I'm 24, not a spiritually sensitive person, but what happened to me two years ago, scared me a lot. This is a true story I will never forget. Before I get to my story I need to give you some insides on the place I live at.
I'm from a small district called Marienburg. This used to be a slave plantation, which was founded in the sixteenth century by Dutch Colonials. Legends say that after slavery was over in 1863 many slaves (and later immigrants from India and Indonesia) used to bury their jewellery and money with demons.
People would dig a hole in which a small child (not older than 3 years) could fit in. Usually these children were the poorest kids in the village who would get lured into the holes with candy or some food, a candle and of course the money or jewellery. While the child would sit and eat the hole got covered with some wood and the poor child would be buried alive.
The child-demon would have to protect the jewellery from getting stolen and no matter how much someone else would dig the same place inside out, they wouldn't find anything. The sad part is that some owners of these sadistic jewellery pits died before they could dig up their jewellery. So many of these child demons were never set free and wander around.
Many of us, young and old, have heard them walking around. You can hear the jingling of the coins or jewellery. Sometimes you hear a heartbreaking cry. (Some of these graves were dig up by police officers years later, but there was no jewellery to be found)
Now, here's my story. My father (who has African roots) would always warn me and my mother not to put any ladders or benches against the walls of our house, especially not against the windows. My, mother who gardens very often, would leave them once in a while and my dad would get really angry over this. He would walk around the house every night to make sure there were no benches against any window
One day he didn't check. I was sleeping with my mom and there was a bench against the window. At 3 o'clock I woke up to see a small child climb through the window. From behind she looked like a normal three year old, but when she turned around my heart almost stopped. No movie can ever picture the angry demonic face I saw. Some of its teeth were falling of and the flesh on her face was decayed.
I immediately woke up my mom and she saw it too. Then she called out the lord's name and it seemed even angrier. It turned around and climbed out of the window.
From that day on we never ever left a bench against any window.