I grew up in an old half tin/half brick house. South Africa is a multi racial country, with strong beliefs in every community.
One night, when I was five years old, I was asleep with my parents. I woke up around midnight with an uneasy feeling. I was drawn to a chest of drawers and next to it stood a small, little man, dressed in black, with a black long coat and black cap but with huge red eyes.
I woke up my parents who couldn’t see anything although I kept pointing to him. He disappeared after my mum put on the lights.
Years later as an adult, my mum told methat the family that lived there before us, had a son around the same age as me, who saw the same thing I did.
Written by Lisa Gangabishun, Copyright 2009
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Wow, that is strange, I wonder what it is, have you seen it since then?