I was probably 13 when I encountered this mysterious being. I was studying for my elementary tests at night. I have a habit of cramming text book notes and I was busy memorising science facts and constantly looking up and down from my book. At one point I look up and notice a hazy look entity in the corner of my room. Discarding it as a fragment of my imagination I continue studying. I look up again and realise the entity is actually real and still standing there looking at me straight in the eye!! I saw it was an old man with a scar across his face and he was watching me. There was no expression on his face! I could see through him, I could see the wall behind him. I freaked out and jumped out my bed where I was studying and ran into my moms room. Gasping for air, I told my mom in the middle of the night that I saw something very weird in my room. Obviously she got concerned and came to check and found no one there. I did not want to go to school the next day…or leave home or go anywhere where my mom wasn’t with me. Relatives and neighbours thought I was making up stories because I didn’t want to go to school and I suspect some of them even questioned my mental wellbeing but what I saw was very real!
I refused to go to school and within a week I fell ill with severe fever. I was bed ridden for 2 weeks which was worrying for my family. After that I fell ill with
Typhoid for another few weeks. My life was bound to hospital visits and a bed. My health had rapidly deteriorated out of nowhere. Those who didn’t believe me started to acknowledge that I just may have seen something unusual. It’s sad how people don’t believe you until something unfortunate happens…sigh.
I did recover finally and I did resume going back to school but it was really awkward at first. I was constantly afraid of when I’ll see him again. Thankfully he didn’t make an appearance again after that night and I carried on living my life normally. I had stopped using my room and 6 months had passed. Eventually I did finally manage to step inside my room again! I was scared yet determined to do it. I didn’t want to be scared anymore. It took me 6 months but I overcame the fear!
It’s been over 8 years since we moved home but that awful ghost experience is forever etched in my mind!!