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February 2001
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The
Haunted Apartment
by Sherry F.
It was August of 1998. My sister and I were both pregnant, married and living in the same household until my husband Jason and I could get the apartment next door. I always felt that someone was watching me, and I was really paranoid to stay there by myself; I could always here little sounds and stuff, but never could really quite make them out. My sister Stacy was the first to notice this. She was decorating the baby's new room and she noticed that a dark shadow walked out of the hall closet and into the bathroom. Not long after that, my sister was home alone and I was across the hall babysitting. Both of our husbands were at work. She heard the door open and slam shut all day long. She would yell, "Jason, stop slamming my door," thinking it was my husband. After a while, she heard the door open again and someone walked into the bathroom and used it! She also said that they left the door open so she could hear them in there, then she heard them walk back into the bedroom and slam the door again. She got up and walked into the bathroom and noticed that they didn't flush the toilet; she could tell that someone had used it because there were bubbles in the toilet. (You know what I mean - guys do that.) No one was there except her.
I had a funny feeling about that place, but never really paid any attention to it until after I moved out. In September, my husband and I moved into the apartment next to Stacy, and by this time Stacy had already had her baby. She would always feel a cold chill in the baby's room, so she would never put him in there. I went over there one day and a bunch of strange things had happened. Stacy showed me blood on the bathroom wall where it looked like someone had fallen and hit the wall with their hand and let it smear all over the wall. The microwave would turn off and on by itself, and late at night when she was asleep, loud noises would wake her up. One night it sounded like someone hitting a ruler across their hand. She heard it in the living room and it kept getting closer to her room until she pulled the blanket over her head. A few minutes later removing it to hear the noise again, but this time it was right in front of her face. They didn't want to stay there anymore, but for some funny reason they stayed one more night. At 5 a.m., my sister calls me and asks me to stop hitting the wall. I said, "Stacy, I'm not hitting the wall." After I hung up the phone, I heard what she was talking about. It sounded like someone was hitting the wall with a hammer. From her apartment it sounded like I was doing it, but from my apartment it sounded like she was doing it. They never stayed another night in that apartment. Jason and I lived in that apartment for another month before we moved.
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