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September 2002 – Page 22

Our Ghost
by Kevin C.

I moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend about a year ago. It is on the second floor of a 50-unit apartment building. An old man used to live there before we did; in fact, he used to live in the apartment next door to my boyfriend's mother's apartment in a building owned by the same landlord a few blocks away. Tony, the old man had to move out of the other building because he couldn't walk up the four flights of stairs anymore, so the landlord moved him to his other building which had an elevator and put him in a second floor apartment. Tony was married, but his wife died in the fourth floor apartment a few years back. He moved all of his furniture from that apartment to the new second floor apartment. But after a year of living there the old man could not care for himself anymore and his son put him in a nursing home. Tony left all of his furniture in this apartment. When Mike and I looked at the place, we liked it immediately and told the landlord that we would keep the bedroom set, the end tables in the living room, the small grandfather clock, a small cabinet and a few other odds and ends. 

The first weekend we moved in was the second week of Sept., 2001. It was still very hot out and we had not bought an air conditioner yet and had no fan, we just had the windows open, it was so hot there wasn't even a breeze. That night in the middle of the night we both awoke to hear the dresser drawer handles knocking. We briefly discussed it and went back to sleep. A few months later Mike was going to take a shower at about 1 a.m.; I was half asleep. I woke in the darkness to hear footsteps, starting at the doorway of the bedroom, walk around the bed and stop at Mike's dresser. In half sleep I thought it was just him getting clothes out of his drawer because I heard the handle knock and the closet of the dresser try to open. When he came out I asked him if he came out a few minutes ago and he said no. This started happening every few nights and some nights when we were both in bed we awoke to feel someone touching us on the neck, down the shoulder, each thinking it was the other, but the way we were both positioned in the bed, it wasn't possible. 

One morning we awoke to the sound of the shopping cart jiggling in the pantry closet, which is always very cold despite the humid summer we are having and that the rest of the house is very hot. Mike was in the living room one night watching TV, when I awoke to the sound of his computer keyboard typing away, until I finally got out of bed and ran into the living room. We call her Mary because that was the old man's wife's name. I believe she came here with the furniture and is searching for Tony because she does not know he went to a nursing home. We hear many strange noises and its usually between 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. I awoke the other morning to get ready for work and opened the bedroom door which sits tight on the carpeting, meaning a breeze cannot blow it shut. I showered and came out of the bathroom to find the door shut. Mike was already at work, and I was alone. He eats cereal for breakfast every morning and always puts the cereal box back in the pantry. I woke up saw it on the table and thought he left it out before he left for work, so I left it on the table, he came home from work and thought I took it out, but I did not eat breakfast that morning. 

I have taken Holy Water and blessed the house and cleansed it, but she is still here. She is not a mean spirit, but gets us a little nervous sometimes. I was always a believer in ghost stories when I watched them on TV, but I am the type of person that has to see it to believe it. Now that I "see" it, I am shocked and thought I was crazy, but I am getting used to it.

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