Legend has it, that somewhere in South Africa is a house. The house just randomly appears out of nowhere. It appears across the street from the neighbours.

This happened to me, and boy do I have a story to tell. I lived in Cape Town, and across the street was a mysterious house. This home looked abandoned and old; it was creepy. I am a haunted house lover, so obviously I decide to explore it. I did not go alone, my best friend went with me.

An hour later, and we found ourselves on the porch of the house. My hand was on the doorknob, I looked at my friend and I asked her,

“You ready?”

She shakes her head and says: “Ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do this”

I turned the knob and surprisingly the door opened. We stepped inside and we just stood by the door for several minutes taking in the view. The wooden floor boards were broken and busy rotting away. The Windows were broken and the house had a awful smell, like something had died.

The railings were rusted and the home looked like it was falling apart slowly. There was an eerie and creepy silence that surrounded us. We decided to go our separate ways ,and explore places of the home individually. I decide to explore upstairs and my friend explored downstairs.

I explore the main bedroom first along with the rest of the bedrooms on the second floor. I moved on to the bathrooms and then to the balcony where I stood for a few minutes and took in the view. I went back downstairs and I explored the kitchen. The house was creepy as hell, but I never found anything interesting.

All I could find was old, and rusted items. I decided that it was now time to leave, but I didn’t realise that my friend was nowhere in sight. I called out to her a couple of times.

“Anele”

“Anele!!”

I started to panic, she was nowhere to be found. She never responded back. I then received a text from her that said “Sorry for the short notice, I went back home because I didn’t feel well. The house was starting to make me feel ill.”

I breathed a sigh of relief because now I knew that she was safe. I then left, making sure to close the door behind me. I called her later that night, but she never picked up. I then took it as a sign that maybe she was sleeping.

Her mother then called me, asking me where Anele was.

“She never came home?” I asked her

“No, I received a text saying that she is by you.”

I was super confused.

“No she’s not, I received a text from her saying that she was at home because she was feeling ill.”

I then looked out the window and saw the door of the house open. I ended the call with a goodbye and I ran across the street to the house. I entered and checked the basement but the door was locked. I saw a figure standing by my window, I then ran to my house again but it was gone.

I felt tired and sleepy, so I fell asleep on the sofa. At 03:00 AM I had a dream, more like a nightmare. I saw that Anele was locked up in the basement, she had no eyeballs. She had animal-like scratches all over her body and her limbs were torn off.

Anele was screaming for help, but she was dead. Behind her was something sinister, something dark and evil. The next morning, the house disappeared and it was nowhere to be seen. I also haven’t seen my best friend since.

Do not enter the house no matter what. Do not make the same mistake me and Anele made. The house collects souls.