My first official on-my-own apartment was in a low-rise walk up. Not an old building (probably built in the mid-60s) and I was on the 2nd floor, in a nice little one bedroom.
I can’t remember exactly when it first started, but I’m pretty sure it was in the first year (I lived there for 4 years). I woke in the middle of the night (which isn’t that unusual) only to come face to face with something kneeling beside my bed (I was sleeping on a futon). It was humanoid, and I think male – it didn’t look like a child per se, but definitely young-ish. It looked at me and smiled, put a finger to it’s lips and went ‘Shhhhhhhhh…’ I gave a start, a bit of a scream, blinked…and it was gone. I was super freaked out and slept with the lights on the rest of the night.
That was the only ‘awake’ visitation I had while I lived there – everything else was in dreams, or rather one re-occurring dream. I was in an older house standing at the bottom of a flight of stairs. The house was well-maintained with nothing out of the ordinary. I would slowly walk up the stairs towards three bedrooms. I would always choose the bedroom to the right of the staircase. It was a relatively normal looking bedroom – it actually reminded me of my bedroom when I was a kid – with a window directly across from the door. The only thing that was out of place in the room was a crystal that was either floating in front of the window, or under the light in the middle of the room above the bed.
I would step into the room and be able to make my way to the bed at first, always watching the crystal, when it would suddenly flash red. The blinds would roll down quickly, the lights would go out, the door would slam shut behind me. I would become paralyzed and start floating horizontally over the bed, unable to shut my eyes, focused on the ceiling. I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of dread, doom and death. I couldn’t say how long it lasted, but it always seemed like forever. When I did wake up, it was often morning. I recall falling back asleep a couple of times, and the dream continuing with me being paralyzed and floating, until I woke up again. I would say this dream happened about once every couple of months for basically the last three or so years I lived in that apartment. It got to the point that when the dream would start, I would know what was going to happen, but couldn’t stop it.
I found out about 2 years after I’d moved into the apartment that the previous tenant was an elderly woman and her disabled daughter. The woman died in the apartment, and the daughter had been sent to a home or something (the landlords really weren’t sure). They never said how long the woman and her daughter had lived in the apartment, but I believe it had been a while.
I was hired at a station near my hometown, so I moved out of that apartment and haven’t had the nightmare since. I honestly don’t know what was going on, if the previous tenant had anything to do with what I was dreaming – as I said, I only had one ‘experience’ while I was awake, everything else was dreams – and I don’t recall anything else about the apartment being out of the ordinary.
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