3 Years ago, this story happened to me. I was Primary 5 at that time, now I`m Sec 2, I just moved in to that house when I was in my late Primary 3. Before me and my family moved in, my uncle, who is very strong in religion (Islamic), cleaned the house with religious prayers. He went to every end of the house praying that includes my room. As usual, everyday after school, 6.30pm, I will eat, shower, pray and study. I always sleep at 10pm. There was this one Friday night when I slept at 11+ coming to 12. My cousin came to visit my family. I was still awake as I had slept during the afternoon. I tried closing my eyes but something irritated me. Footsteps were irritating me. I thought it was my sister who was playing one me. My eyes still shut but I told my sister to get out and the footsteps stopped but continued again.

I opened my eyes, getting ready to throw a pillow but seized. No one was there. I took my glasses which was just beside me and wore it. Sound of footsteps got nearer to me. I searched everywhere but no one was there. I decided to look at the carpet. My mouth dropped wide opened. No human being was there but the carpet seemed to have be moving in such a way that someone was walking on it. It seemed to be walking towards me and stopped. Nothing happened. I had no strength to pray. The next moment, someone opened the door knob of my room. I was getting ready to scream. Whatever it was, was pushing it slowly. To my releif, it appeared to be my dad. He was packing his clothes, getting ready to go to China. He saw my face and questioned me. I told him everything and he told me to sleep out side. Nothing happened the next night and the rest of the nights.

Last year, my cousing went to sleep over my house. Since he is a visitor younger than me, i didn`t mind him sleeping with me. It was his first time. Days after that, his mother called me to ask me when the night he`d slept with me, if he had tol me anything. I felt strange when she asked me that. Her elder sister, same age as I am, told the story to my sister but not me. That`s is when I get to know why his mother called. What he saw was that: Someone standing at the same position as where I expreinced the sound of footsteps 3 years ago stared at him. He described it as a lady, a Japanese lady with long black hair, long face and very thin and with big eyes staring at him. Her eyes followed him when he covered the blanket over him.Could that be the person who had made the footsteps? I reckon it was. Everyone did thought it was that lady.