My Freaky Life 4

I would like to tell you about experiences I have in old houses.

Me and my mother are very sensitive when it comes to buildings, especialy old places.

We can just 'feel' if something bad happened there. It is like the walls are trying to tell a story. I believe that anything that happens inside a building is being captured there, almost like a recording. When I walk into a house, I can just feel if there is love there, or hate, or violence, etc. And I can just feel it when someone died there. I inherited it from my mother, and she again from her's. The things my granny and my mother experienced, is a story for another time...

My boyfriend's parents live in a house in Goodwood, Cape Town. The house is between 120 and 130 years old. His great grandfather's father build it in the 1800's. It is not a fancy house. It is just a normal suburban house. But it is the oldest one in Goodwood! In the older days, all the children were born in the house, and also died there.

The master bedroom is now the guest room, and a couple of alterations were made over the years. Like the toilet that was originaly outside, but was in the later years build onto the porch, which was then again build onto the house and is now just past the kitchen. The bathroom also walks out into the kitchen.

The first time I went to visit there, I could feel there is something not right in there. It was as if something was watching me all the time. Not evil or anything, I guess it is some of the ancestors perhaps. I could tell someone not wanting me there though.

In the guest room the TV would go on by itself, and off by itself.

When I was blowdrying my hair, something invisible walked over my foot. When I was sleeping, I would hear someone in the room, but see nothing. This night I had a dream. (I can still not decide if it was a dream or not, it fealt very real...)

In the dream I woke up to go to the bathroom. To go there, one must walk through the kitchen, and down one stair. I am not a scared person, but I never switched on a light so quickly. When finished, I switched off the light again and walked through the dark kitchen to the livingroom to go back to the guestroom.

In the livingroom stood an old man. He was dressed in a white suit, he had thin gray hair and he was very short. He looked at me, and I at him, for a while, then he asked me what I was doing there, not very friendly. I just said that I am sleeping there and that I just want to pass to go back to the room. He vanished then and I went back to sleep.

The next moring I asked my boyfriend if he knew a person who perhaps looked like that. He went silent and then told me his grandfather (his dad's dad) looked exactly like that. He then went to fetch a photo album and shown me a picture. The man I saw in the livingroom was his grandfather. He also had on a white suit in the photo!

Then Rich's dad told me that his father died of a heart attack inside the kitchen, years ago when Rich's father was still a little boy. Apparently Rich's grandfather was born in this house, died there, and he is still around...

A couple of years later, my little daughter just started talking, she was playing in the guestroom. She came out, white in the face, telling me that I must come look at the aunty that is watching her in the room. I could see nobody, but my daughter insisted that the aunty is still there. She said she is not going to play there anymore. This was the room where everyone died in the old days... Well, say no more.

My brother lived in a house on a farm, the Vissershok farm on the Vissershok Road. This was a very very old house, very dark and cold inside. I felt like someone was suffocating me as soon as I walked inside, it had this 'aura' that was not good. I could feel things that I could not see.

The old main bedroom was the creepiest of all. I never went in there if I did not have to. It felt EVIL! One day I took my digital camera with and took some pictures. Everyting in this bedroom blurred, no matter what I did. I took a picture of the room where the books were kept. On the photo was a image of a face. It was very see-through, but when I zoomed in, I could make out this evil grin on the thing's face, and he had blue eyes. It felt so evil, I erased it immediatly! So sorry though, wish I could now show it to you!

On this farm there also were a old barn. I went to explore a bit. Inside the barn was a door. Inside was a small room with a very old steel bed. The windows were barred up. I could feel this place was not right, that there once had been pain in there. I assume it could be where they kept the slaves perhaps. There were stories that in the 1700's and 1800's the poor slaves were tortured on that farm.

When I was little, I can remember there was a article in the newspaper about this farm. It was said that there were ghosts there. The people once living there, said they saw a woman in white walking the grounds at night. Always in a certain place near the white farm walls, near the entrance. When the farm people one day knocked down a part of the wall, they found a skeleton inside the wall!

Apparently in the old days they buried the slaves in the bricks, while they were still alive... Luckily my brother moved away from that evil place!