I'll tell you about my experience and till this day I won't say it's a ghost, but it's the closest experience I had to it, so it sort of counts.
I used to rent a small cottage in Malvern a few years back. 7 years to be exact. Now Malvern is a small town just outside Durban (the main city in Kwa-Zulu Natal in South Africa). On most of the outskirts of these towns and cities you will find the worst areas where african people in shacks and on the streets etc. Now where I lived in Malvern, there was a forest (sort-of) just below us that lead to a river and not far from there you will find the border to one of these bad areas. But the forest area itself was very hard to traverse. I tried myself several times to get to the river and after seeing something big snaking it's way to me in the undergrowth, I decided to leave it alone. Not willing to risk my life just to get a nice walk.
Anyway, the first month or so things went fine and then one evening I heard something/someone shoveling in this forest area. The sound kept repeating itself consistently at regular intervals. I had a small kitten back then and the kitten showed some interest the first evening I heard it. It kept staring out onto the porch and I kept trying to see if there was anything in the dark, but couldn't see anything. So I ignored it for several nights.
(I did buy myself a dagger the one day and kept it near my bed since I felt a bit safer in case something happened)
Life went good till the one evening I came home and decided to close all the windows and door, since the wind was howling outside. It started to rain lightly and I made sure everything was shut tight in the cottage where I stayed. Now mind, there isn't many places anyone could hide or even be, since one of my friends were there that day and my kitten was there as well.
That evening I went to sleep and around 1 in the morning I woke with a terrible feeling. I heard the shoveling again and a vision of someone being buried crossed my mind but I shrugged it off. Still half asleep I reached out to touch my kitten and received a shock to find it sitting upright in the bed, hairs on end and it lightly hissing while it stared outside. I was totally freaked since his eyes were round and huge like he was seeing something that wasn't there.
I reached out and he looked briefly at me as if to say something was there and then kept staring. Now the lights were out and no windows were open and I felt a bit safe, but I was pretty much alone as my friend went out with her boyfriend and I was all by myself.
I reached underneath the pillow and thumbed the dagger, while staring into the blackness outside wondering what was there, when the kitten suddenly jumped up and edged more back towards me as his gaze turned to the stairs that lead to the atttic in the cottage. There were stairs leading down and he started going mad, like sort of hissing and sort of growl in it's throat if I can call it that since it's not a dog, but that is the closest I can think of what it is called.
I was thinking of getting off the bed to put the light on but I was frozen in place, waiting for something to happen. My heart pounded in fear and all I could do is stare at the place where the kitten was looking. The next minute a pure white cat came down the stairs. He didn't do anything except stare at me and the kitten with pitch black eyes and at this time my mind was racing with questions. How did a cat get into here; where did it come from? Tons of questions just ran in my head and all I could do was stare. My kitten became visible upset and almost were ontop of my lap as if it tried to protect me and I suddenly got the courage to jump up and turn the light on. As I did I turned to where the white cat disappeared underneath the couches and quickly got on hands and knees looking.
But nothing! Just silence and nothing. I inspected the windows and everywhere and I knew the cat didn't go back upstairs but I checked in any case. It just vanished.
That was the scariest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life and because I checked the windows and the whole cottage, I knew there was no way a cat or a living thing could have been inside it unless I opened the windows.
That is the closest to a ghost story I will get.
I used to rent a small cottage in Malvern a few years back. 7 years to be exact. Now Malvern is a small town just outside Durban (the main city in Kwa-Zulu Natal in South Africa). On most of the outskirts of these towns and cities you will find the worst areas where african people in shacks and on the streets etc. Now where I lived in Malvern, there was a forest (sort-of) just below us that lead to a river and not far from there you will find the border to one of these bad areas. But the forest area itself was very hard to traverse. I tried myself several times to get to the river and after seeing something big snaking it's way to me in the undergrowth, I decided to leave it alone. Not willing to risk my life just to get a nice walk.
Anyway, the first month or so things went fine and then one evening I heard something/someone shoveling in this forest area. The sound kept repeating itself consistently at regular intervals. I had a small kitten back then and the kitten showed some interest the first evening I heard it. It kept staring out onto the porch and I kept trying to see if there was anything in the dark, but couldn't see anything. So I ignored it for several nights.
(I did buy myself a dagger the one day and kept it near my bed since I felt a bit safer in case something happened)
Life went good till the one evening I came home and decided to close all the windows and door, since the wind was howling outside. It started to rain lightly and I made sure everything was shut tight in the cottage where I stayed. Now mind, there isn't many places anyone could hide or even be, since one of my friends were there that day and my kitten was there as well.
That evening I went to sleep and around 1 in the morning I woke with a terrible feeling. I heard the shoveling again and a vision of someone being buried crossed my mind but I shrugged it off. Still half asleep I reached out to touch my kitten and received a shock to find it sitting upright in the bed, hairs on end and it lightly hissing while it stared outside. I was totally freaked since his eyes were round and huge like he was seeing something that wasn't there.
I reached out and he looked briefly at me as if to say something was there and then kept staring. Now the lights were out and no windows were open and I felt a bit safe, but I was pretty much alone as my friend went out with her boyfriend and I was all by myself.
I reached underneath the pillow and thumbed the dagger, while staring into the blackness outside wondering what was there, when the kitten suddenly jumped up and edged more back towards me as his gaze turned to the stairs that lead to the atttic in the cottage. There were stairs leading down and he started going mad, like sort of hissing and sort of growl in it's throat if I can call it that since it's not a dog, but that is the closest I can think of what it is called.
I was thinking of getting off the bed to put the light on but I was frozen in place, waiting for something to happen. My heart pounded in fear and all I could do is stare at the place where the kitten was looking. The next minute a pure white cat came down the stairs. He didn't do anything except stare at me and the kitten with pitch black eyes and at this time my mind was racing with questions. How did a cat get into here; where did it come from? Tons of questions just ran in my head and all I could do was stare. My kitten became visible upset and almost were ontop of my lap as if it tried to protect me and I suddenly got the courage to jump up and turn the light on. As I did I turned to where the white cat disappeared underneath the couches and quickly got on hands and knees looking.
But nothing! Just silence and nothing. I inspected the windows and everywhere and I knew the cat didn't go back upstairs but I checked in any case. It just vanished.
That was the scariest thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life and because I checked the windows and the whole cottage, I knew there was no way a cat or a living thing could have been inside it unless I opened the windows.
That is the closest to a ghost story I will get.
