I guess this story isnít as impressive as some of the more ďdramaticĒ stories here. I donít think Iíve ever seen anything supernatural that couldnít be explained. I would love to truly believe in ghosts and spirits but I guess Iím still on the skeptical side of things. I really would love to see something like that because then maybe it would give me a little more faith in the existence of the human soul or something. Who knows? Anyhow as I have said this story isnít as ďcinematicĒ or ďepicĒ as some of the tales I have read hear but itís kind of strange so I will let you be the Judge.
Several years ago my wife and I divorced. Not an ugly divorce with lawyers and fighting. We split very peacefully. I moved into a small apartment house that had three other apartments in it aside from mine. From the road it looked like a normal house but it had been built to be apartment units. There were two upstairs apartments and two downstairs units. I rented the downstairs single bedroom unit in the front and at the time no one else lived in the building except for myself.† For a month or better the other apartments remained vacant. During that time I was still getting established and didnít have a bed. So I was sleeping on the couch and it was there that I had the first ďstrangeĒ experience which at first I wrote off as a dream.
One afternoon I was on the couch watching a movie and fell asleep. I woke up and couldnít move, lift my head, arms or legs, I had a hard time just opening my eyes and it was difficult to breath. I remember opening my eyes just wide enough to see the front door of my apartment and trying to call out or say something but the best I could do was get out a whisper. I remember feeling fear and panic but I still had this strange dream like feeling about what was going on. It seemed very surreal but incredibly scary at the same time. I donít know how long I was like that or remember much of what happened after. I just know I woke up to the DVD menu later and felt strange for the rest of the afternoon. I would have written this off as a dream if it had only happened once, but this was just the first of many times while I lived in the apartment that this would happen to me.
About two months later someone moved into the apartment above mine. He was a younger guy who lived alone. For a few weeks I didnít really see much of him but he had a car similar to one that I had owned before my divorce. One afternoon I had returned from the store just as he was heading out. We introduced ourselves talked for a while about his car and random things. After about a half hour of talking he asked if I was unemployed. I thought the question was strange so I told him where I worked and asked him why he thought that. He explained that he worked Midnights from about 10 in the evening till 7 in the morning. During the day he slept and the reason the thought I was home was because he would wake up from time to time and hear voices coming from my apartment. Sometimes he even thought he would hear doors banging. I explained that I worked during the day and that perhaps it was from one of the houses next door. We both went on to a different subject and didnít think much more of it.
It wasnít more then a week or two later that I realized what my neighbor was talking about. One evening I was sitting at my computer when I heard what sounded like footsteps in the apartment above mine. They were very heavy like someone wearing boots. At first I just assumed that the guy upstairs was home early. But the footsteps continued on for a long time. In fact it started to get really annoying because it sounded like someone was running around in circles over my head. Then it stopped followed a few seconds later by a loud thud, like something heavy hit the floor.
This got me worried so out the door I went. I ran up the steps and knocked on my neighborís door. The apartment was dark and my neighborís car wasnít in the driveway. Not sure what else to do I called the building manager. About a half hour later he showed up and after knocking on the door several times he pulled out his keys and opened it. He stuck his head in and yelled my neighbors name a few times. When no one answered so he closed and locked the door behind him. He told me he didnít see anything out of the ordinary but he would try to contact my neighbor and let him know what happened.
For the next few months I would randomly hear footsteps from the apartment above when my neighbor wasnít home. One night in late September I am almost positive that I heard the sound of someone crying. It became so common that I even started joking with my friends that the ghost of Michael Flatley was River Dancing in the upstairs apartment. However aside from the random footsteps nothing really strange happened and I even began to wonder if it was just a plumbing problem or the ductwork clunking around.
It wasnít until the following spring that I really began to wonder about the strange sounds that I had been hearing. Because of a raccoon I was outside picking up trash that was blowing around from my garbage can. I was chasing down some papers when I met the lady that lived in the apartment house next-door to mine. She introduced herself and we joked about the raccoon getting into the trash. We talked for a little while longer and then she made the comment that she was glad that people were finally living in my building again. When I asked her what she was talking about and she went on to tell me a story that really sent chills up my spine.
It turns out that the apartment house I was living in had sat vacant for almost a year before I moved in. Prior to that however a man who died of a drug overdose had rented the apartment above mine. She went on to tell me that the man had been suffering from depression and had a lot of personal problems in his life. She didnít have a lot of details but she had been friendsí with the young couple that had lived in my apartment. They had told her that one afternoon few weeks before he died the man had knocked on their door in the middle of the afternoon and claimed he was looking for his daughter. When they informed him that they didnít know what he was talking about he pushed past them and began searching their closets and bedroom yelling her name. The couple called the police and the building manager. My neighbor lady went on to say that the building manager was going to evict the man but he killed himself before anything was made official. The young couple had told her that the night that he killed himself he paced back and forth for hours talking to his self before he finally stopped. Later that night they heard a thud and then it was quiet. The following day no one saw him and the day after that police found his body in the house. He had taken a large quantity of sleeping pills and other prescription medication.
After talking with my neighbor lady I began to wonder about what I had been experiencing. Were the sounds my upstairs neighbor hearing the spirit of this man searching my apartment? Were the endless footsteps the pacing of a ghost reliving his last day on earth? Was the thud a phantom body hitting the floor? Was I experiencing his death first hand with my strange dreamlike paralysis? After talking to my neighbor a lot of puzzle pieces fell into place but I was left with many more questions.
Unfortunately that is the end of my story. Not long after this I moved out of the small one bedroom apartment and into a house with my girlfriend whom is now my wife. Since moving I havenít had another dream like that or experienced anything even remotely paranormal. So I will let you be the judge. Maybe it was just dreams and loud plumbing and ductwork or maybe it was the emotions and sound of a depressed and lonely man who was reaching out from beyond the grave. It’s not the most exciting story but it was very strange. And real which is more then I can say for some of these tales.
Sent in by Dominic Burnley, Copyright 2009