About 5 years ago, me, my fiancé and my daughter moved into a semi attached
Town house in Parow, Cape Town. The place's name was Ryan's Place; a lovely place it was indeed. It was newly renovated. In the main bedroom was a huge built-in white cupboard, from roof to floor.
It looked like it was part of the cupboard, but if you opened the middle doors, it walked into an ensuite. I always tried to avoid the ensuite, I don't know why. It just felt creepy when I was inside. Outside the main bedroom door, was the passage. A straight passage, one half of the floor was tiling, the other half yellow wood.
The house had a electricity box where you had to go and buy electricity at the shop. Near the place was a 7/11 cafe and we went there to buy electricity. When my fiancé told the lady that we just moved into this place, she asked where it is, and her assistant told her that it is that 'dead place' io Ryan Street. When my fiancé asked her what she meant, she just shook her head.
The first night after I went to sleep, I heard footsteps in the passage. It was loud, because of the wood floor. I didn't go to look, because I knew it was not my fiancé, who was in bed next to me fast asleep, and my daughter was only 2 years old and she was sleeping and these footsteps were of a person with heavy shoes on.
Later on I got used to hearing strange noises and footsteps while we were sleeping. One night I woke to a very strange growling sound. It sounded as if someone was dying of pain or something, but this noise was very very strange!
I just lay there, and thought to myself 'Oh no, another ghost' and went back to sleep.
I am not a scared person; it will take a lot to freak me out.
One day I was alone in the kitchen, and I saw a black shadow in the passage. It was in the form of a person, but no person, only the shadow. I said aloud 'be gone Satan!' and the shadow moved away like the speed of light, and the next moment I heard a loud 'bang' like something falling, and it was gone.
A week later I came home early from work, and went to my bedroom. On my cupboard were red spots that looked like very dark red paint that was splattered there. When my fiancé came home I showed it to him and he said it looks like blood to him. No one could understand how it got there. It was only on the 2 cupboard doors that lead into the ensuite.
One day I was taking a nap on my bed. I was still awake when I heard something come into the room. All of a sudden I could not move. It was like I was paralyzed. This thing jumped on the bed and sat on my feet. It felt like a little dog, but I could be wrong.
Then it walked on my legs and sat on my back, it even put its nose in my hair and then made itself comfortable in the back of my neck. Al this time my eyes were open but I could not move or see anything, because I lay on my stomach with my head to the other side. About 5 minutes later, I could move again and the thing was gone. I tried to sleep again, and this time I heard a child's voice in the room with me. She was singing a song.
She went to my makeup table and sat down on the chair. I could not see her, my head was turned away like the first time, and I could not move! After what felt like an hour, I could move all of a sudden and everything was fine again. But my pot of body cream was open, and it looked like someone's finger marks inside.
The only place in the house where I felt at peace was in my daughter's room. I often went there just to take a rest from the rest of the house.
We only lived one year there. And it was as if, the nearer it came to the end of our stay there, the stranger things got. More unexplained noises and stuff. I told my best friend that it even felt like this thing in the house does not want me to leave...
My mother never wanted to come and visit. She never said why at that time, but after we moved, she told me that she just felt very creepy inside the house. She never wanted to go into my bedroom especially, she said that it felt as if someone was either murdered there, or committed suicide.
The ensuite gave her the ultimate jitters.
I tried to find out the history of the place, but never found out anything.
How can I go to work to learn more about the history of a place?
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But my grandfather built Ryan Place, many years back and in fact it is named after him, as is the road. My father grew up in the house/plot alongside and his spinster aunts used to live in Ryan's Place.
So, your story is of interest to me although I can't contribute to reasons why the house was an unhappy place. Unfortunately my father is no longer alive to be able to ask him.