The Haunting of Dunoo

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Dunoon

Cape Town

15th December 2021

03:15am

My story started with a genuine appalling occasion which leads up to what we've experienced.

Quite a few years back, there was a killing of a youthful young boy here in Dunoon. For those who do not know Dunoon, it's a Casual Transitory Area Settlement, your typical squatter camp. Three more seasoned adolescent boys stuffed his body into the drain next to our landlord's property.

My Dazzle accomplice and I moved here in 2017 to get closer to his place of work. We moved into a room on the side of the drain.

I woke up since I was exceptionally parched all of a sudden and I came to for our bottle of water and it was empty.

I moaned to myself, "Mmm-Ming."

I had to get up out of bed and go exterior to get water from the tap in the yard. We share this yard with 6 other families, so all the places were built into a circle with 2 places on top of the underneath places with a side exit and front exit.

So as I'm active with the water, I listen to this sound that sounds like individuals in a battle and are battling with each other. The pooches are stuck looking at the front exit, and I kind of said to myself, "Gracious no no no, this might be one of our inhabitants' sister that has an damaging boyfriend and might be in trouble."

Being the courageous one, I had to go to the front exit to check what was going on. Moo and view, I get there and see out the window and nothing. I turned around and took 2 steps and at that point I listened to steps behind my steps.

At that point, the pooches were looking past me and snarling but moreover withdrawing like I was. I begun running and this thing begins running chasing after me.

I was ice cold with chills, I picked up my water bottle in the prepare and kept on running. I seem to listen to the steps behind me.

I truly tossed myself into the room and fair drooped onto the bed. Another morning my neighbor came and inquired me who was chasing me final night?

Our landlord comes down from the stairs of her place and says in a exceptionally unusual way for her, "It's that boy's spirit."

After that, she was ordinary once more and didn't have any information of what fair transpired.

The occupant and I fair looked at each other stunned. It was a exceptionally Dull Negative Vitality Fiendish feeling.

I keep on considering and pondering what would have happened if I had remained longer exterior that night.