All of u gather around lets converse!!!

[ummita]

TODAY, am going to gist you the gist. Kilishi but I will have to go out, when I come back I will give you the write up.

ALL TALK 'n' NO ACTION *(hisssssssssssssssssss)* :roll:

[Hafsy_Lady]

UMMITA GIDANKUUUUUUUUUUUU KINJI KO :twisted:

Ok this seriously happened. December 25th 2005 at around 3:45pm, I was staying over a nieces house, who was newly wed. We chatted till the hours of 2pm when she retired to her husbys room. I decided to make a few calls before I get a good nights sleep. I finally settle to got to bed but my throat felt dry and am used to sleeping with a glass of water close by. I went down to get a glass of water and noticed my nieces huge fridge was was left ajar and I taught I saw a manly figure. I was about to tip toe back to my room thinking it was my nieces husby when I remembered he has travelled out of town. I was cursing my niece for being so lazy not to clean up after her but something funny else happened. On the floor I almost slipped on something from the lights coming from the fridge it was well poured on the floor it was milk. I taught of wiping it off but I was so tired so I got my bottle of water and went to bed. I was going to play some Tracy Chapman but I taught otherwise, so I picked up my Sudais and was heart reciting Suratul Ammah. I felt guitly for leaving spilled milk and my mind was not at rest. So I threw on my bed robe and went downstairs. Now something strange happened. All the spilled milk on the floor was gone. I was a little startled and  I taught my niece cleaned it up. My niece woke me up for breakfast and we were busy grubbing when I said to her that I can see she is making a good wife by pouring food on the floor, she taught it was my usual teases when I went on to say, so you also didnt sleep till about 4pm. She now asked what I was on about, so I said to her am on about the milk she spilled last night. My cousin said what millk, I was begigining to get upset and curse myself for comming to my nieces (dama we dont really get along, but because she claimed I was the only one who hasnt stayed over at her place :roll: ) Anyway she completely denied it and made me look stupid and I taught, probably I was having a dejavu. We went shopping came home, I rang my old woman we all chatted and watched movie after movie. At around 11;45pm I told her I was going up to pray my Shaf'i & wutri and would be back soon. I prayed and I was making du'a when I heard voices, sounding like little kids. I peeped thourhg a window which was facing her guest house and saw a boy and a girl playing on a heep of sad. After my prayer I went downstairs and told my niece that I know how young amarai like to complain about being lonely when they husbands away and why wont she invite those little cute kids who I presumed might be her gatemans kids. She looked at me in the strangest way and asked what kids? I replied the once living in your guest. She cracked up saying Malam Idi youngest son is almost 30years and that no one was staying at her back house. I turned serious. I swore on seeing them and she said there are no kids and infact her neigbour whose house is not even attached to hers just gave birth recently. I was a little scared but kept a bold face. After residing to bed, I made my dua'a but something wouldnt let me sleep. I kept hearing tuds and tubs and kids gigling. And honestly speaking these kids were speaking something I cant understand but I could tell they were playing. Soon I heard like little scratches on my windown and I taught it was raining. Something moved near my forehead and I was so freaked that I began to shake, I reached out to touch my forehead and noticed it was my hair. I pulled it back into my scarf and wanted to pull my covers, when I noticed something so tall standing almost next to my bed. Something so so so tall, never seen nothig like it. I cant explain how I felt, I felt hot, dizzy, scared and I could even move a finger. I taught the earlier I make a move the better. I said a quick dua (SO HELPED ME GOD_ & quickly grabbed my phone and had the camera lights on. I went for the lights and quickly went to my nieces room. I barged in and woke her up. I told her that I saw something strange. Anyway we made du'a and slept on the same bed. The next morning she told me, since she stepped foot into her matrimonial home she has been noticing some strange things and she has only been praying. So we tried to shut it off our minds and she was making samosas and chicken for me for dinner because I told her I have been craving for it. AT 9pm we sat to watch some movies and do some gossiping. All was well, when we heard a loud bang from upstairs. We looked at each other like we didnt want to go but I didnt know what moved my leg and we went up stairs on the floor was a big framed picture of my cousin and her Ango. She said (God now I have to buy a new frame) but something else got me thinking, how can this framed pic fall when it was well mounted above a mantel piece!  Anyway we picked the shattered glasses and my niece was about to go down and get a hoover, when she turned round and asked if I have closed the door. I gave her an insulting looking asking her if my name rhymed with stupid, but she turned serious on me and said Hafsy, I cant get the door open. Sheeeeesh, now I was getting panicky and scared and this was so weird to happen and my instincts gave me this pooky vibe. So I started reciting a du'a grabbed the door knob and pulled hard and it opened. We went down stairs and believe me from no where we saw this white chicken in the house. Where was a white chicken standing on my own plate of samosas. Boi, come we screamed ran from one wall to another and then back up the stairs. We called the gateman (Malam Idi) who came running, and he came in. We came downstairs, my niece manage to grap her gyalle, I grabbed at nothing only my bedroom slippers and the clothes I had on. He looked up and said he didnt see nothing but that he wants us to come and have a sit he wants to talk to Hajiya. I looked around thinking which Hajiya, then remembered that my niece is married and is Hajiya now :roll:  He said he didnt see anything but teh way he looked at tell told me there more than that. He said he had something to tell us and it is in our best interest to listen. That ever since the building of this house commenced and he became a gate man to the uncompleted house till it was occupied by the owner and his wife (my niece) that weird things have been happining. In short he claimed for the house to be haunted. My throat went dry as I began to recall the strange things and I taught....s***s am in a real horror show. When I remembered I found it hard to believe but with what this old man was saying we couldnt move an inch. I felt nature call but was too scared to go bathroom alone. My cousins is next to useless to be an escort and I cant ask baba dan tsoho to walk with me to toilets. I was also shaking, I felt my temperature rise high and as I have never witnessed these scary things in my life. The old man said, that during his days, the land which was built upon was a big bush with a big heap of an ants house & was being claimed to have been guarded by the "others" boi, that ticked me off! I was so close to peeing myself off. And that many stories circulated it but he didnt want to tell my nieces husbsy so that people wont say he is hating (I taught hold on onld man, hate or no hate, you should have told him, at this moment my life is important). I didnt know when I began to punch numbers, and quickly made a call ordering someone come right away. In no heavens way was I spending another hour in that house. No freaking way!!! I was reciiting du'as calling on Gods protection but I dont wanna see nothing, not spilled milk, or kids or some strange poll moving thing or a chicken smelling on my samosas. I wanna be in the comfort of my zone. I wanted home right away. The car came and we quickly went up to gather our stuff. My niece was coming too. She will stay with us till her husby comes home. Her housegirl was due back from Sunday church and we gave a message to the maigaurd that she has 3wks off and she could come to my house to get some spending fee. I packed from my neices house and from a wk my niece ended spending 4wks. Her husby was told and he also said he faced some strange things too but he was always praying in the house. But that he will not put his dear beloved wife back at that house since she has no peace of minf but will move to one of his houses, which my niece is so inlove with the house.

So I dont know if I should believe that I saw something, or not to believe that what that Malam Idi said was true or should I say I was imaging what I saw, if I do, what of what my niece and hubby and Malam Idi said to have seen? Anyway since that day, I have not stepped that street.

AS FOR THE HOUSE, I HEAR ITS UP IN THE MARKET. ANYONE INTERESTED? ITS WELL BUILT AND BEAUTIFUL

[sdanyaro]

Hafsy_Lady,

Wow - Very interesting and gripping true life Story. Let?s have some more...

AS FOR THE HOUSE, I HEAR ITS UP IN THE MARKET. ANYONE INTERESTED? ITS WELL BUILT AND BEAUTIFUL

. . . Where and how much?

[dan kauye]

Hafsy_Lady,

Wow - Very interesting and gripping true life Story. Let?s have some more...

AS FOR THE HOUSE, I HEAR ITS UP IN THE MARKET. ANYONE INTERESTED? ITS WELL BUILT AND BEAUTIFUL

. . . Where and how much?

Oh..the name of the movie shud be adventuresof Oga admin..i was  :shock:  :shock:  @ you asking ''where & how much''..well,good luck with ur new house if but it. :wink:

[dan kauye]

:shock:  :shock:  :shock: Hafcy,I don't know what to call it..a story or an experince? u sure it's not dejavu as u mentioned earlier? one thing's for sure though:CREEPY  ..in my own words..i've always hear about 'people's of people' at boarding schools,newly built houses and all..but i've been close to anything near them*bless me* :lol:

and oooh,why do the weirdest things keep going on way?

[Dave_McEwan_Hill]

Sounds like a poltergeist haunting. No one understands these things but there are plenty of examples of these from all around the world. They are different from ghosts as they move things and make noise. They very often stop as suddenly as they started. Some of them have been wicked and violent. Classic study of this phenomena has been done by Colin Wilson who has written many books on ghosts, hauntings, poltergeists and the occult. Don't  read them when you're alone at night!
I suspect these prove conclusively the existence of a spirit world beyond this world and that here are evil spirits as well as good ones.

[Dave_McEwan_Hill]

Further to my last post there is a lot of information about poltergeists on the web.

There is no common theory about what these manifestations are but some scientists think that the disturbances are caused  by troubled mental states of people in the house becoming physical in nature.
Others beleive that the negative electrical enenrgy than emanates from people in troubled or worried mental state can be utilised by other world spirits to cause the actual physical disturbances.
Others again feel that the manifestations are entirely paraphysical and emanate directly from spirits that may be of deceased persons or devils.

These things undoubtedly happen, however.

Look up
"POPPER THE POLTERGEIST" at www.prairieghosts.com
or
POLTERGEISTS at www.zerotime.com/ghosts/polter.htm
or
POLTERGEIST
at www.unexplained-mysteries.com/article poltergeists.shtml

[*~MuDa~*]

C'mmon Dave dont talk as ip u dont know Hafsy again!

[ummita]

Hafsy_Lady,

AS FOR THE HOUSE, I HEAR ITS UP IN THE MARKET. ANYONE INTERESTED? ITS WELL BUILT AND BEAUTIFUL

. . . Where and how much?

IS THAT A CONSIDERATION.........FOR PURCHASE? :shock: [/b]

[sdanyaro]

Yes ummita. THIS IS A CONSIDERATION FOR PURCHASE.... Just Where and how much? Let Hafsy_Lady tell us.

[*~MuDa~*]

La la la laaaaaa! Har Da kai ma?

[Ibro2g]

8) funny, I miss all of this so much. God bless u for keeping this place alive ya'll. I love u...

[ummita]

EID IS ROUND THE CONER, IT CATAPULTED ME TO WRITE UP A SPOOKY EXPERIENCE I HAD.

I always used to tell my relative, make d less privileged happy.....this eid....go out there find some1 who is in deep desperation n do something good 4 him/her. Juss once on dat special day, raise their spirits up, n let dem know dey not neglected n d only ONE dey serve n  worship hasn't deserted dem. Then u can go bck home & sleep n sleep n sleep. Dats how I get-by Eid. Juss get a random person on d street pull dem aside giv dem some fresh cloth, food or money n walk away........ This was how my "mother theresa" ways, got me in this............

Ehem but b careful, d last time I tried doing this, I got some girl running off high-pitched & screaming "JAMA'A GA WANI MATA ZATA KAMANI, YER YANKA KAI A MOTA ME BAKAR GILES" Naceh, toh, innalillahi and before you could say sprint, I have been circled by some muscles supposedly meant to be the district guards aka: area boys. I had 2 explain & was eventually understood and Gawd, they can look!!!!! Kai!!! Anyway I was cursing at the back of my breath, damn little bratty dense girl, thinking I was some human slayer when I was only trying to help. I couldn't help being cynical to myself: "Oh I didn't know I was this evil looking". I ended up giving my little gesture to some old woman, who cried, hugged me and sanctified me with prayers, never minding how she baptized me with saliva from her toothless oranged/redish mouth consequential from eating goro I suppose.
Story 2: For some absurd reason, I grew fond this old woman and within weeks I made a habit formation of visiting her during my stay. Every time I was in town I was eager to see her but always apprehensive for fear that she might change her sitting place. However, my fears are put to rest once I spot her sitting next under a tree next to a little shop and positioned as an armrest is her big freight tied in a rugged scarf, which is observably heavy-looking. I came along this time with a new bag because I took notice of her tied miscellaneous but she told me she didn't like the bag but favored her things just as they where (nimah dai, sabi over sabi). I was abit irate but taught rational about it, sentimental attachment, she likes her clothes/accessories tied up as it is. I am known for y sentimental attachments on things too.  She calls me baturiya, a name I never liked but owned up to it because of the respect I have for her. Alternatively, I call her Adda. I asked her name and she told me I should call her what ever I desire. Anway, on my subsequent visit, I decided to arrange her stuff and as I was rummaging through it, there was all sorts. Empty match box, spoon, tooth paste, this little skirt with a zipper in front which has old coins and even corals, torchlight batteries, one pair of slippers, lamp burner and the whole cloth smelt of kerosene including new items from me. She could be frustratingly stubborn and funny. I once managed to convince her to sew only one wrapper and she wont allow me to remove the label for her. And she knows exactly the contents of her tied items. I surreptitiously hid d empty matchbox, the battery that has started leaking due to heat, watching her closely just incase she saw me. She caught me off guard when she said "baturiya maida min kaya na". I got really scared because she wasn't even looking at me. I made asinine excuses and left. I didn't visit her again till after 2wks, because I was really petrified and she had this power aura that will incarcerate you have to visiting her again and again. Counting on, I visted this woman more than 22 times, that am very sure. On no account did I mind how dirty she looked, or her bad breath or her wrinkly her hands rested on my careful manicured, smooth hands (she laffs). Ok, ok, in any case I was not even moved by the astonishment on faces of onlookers who seem to constantly stare and stare. I didn't care; I was there to see my friend. Story had it, that Adda is survived by no1. No mother, no father, no children or grand children and has no siblings at all. D only sibling she had died 8yrs back from unknown causes or so she told people. I taught she might have and designed and fashioned her story because no one even knows of her origin. I once asked her but she refused confirming. She also has this rampant personality transformation. One minute she is very snobbish, arrogant and rude to me next minute she is all hay and mellow. She sometimes says the nastiest that makes you wanna pull her onto the road and drive over her till she becomes puree :-\ and before you know it she is back being sweet. Yay! No, trust me I taught of that too but no, she does not suffer from any mental disorders, no split personality disorders, no depression, no dementia or psychosis. She is sane.

[ummita]

I asked her where she sleeps at night but she would never answer and I told her if she wanted a home but she simply told me to mind my business insisting she has a territory and has made her mark there. I could not help but wonder if that territory was safe and conducive for her and whether it offered sufficient protection. I don't even understand what she meant by making a mark in her zone! I took my cousin on one of my visits and immediately my cousin saw her, she said there was something she didn't like about the woman and she gives her an eerie feeling. I paid my cousin no mind, as she was known to be superbly exaggerative and a drama queen. On reaching under the tree. She looked at me and said "baturiya, kice mah yar uwa naki bana duka" I just felt sick and felt like throwing up because I really got frightened and nervous. Again, I tried to keep myself calm and serene but felt weak at knees and ended up making excuses to leave. I decided not to ever see her, but after 3 days I found myself heading to her "zone". She started buying me a tin of fried groundnut, even though I hate G'nuts I still collected it, and could not but get my act on: my art of pretentious appreciation. Something very disturbing was once d magrib prayer calls, she gets really discourteous and arrogant and will pester me to leave as she does not welcome my presence anymore and if I destest I should never come to see her again nace meh yayi zafi koh! She will only relax and plaster this sheepish smile if she sees me driving off. I drive off hissing and cursing about how ungrateful she was. I have a mother and grandmum just because I took a little liking of you does not certify you to drive me away! You know, that part of being human, makes you think and say all sorts. Distance was my only problem; I went to see her couple of months ago and was so eager to introduce her to someone who I certainly know will like her too but all I felt was not heartwarming. Something was amiss. I taught my prediction came true, she has finally moved places. There was only one person to ask, someone who also liked the woman. I asked for the man who had the little shop but was told to wait five minutes that he was observing his magrib prayer. After cordiality I explained and he said to remember me as the one who visits an old lady months back. I got excited, eager to show her off, and then something hit me hard. All I heard was "Allay yeryi mata rasuwa", she died four months bck after magrib prayer but she mentioned twice of you, malama some time back. He said he took care of her burial rights, as she had nobody. I asked if she died due to illness, but he told me she was hale and hearty but died under her tree. This time I could not even look toward the tree but held tight to my company and I felt teary. The man told me not to cry but added that in the process of her burial, they kept digging out kola nuts and the soil very damp and moist. My tummy churned, I felt sick and suffocated. I didn't know if it was fear that got me into a panic attack or simply because she passed away? I wasn't crying but I turned just numb and fixated, no emotions at all. I didn't even know how we drove back home or the conversation going on around; I just wanted to go to bed. I was sick for 3 days. After 2months, I only had a flash back of her once. Then lately, when my cousin said...."ummita wey dat your weird unconnected n unrelated granmama that you were slaving for", I smiled & said "Allah sarki wallah har na fara manta da ita" and went back on what I was eating. I didn't sleep well that night. I started having strange dreams, not scary but abit unpleasant and she was the lead role who featured in my dreams. Don't laugh, seriously! I discussed it with the person who was meant to meet her, but only thanked God for not meeting her. And my cousin said perhaps I had to start regular visits to, and before she could say another word, I ran off screaming out of my room.

I cant help but marvel over: who is she? I also had a strange encounter few year back when I went to paid homage to the holy land and till present I cant understand who I met. I don't know, but Lord knows, am not at ease giving out any charity again especially to strangers.

[ummita]

UMMITA GIDANKUUUUUUUUUUUU KINJI KO :twisted:

THANKS

I was going to play some Tracy Chapman but I taught otherwise, so I picked up my Sudais and was heart reciting Suratul Ammah.

You? Hafsy, Na lie! Am ninety nine point nine one and a quarter percent sure no b Sudais u put.......since when u turn holy?

She now asked what I was on about, so I said to her am on about the milk she spilled last night. My cousin said what millk, I was begigining to get upset and curse myself for comming to my nieces. Anyway she completely denied it and made me look stupid and I taught, probably I was having a dejavu. I

Omo, meyyynnn..........ba wani dejavu.....u don begin 2 loose it upstairs!!!

Sheeeeesh, now I was getting panicky and scared and this was so weird to happen and my instincts gave me this pooky vibe. So I started reciting a du'a grabbed the door knob and pulled hard and it opened.

Am in stitches........lol, lol, lol. I wish I was there, just 2 c how ur face lukd! Dang!!!! Lol lol lol

But I heard that the house was demolished and the area will resurface as a primary school. Is dat correct? :-\