This is the only true and real experience that I've ever had. My grandmother was the only one in our family that could see, sense and communicate with ghosts. I always loved listening to her stories and I wondered if I would ever experience it for myself. One night I did.
I was in Std 6 and had a very unstable year family wise. Mom kicked stepdad out and we had to get used to "dealing" with all of it again. My twin brother had somehow gotten involved with a "cult like" group and he would wear black and be evil in general. He came home one night after getting high with his friends and my mother started arguing with him. He was also in Std 6. The argument became very heated and he pulled a knife on her and he threatened that he would slit her throat and that he wished she was dead. Immediately after that he left.
My mother put the last bundle of washing in and went to her bedroom. I followed her and she chatted to me like nothing had happened. I saw her take out an exam pad and pen and she started writing. Almost instantly an alarm went off in my head, something about this was off. She continued talking to me while writing her "letter" and asked me to go make us some nice coffee. I did as she asked.
When I came back to the room I saw that she was done writing and the "letter" was fully covered in writing back and front. As I put my cup down on the bedside table I glanced at the letter next to my cup and all I could make out was "...kan nie meer so aan sukkel...". My mother asked me to finish my coffee and go to bed.
After I kissed her goodnight and told her I love her, I also tried hugging her really tight, to show her that I still loved her etc.
I climbed into bed and decided that I was not going to lie down and that I would sit up. I did just that and started shaking from pure fear of what was going to happen in my mom's room. I didn't quite know how she was planning on doing it so that's why I stayed upright in bed. She had to walk past my room to get to the kitchen, lounge and both doors (back and front).
I prayed for a long time while looking at my doorway opening. If I saw her I would listen carefully as to what she was doing, jump out of bed and "stop" her. After a couple of hours, I finally saw her flowing satin night gown "running" slowly past my door into the lounge or kitchen or wherever she planned on going. I waited and waited but couldn't hear a thing. I got up out of bed and went to look for her... She was nowhere to be found and neither of the doors had been opened.
I thought that maybe she came back and I didn't see her? When I went to her room, she was fast asleep. I crawled back into bed knowing that whatever went to the kitchen past my door was not my mother. This freaked me out even more as I thought it was a sign that she was going to die. I still didn't know if she'd already "done" something to herself and decided to wait up some more.
An hour later I heard her bed creak and I saw her by my door. She asked me why I was sitting up and not sleeping and I just made up a story. She said very sternly "go to sleep NOW".
She went to the kitchen, I heard her open a cupboard door, the tap running and then she went back to her room. I stayed up all night praying and praying. I even got up a couple of times to see if she was still breathing.
The next morning she woke up absolutely fine. She gave me the letter she wrote and told me to read it in the bathroom while she was bathing. She then said I took rat poison and I didn't "f'ing" die.
I still remember that night very clearly and I always wonder what that "person in the gown" was and why they chose that specific night?
Thanks for reading. It's 12 years later now and I still wonder.
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