posted on Feb, 29 2016 @ 08:26 AM
I don't have any "chronic" inexplicable fears,but one night,i got a terrible fear. I was young then,19yo and dating a quite older man,a very sensible
pragmatic person.We were living in Cape Town,Rondebosch area,and we had to return one night to the empty apartment he'd shared before with a friend in
Mouille Point,next to the ocean,to leave keys for the estate agent. He had lived in this old Art Deco style apartment block called Pont du Gard with
another cosmetics rep called Wesley,before we got an apartment together.
So he unlocks the kitchen door,on the fire escape side outside,and i take the keys from him,saying " I'll just leave it on the table then?" There was
a sort of built-in little table under a mirror next to the front door,which opened onto a carpeted,well-lit inner hallway,and the estate agent told
him to just leave the key there,and the kitchen door unlocked. At that time,there was not much crime in my country,and in a wealthy area like that an
empty apartment was okay to be left unlocked for one night.
As i walked towards this table in the almost dark,with only the dim light from outside the open kitchen door,i got a most Hideous feeling of total
absolute fear and dread. I put the keys on the table-and strangely through this feeling of high dread and animal terror,i Still seemed to feel the
need to venture further into the apartment,i recall i wanted to go to the balcony for some reason.I have a sort of defiant nature,and having grown up
in a severely haunted/negative spirit-infested home. So i did not automatically equate the feeling with danger,but it was worse than in the house i
grew up in though,this feeling,and getting worse by the second.This was like a primal thing inside me shouting:"No,get out,get away!!" So i paused.
Then i heard my boyfriend hiss at me: " XXX let's get out of here,now,NOW!!" and as i glanced back at him,i could see he was pale and absolutely
terrified. That yanked me out of indecision,and i walked Very briskly to him,and as i reached him,he practically pushed me out of the kitchen
door,banged the door shut behind us,and dragged me down the fire escape,not stopping till we were a few floors down,then we entered an inner hallway
and went down in the lift to ground floor.
Turns out he was for some inexplicable reason seized by that same bone-deep primal terror and a sense of horrible danger.We just looked at each
other,shaky and nervous and a lot of "WTF was That!?!"
Afterwards he said Wesley was an evil individual,maybe some of his residual energy remained. However,i met Wesley many times,he was a bit of a boorish
buffoon type but certainly not Evil.
I have often wondered,about the BEK phenomena,if maybe they or something like them,shelter in abandoned buildings when they're not menacing people.Idk
but i am very relieved that he felt it too,and called me away.I tend to second-guess myself,and especially having had a lifetime of sensing malevolent
spirits,it was worse,this,but not something new or surprising -so it was seeing his terror that got me out of that place Fast.Still gives me shivers
to think of that night.