Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

As you probably already guessed, I live in an apartment. Yes, apartment number 208. I’ve never believed in ghosts. This isn’t a stupid story about some Victorian fashIned ghost woman or a lost soldier’s soul or some made up stuff like half the 12 year olds on this site make up, so don’t assume anything.

Anyway, I moved into this tiny apartment with my brother and parents about 8 years ago. I’m not sure how many years I’d lived there when this happened, but around the middle of the night (as spooky things usually happen) my room floor started softly shaking and my bed hit the side of my wall. I thought there was an earthquake until outside my window I heard ambulances. I went out to my porch and watched as my landlord was wheeled away. Her daughter cried like she was shrieking. She had a really high pitched voice. She had died instantly in the shower of an unknown cause. Her eyes were open as they rolled her past me, and I remember looking straight into them. Being so young, I was terrified and had nightmares for the longest. Whether 10 years old or 40, it’s horrifying to look into the eyes of a dead woman.

So rewinding before she died, my landlord was a perfectionist. The parking lines were so close that it’s impossible to park slanted, but apart enough to open the door. It’s kinda hard to explain. You had to walk at a certain pace or else the top floor would make a squeak – which she hated. The outside appearance of our living space had to look the same. Screen doors were not an option. No plants had a sign of wilting nor a sign of it happening anytime soon. All windows had to be open or shut at the same time as everyone else. I could go on and on. But it was cheap, and it was close to my school and my parent’s work. So we were content.

Anyway, about a year after she died, weird things started happening. My doors would slam on their own. Not shut, but slam. And – it only happened when one window was closed and the other open. Whenever trucks came by my bed would shake and hit the wall. Every time in the middle of the night I would hear that high pitched shrieking cry, and hear rolling wheels outside around the top floor (yeah I live on the top floor.) The list goes on. Again with the creepy stuff – I could go on.

No one in my family believed in ghosts, including me. But I was pretty young and curious. So I decided to figure this stuff out for myself. I decided to check it out years after. You get fed up with it after a period of time. So I did my own tests -

The slamming doors? That’s because of the wind.

Shaking doors when trucks go by? That’s because we don’t have such a firm foundatIn on the second floor.

The rolling wheels outside? Our neighbor’s grandma to take her cart of laundry to our laundry to call dibs on the first machine.

The shrieking cry? That’s our pipe lines that run through our apartment at midnight.

All the other weird things going on had the similar answers.

You see a year after she died and her daughter moved out, our new owner was less of a neat freak, in fact the exact opposite. Without all the care that was given to it before, this apartment is run down. It wasn’t a ghost or spirits or whatever.

See this to all of you who jump to paranormal conclusions. If something weird’s going on, don’t call a ghost buster or something stupid like that. Check things out. Of course they’re gonna come up with a whole bunch of stuff. That’s how they make their money. ‘That’s too crazy to be a coincidence. You’re making up excuses.’ Look who’s talking.

Sent in by Sarah Rebekah, Copyright 2011