Did you feel anything yesterday

On the first night around 1.45am I told my maid to turn off the lights and go to sleep. He didn't hear what I said clearly so he passed in front of my room asking, "Ma'am what did you say?" She stood in front of my bedroom door as I told her to turn off the lights and go straight to sleep. Suddenly we both remained silent and interrupted. I asked, "Why Alice po (my assistant's name)?" He just said, "Ma'am tonight can I sleep in Ma'am's room?" I said, "Maybe ..." So that night we all slept in my room including my children.

The next day I asked him, "Did you feel anything yesterday?" She told me last night when she stood outside my bedroom, she felt like there was something past behind her like it was windy. On the second night, it was my son who appeared. During Maghrib time, my seven -year -old son said he saw a black board running from the kitchen into my bedroom and when it happened, I was in the room. She ran away crying as loudly as she could and said, "Mummy ... Mummy ... Mummy ... There is a ghost in your room!" I was shocked. I told him that there were no ghosts in the house and maybe he was a little tired.

On the third night I had just returned at three in the morning, my son woke up and urged me not to leave him alone in the room. I wondered in my heart, why is this boy behaving like this? I went straight to the kitchen to get water and my son followed as he walked back into the room, he kept shouting as loud as he could. I picked up my son and closed the sleeping bag. I even asked him why he behaved like that? He told me that he spotted a headless white board past behind me upstream to downstream.

I immediately turned on the room light and that night me and the maid did not sleep at all!

After two weeks later around ten in the morning and I was still asleep, I woke up because I heard like there was a girl whispering into my ear, "Mom wants milk ..." said the boy. Surprisingly, I was able to talk to him, "Nurul asked ..." Somehow I was surprised and woke up and I saw a girl in my room, standing at the end of the bed, watching me. The slave's body is so dirty! His whole body, full of half -dried mud. She stared at me, moreover I ran until I fell while shouting the name of my maid.

That day I did not enter the room directly. For two days after the incident, my house was silent and nothing bothered us. But on Friday night, as I was about to go to bed while hovering, I felt like something was holding my leg. I thinned and turned to the right. My legs still felt like something was holding on. This time my thumb was pulled. I tried to turn on the bedside lamp and at that moment I saw a black board figure by my side with red eyes and a hoarse voice.

I kept screaming and ran from my bedroom. This was not the only harassment that had ever happened to me, my maid was also harassed, sometimes at four in the morning my maid would knock on my room door while asking, "Ma'am what do you want?" I in turn will reply that I did not call him. He said he heard my voice calling to him. Always also when night falls, we would all hear my living room sort of someone was throwing things away, as if they were throwing something at the wall. Sometimes it sounds like something is broken, but when we checked the next day, we saw nothing was broken.

This house is only a year I sat here. The neighbor on the other end told me that the neighbor next to me committed suicide about a week before I moved here. Sometimes all sorts of things can be heard, I just strengthen my faith. This is my house, I will not give up. Try to imagine every night there is just something happening in this house.