Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

When I was young, back in the early 60′s, we moved to an apartment in Shreveport, Louisiana. It was located on Main Street about 3 or 4 blocks from the river bridge that goes into Bossier City. This was the location of my first ghostly experience.

To this point I had never been frightened of the houses we lived in and we had lived in a few. My dad’s job changed locations every 6 to 8 weeks and we would move across a state or across several states to the next location.

This apartment was the creepiest and located on the 2nd story. The activity started the day we moved in.

The first thing was an old hand that would reach around the door and grasp the door knob. We all saw this at one time or another and thought it was maybe strange lighting from the outside. Dad got up a time or two and checked to make sure no one was in the apartment. This happened during the day as well as at night. Then the outside door at the base of the stairs was locked every night and the next morning when my dad would go down to leave for work the door would be open, he changed the lock but it didn’t help, the door would still be open in the morning. So he started getting up a couple times a night to check it. It seemed that it was being opened in the early morning.

The thing that really terrified me was at night I would feel breathing on my head or neck. I would hear paper blowing across the floor and a moaning sound. I would then very softly call out to my mom hoping this person wouldn’t hear me. My mom would always come in turn on the lights show me nothing was there, no paper in the floor, nothing there to breath on me. She would then stay til I went to sleep. But this was EVERY NIGHT.

My dad got a long weekend and took my oldest brother (12) to Lake Providence to put in a swimming pool for extra money. They would be back on Monday afternoon. The lady that lived downstairs picked that Saturday morning to tell my mom the story of the apartment we were living in.

About 2 years before we moved in there was an elderly lady and her son that lived up there. They stopped coming and going then there was an awful smell they couldn’t get rid of. They tried to get the people to come to the door but got no response. They finally called the police and they broke the door down and went into the upstairs apartment. When they went into the living room (my bedroom) the son was dead and had been for some time they said the bugs had carried most of him away. The old lady told them that he was asleep not dead. She said she had fed him 3 meals a day for the week he had been laying there.

The apartment had been remodeled, and rented several times since then but know one stayed long.

My mom put my other brother and me in the bed with her and stayed awake most the time to watch us she was to afraid to sleep and not watch us.

When my dad and brother got home Monday afternoon Mom relayed the story to my dad.  He told her to start packing, he took Tuesday off and we moved to 78th street.

This was really scary to me as a child but my parents never seemed not to believe me, I guess because they felt something was there to.

Thanks for all of your stories I really enjoy reading them, and hope you will enjoy this one. Because this apartment has never left my mind, It still haunts me, I don’t remember a lot from that age but this is very vivid in my mind. so enjoy

Sent in by Martha Swayze, Copyright 2010