After my uncle threw us out. A neighbour took us in. She said she had a poltergeist. That was a creature. A soulless thing. Her thing. Her creation. What I saw defied all scientific laws. Every day. Every night

Initially our stay was welcomed. No disturbances. The lady exclaimed how quiet it'd become since our stay. I was just happy to have a new friend to play with. The son had down syndrome he didn't speak much, good enough for me cos I was a quiet and shy boy myself

After a month or two things changed. It started with footsteps on the galvanized roof in the middle of the night. I thought it was a pidgeon but it was too heavy, its strides were too large meaning a larger span. It'd be at random times of the night, it increased its frequency

After the footsteps on the roof, it switched its MO. We thought the worst was over cos it quiet for some weeks. One night of peaceful sleep was cut by the sound of a breaking glass in the corridor. It was a Coca Cola 1.25 litre bottle with paraffin, sand and unlit matchsticks

The same bottle with same contents same spot kept on falling from the ceiling every other night. There was no opening in the roof, no ways anyone can throw it from the outside or anybody inside cos whole house was asleep. It went on for over a month, we knew its time by now

The bottle stopped. We knew something else is coming. Then something in the middle of the night would be dragging a chain or throwing cutlery about in the corridor or kitchen. Spoons and knives would slamming the doors, the chain would drag along the skirting. It went on and on

At this point we barely slept, I was in grade 1 couldn't focus at school. Mother suggested we should all start praying at midnight. We did, it worked it stopped, so we thought. At least we got some peace. At least it never touched anyone. So we thought, but little did we know

They had a tuck shop. First born daughter was helping out. The Thing always terrorized her. Every day it'd lock her in. They'd spend hours looking for key. It'd disappear from the lock or appear at a different location. Or the door would lock itself without a key in the lock

Sometimes she'd have a dry cough. She'd say something is in her chest. She'd say its moving up her throat. She'd finally vomit a whole key to the tuck shop. Sometimes she'd say something invisible is strangling her. We'd find piece of pantyhose around her neck sometimes

Sometimes coins would disappear in the shop. They thought it was us kids. Until we saw coins rising from the little trunk safe, floating in mid air, as if it's picking off shiny coins. Sometimes the coins floated out through the steel bars. Sometimes she vomited coins

Ultimately mother suggested reinforcement be brought in. ZCC was called in cos money was disappearing all over the house. And I had mysteriously gotten extremely itchy rash all over my body after I ate food they gave me and a sore on my penis. The Thing was molesting all kids

In hindsight, the woman created it so son with down syndrome could prosper. He's now a well paid doctor in Jhb, I dropped out of law school from a "schizophrenic", all the daughters are like zombies. I was bait for the Creature, my ones brilliant mind is gone but for the son

Had it not been for a praying mother and ZCC I wouldn't be here. I finally figured it all out, I'm getting help, still at it. Last I heard it followed them wherever and recently the son tried to commit suicide soon as I opened my eyes and got the right help