hair and something just skimmed past both there heads and smashed through the window. They named it Freddy as in Freddy Kruger.
Freddy would occasionally change the TV channels (old click knob TV) and change radio stations randomly, my sisters would say "Oi Freddy this program isn't good change it back to the other one" and it would change back. My sister's were not the only one's to notice the presence but my parents witnessed "Freddy" a couple of times too.
This next incident happened in front of my whole family when I was an 18 month old baby. My parents are Turkish. We had gone on a holiday over to Turkey to visit some relatives. My dad bought a car as he did not want to travel via public transport especially with a baby. We had gone to my uncles and had just left on our way to somewhere else. As we were driving though the Gallipoli peninsula (back then there were no houses, just bush land everywhere with a couple of scattered seaside villages) we were at least a good half hour drive from the nearest civilization, when I got really sick (high fever, seizures, fainting). My dad pulled over the car to check on me when all of a sudden this young man in his early 20's wearing black jeans, black denim jacket and piercing blue eyes (my family still until this day cannot get over how much his eyes were glowing) came up and told my dad to jump in the back with me. He told my dad I was extremely sick and needed him.
The man jumped into the drivers seat and drove into the town. As soon as we got there he told my dad to wait that the doctor was in the mosque conducting his evening prayers. The doctor came down along with a few village folk, but the young man was nowhere to be seen, not even the doctor had seen him, he was told after prayers that he was urgently needed in a car at the village square.
The doctor gave me some injection and told my parents to get me to the hospital. He also told my parents they were lucky to have found him in the village mosque praying otherwise if they were 10 minutes late, well I wouldn't be here to tell you this story.
Now the first part of the story is fine, however until this day I have always wondered "what happened that night in Gallipoli peninsula". My family doesn't know what to make of it, my mum and dad believed it might have been the spirit of a soldier who died during the Gallipoli Campaign WW1 (in Islam we believe that soldiers who die in battle do not really die, instead there spirit remains on this earth to help people in times of need until our day of judgment (this is how I have been taught). My sisters think it might have been a guardian angel, or possibly some random walking past, but it was dusk when it happened, how on earth would he know that the baby in that car was sick and close to dying?
Any comments are appreciated.
Sorry if I have bought up some religious aspects as I just tried to state what the beliefs of my family are into what we think this phenomenon might have been)