Your True
Tales
July 2003 –
Page 9
Restless
Spirit
by L.
Cole
I moved into apartment 105 when I was 22 and my daughter was two. It was a one-bedroom as that's all I could afford at the time. We slept in bunk beds in the bedroom or sometimes I would sleep on the couch. From the moment I moved in there, I felt uneasy, like there was someone watching me all the time. I also started having anxiety attacks when I lived there that I still am plagued with to this day.
At night when I was in the bedroom, I would hear someone walking around in the living room or kitchen. I chalked it up to noises from another apartment that just sounded like it was coming from mine, until a couple of nights that I had friends sleep over and they confirmed that they woke to hear someone walking around. On other occasions I would sleep in the bedroom with the television on in the living room but the sound off - kind of like a night light. I had to get up and turn the TV off because it seemed that someone was changing the channels rapidly. I could tell this by the way the light would flicker on the wall. A male friend I had at the time would sometimes crash on my couch. I woke up early one morning to find him gone. He left a number where I could reach him, so I called. He told me that he tried to watch TV, but the channels kept changing on him. Then when he gave up and tried to sleep, he kept hearing someone pacing on the carpet. He refused to stay there again. He would visit during the day though, and we jokingly named my "ghost" Trigger.
One night I went out with friends and came home late at night to find that everything had been moved around. Every picture was crooked, every ornament was facing a different way. I freaked out and checked all the windows, thinking that someone had been in there when I was gone. Another time a friend and I were sitting at the dining room table when suddenly a clock hanging in the living room fell off the wall for no obvious reason. The clock fell apart, but still worked when I put it together. A couple hours later I noticed that the clock on another wall quit working at the same time the first on fell.
Once I was in the bathroom about to run the tub when I heard a humming, vibrating noise. It progressively got louder until I couldn't stand it and grabbed my daughter to run into the hall. The landlord happened to be out there and heard the noise as well. She was about to knock on my door when I came rushing out. She came in the apartment and the noise was so loud that we had to nearly yell to hear each other. We put our hands on the walls and could feel them vibrating with the noise. Suddenly it stopped and got quiet again. I was so shaken and she was very confused. She told me that there must have been air in the water pipes that caused it. That is when I decided to give my notice at the end of that month. The landlord asked if there was something wrong with the apartment and I said no. I didn't want to tell her I thought it was haunted because she was very religious and I didn't want to sound like a quack. But she did mention that it seemed that no one lives there for very long and that the last tenant moved out after only a month. Strangely, she just moved down the hall into an identical suite.
My last month there, I went out to a pub with a friend and ran into another acquaintance who offered us a ride to my apartment. When we pulled up to the building he said he would stop by sometime. I was a little intoxicated and said something to the affect that I'm moving because my apartment is haunted. He said, "Do you live in 105?" My mouth dropped and I said yes. He said, "Oh, did you know that a young guy shot and killed himself in that apartment last year?" To this day I wish I had that confirmed and now that I'm older and braver I would like to rent that apartment again... actually, nah.
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