The apartment I used to live in with my dad used to be a house that held the mentally impaired. Later it was converted into two apartments. It was very old and very big. When I would sit downstairs I would hear people walking above me. At night the smoke alarms would go off for no reason, no matter how often we changed the batteries.
One morning I was alone in the house when something woke me up, I looked up to see my step mother walking towards me looking at a piece of paper. I closed my eyes for a second and asked “What are you doing girl”? When I opened my eyes she was gone.
A few nights later I woke up to feel my fiancé touching my shoulder, I figured he was dreaming and went back to sleep. He told me later that morning that he woke up and found me standing beside the bed watching him with a smile. He reached over to feel for me and when he looked away the girl was gone.
The day that I will never forget happened one morning after my fiancé had left for nursing school. I was alone in the house when all of a sudden this horrible feeling came over me, something like dread only worse. I knew that if I opened my eyes I was going to see something I never want to see. So I put my head under the covers and started to pray like mad. Next it felt like someone hooked me up on some sort of machine because I felt like a current going through me. It didn’t hurt but I certainly didn’t like it. I’d never felt that sensation before and hadn’t felt it since. About 30 seconds later it stopped. A few minutes later that feeling was out of my room.
My sister, step sister, and step mother will tell you that something was in there. The cat, Hannah, would look in doorways and start hissing and spitting with a terrible look on her face and my step sister refused to sleep alone after that.
We have since moved on, I’m married now and no one lives in that apartment anymore but I will swear until I die that something evil was in that room with me that morning.
Everything stated in this story is true, I believe in absolute evil now.
Sent in by Beth Wood, Copyright 2008