It's currently 3:30 AM.. I'm lying in bed, adjusting to life in a new place. The sounds are quiet yet tranquil, the nights sleep peacefully here...
I lived in an old apartment for a large portion of my childhood, around 40 or 50 so years old that had become a popular homestead for the retired elderly folk in search of a final destination in life. And so they did, as seeing Ambulance lights dance through the blinds became a regular occurence throughout the years. However it never really helped that it sat at the end of two hospitals, nursing homes and funeral homes... basically setting the poor place up to fail from the beginning, things were bound to get odd.
One of my first memories of a strange thing happening was when I was 12, watching my TV shut off and turn on non stop, completely ignoring the remote I was holding. They really liked electronics, that gave them the most power. They would blare music from the Alexa, having a keen liking for Limp Bizkit. And they would spout jibberish through my Boombox, which ran on batteries and had none in them at that time. That low guttural mumbling was freaky to say the least, having an Ex at the time witnessing it too, it was really unsettling..
Then things got worse. The easter of 2020, my sister would tell me these stories about seeing shadowy figures in parts of the room and how much it freaked her out- [We were discussing how she needed to stop sleeping in bed with me] Fast forward to July of 2021 an old friend of mine was staying the night at my house, ending up being hospitalized due to a severe panic attack that paralyzed them. They described seeing the same figures that terrified my sister the year prior, while staying in my room, pointing out the exact same locations that my sister idenified. However, I had forgotten the topic until that weekend. Proving my theory that something was going on in the apartment, I talked to my dad, who shared his own stories of ghostly encounters. Including hearing someone talking in my bedroom, and went to open the door, assuming I had gotten home- I was out for the evening. He kept calling my name, slowly approaching the door keeping whatever voice that was behind it, hidden. But as soon as he opened it, the voice was gone. Along with frequent recounts of items being moved or thrown in his room.
However on the last week of us living there, in the midst of packing is when it got bed. My sister was cooking in the kitchen before being touched and having a woman " whisper in my ear", a language she didn't recognize. this frightened her to the point of being found in the hallway crying before anyone else got home, refusing be apartment alone. along with handprints showing up and lights turning on, we also witnessed door slam right front us that final straw.
We ended up all sleeping at our respective locations starting that evening, and now one week later we are officially free from whatever claws we had been trapped in all those years.
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