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The Ghost That Possessed My Friend

Posted on May 26, 2009

Forgive me if I go into too much detail about the events that led up to my experience with the unknown sprit/s.  I will start off by saying that I am a believer in ghosts or forces of the unknown world. Being an only child I feel very secure in my own home in fact I can count on one hand the number of times I had to leave the comfort of home to stay at a relative’s house. I am now twenty-one and I’ll be turning twenty-two in July.  So technically I am an adult but for some reason I did not really grow up and I still look for signs or supernatural forces everywhere, I still check and recheck under my bed for the hope that there’ll be something there, waiting to surprise me!

Last night as I was straightening out my bed sheets, a sudden memory or flash back of my childhood came back, for some reason I blocked it out. I started to remember the night that I had to stay over at my Cousin Dee house. I had no choice in the matter I was twelve at the time and he was eleven. My uncle on my father side was a police officer and they say that he committed suicide but there is also a suspicion that he was murdered by the Bantu mob for cracking down on an illegal counterfeiting ring. The case remains unsolved to this day.

My parents had to rush to Durban to identify and recover the body. I wanted to go but my mother refused saying it is too far way (about 60 kilometers). My aunty on my mother side is a very gentle person but she’s not afraid to whack us with her hard wooden spoon when we misbehave.  Her house was situated down a steep long driveway; this caused it to be isolated from other residents in the neighbourhood. Behind the home there was, a small foul smelling river, on the opposite side of the riverbank, a poor rural settlement of squatters, about fifty or sixty mud homes dotted the hillside.

I felt sorry for them, I find in very strange that I have been living in this area all my life and yet I know nothing about the people living in these mud homes and tin shacks. What spiritual forces do they believe in? Do they have a god or do they believe in demons or witch craft? After much research, I understood that most of the African people were Christians but they still believed greatly in ancestors or the dead guiding the living.

The squatters were allowed to stay there while the council built them houses. Unfortunately, one cannot depend too much on the council, the squatters where promised houses many years ago and the government had still not delivered. Crime was very high in the area, my aunty and uncle had a lot of fear and anxiety. A week before my visit there was a burglary, the criminals broke into my uncle’s brand new pickup truck, stole his tape deck and defecated on the front seat, “an act of rebellion” my uncle said very calmly.  My cousin and I (being young at the time) found the incident very funny, I still remember my aunty very clearly holding up her woodened spoon warning us never to cross the riverbed because the villagers had an African witchdoctor that would cut off young boy’s ears and fed them to the rats.

I had to sleep with my cousin Dee and his six-year-old brother Ado in the backroom. The house had three small rooms, aunty and uncle shared a room, my older teenage cousin had her own room and the third room was for my uncles’ mother, a very old woman with grey-green eyes. Dee room was actually the servant’s quarters that my uncle was still in the process of renovating. It had its own door leading to the backyard, the alarm system was not installed yet and we passed freely in and out of the room.

I arrived at my auntie’s house at 7pm feeling very depressed about leaving home, after a bath my mood quickly changed. The latest “kid craze” at that time was Pokemôn cards. The three of us, myself, Dee and Ado were on the bed playing the game for three hours straight. Ado would only watch us and laugh when Dee and I would get into fight about who won or lost. My cousin and I were close when we were little but there was always this rivalry between us to see who was better. When it came to foot races I would always beat him, sometimes we should have competitions to see who was cleverest the result always ended up in a tie.that usually meant he won.

My uncle came to check on us he made sure the windows were closed, it scared me when he spent a long time gazing outside. He wasn’t really big on curfews or threats and when he told us to go to bed we simply said “yes” and kept on playing, Ado was already sound asleep. My aunty came at 11pm with red flustering cheeks and a spoon in hand; we quickly stopped the game, switched off the lights and jumped straight into bed, quiet as mice.

The sudden silence in the room made me feel sad once again, I was missing my parents and praying that they reached Durban safely. The thought of my uncle dead with a bullet in his head did not ease the situation, I was fiercely fond of him and I was beginning cry.  I tried to stuck it up thinking about the poor people in the squatter camps who lost there parents at a very young age due to Aids or some another illness.

The last thing I wanted was for Dee to fall asleep before me, so I started up a conversation and this lead to that faithful game of truth and dare. After we both lied through the truth part of the game it came down to the dares. My first dare, I asked Dee to do is too lame to mention. It was now Dee turn, there was something about his wide grin that made me think that he had this planned all along. He dared to me to go outside and touch the swing set. I immediately said no, but then he doubled dared and said he was going to call me a chicken for the rest of my life. I could not let him win, so I regrettable agreed.  — to be continued ~ The Ghost That Possessed My Friend Part 2

Written by Yashen Shanker, Copyright 2009




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Comments

2 Responses to “The Ghost That Possessed My Friend”
  1. layba says:

    this story was intresting!!

  2. Pat says:

    OMG!!!!! SCARY!!!! I am glad your cousin came out of the “possession” unharmed! Your story gave me the chills!

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