26/10/2025
When I was at UNISA, we rented a big old house not too far from campus. It had six rooms, but we could only afford two — the rest were empty. It was just the three of us gents living there, students trying to make it through the semester.
On weekends, my housemates would go home they were all Gauteng born and bred. I was the only one from Free State, so I usually stayed behind. That house was too quiet on weekends. It was big, cold, and something about it just felt... off. You know when a place just doesn’t breathe right?
One night, I came back from the corner shop after buying tomatoes. It was almost 8:30 at night, the streetlights were flickering, and that kind of Limpopo wind that sounds like whispering was blowing.
When I got inside, I went straight to my room. I closed the door, locked it like I always did before turning the lights on. I reached out to flip the switch... and my hand landed on something soft.
It felt like skin.
Warm. Breathing. Human.
At first I laughed nervously and said, “Eita, Moleki! Why are you here today though?” thinking it was my roommate just trying to prank me.
But the breathing got heavier. Slower. Almost wet.
When I finally turned on the light I swear to God my heart nearly stopped. It wasn’t Moleki.
Standing there in front of me was this thing. A man, but not really.
His jaw was too long, almost hanging. His arms stretched unnaturally low, fingers scraping the floor. His eyes were deep black, no white at all. His feet my God his feet looked like someone had stretched them like rubber.
He just stood there, breathing.
I tried to open the door, but I had locked it. My hands were shaking, searching for the key, but it wasn’t where I left it. The creature started moving closer, each step making the wooden floor creak like bones cracking.
Then, he reached out 🫴🏼his hand long and cold and touched my chest.
The room went ice cold.
Everything started spinning.
I remember his voice not even words just a deep, low growl vibrating in my skull.
Then everythin went black.
When I opened my eyes, it was morning.
The light was shining through the curtains, my tomatoes were scattered all over the floor and the door was still locked from inside.
I didn’t even pack my clothes. I just grabbed my bag and left.
Till this day, I don’t know what I saw.
But every time I pass that street, I still feel that same cold breath on my neck.