My husband Bill and I used to live in a very nice one-bedroom apartment in Seattle. We moved there because we thought it was a good area of town, the apartment was newly renovated and we thought we were "upgrading." We were very excited, and at that time we were planning to get married. It was around the first week of October 2004 when we moved in and got married a couple weeks later.
I was a housewife and spent most of my time tending to that nice apartment. I loved it, but I felt that something was not quite right.
One afternoon, a couple of days after we first moved in, I was sitting at the edge of our bed folding clothes. The bedroom door was ajar. When I looked up, I noticed something move away from the door, very fast. It looked like the top of someone's head, and was a gray color. I did a double-take. There was nothing there. It was so fast I was not sure if I really saw anything, but it felt like someone had been watching me. I shrugged it off and just went on with my chores.
That feeling of being watched intensified day by day.
Bill would get home from work around 10 p.m., and I always had dinner prepared for him. I had been feeling uneasy for the first two or three weeks since that we lived there, so one night during dinner I confessed to Bill that I felt our apartment was haunted. I told him I waited two or three weeks before I told him because I did not want him to think I was crazy. To my surprise he replied, "No, I do not think you are crazy. I felt it too." Then he explained that from the first time he set foot in the apartment he felt a nameless "resistance" to us, but kept quiet about it because I seemed to really like the place.
Shadows and light
After that conversation, the "thing" started to get really bold. Bill and I would see shadows walking around the apartment. There was an apparition of an old man having coffee. Bill had been touched on the shoulder by something, but when he turned around there was no one. We have a cat named Cooper, and he would act like he was following someone, then run away, begging for us to go after it.
I was getting really scared and thought I was losing my mind. We started fighting incessantly, and I just felt I was going to be put away.
I never brought up the subject of moving, and neither did Bill, because we had just moved in and it would be a waste of money to move again. After all, this was a really great-looking apartment and in a very convenient location.
But I was constantly asking Bill what those things were in the apartment. I say "things" because there were multiple entities there that we have seen. I have seen an orb, and we both have seen an reddish-orange entity in the form of a man go into our kitchen. Bill saw a face in the kitchen window, and I have seen shadows varying in height from three to eight feet.
Another thing we could not figure out was that we saw replicas of ourselves there. Like it was trying to imitate us. We realized then that it makes us see what it wants us to see.
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