why my gran STILL sleeps on bricks (and it's not what the tourists think)

Grew up outside Pietermaritzburg. Every bed in the house was up on bricks, four red bricks under each leg, and as a kid I never asked why because that's just how beds were. When I finally did ask, my gran went quiet and said one word, uTikoloshe. The little hairy man who comes at night. He's short, ……