apirateslifeforme
The Next Mrs. Simon LeBon
- Joined
- Aug 18, 2003
I swear that the apartment I used to live in was haunted. For reference, it was a 2-floor townhouse-style apartment; my computer was at the top of the stairs, with a closet and the bathroom to the left, bedroom behind the bathroom, and the wall/staircase of the adjoining, UNOCCUPIED apartment to the right. Most of the activity happened in this area. I'd hear footsteps on the stairs and distinct sighing outside the bedroom door (remember, there was nobody in the unit next door! And the unit to the left - the occupant was in the military and he was gone for months at a time). I often smelled pipe tobacco wafting through the place (my deceased grandfather had been a pipe smoker). Several times, when sitting at the computer, I heard the footsteps behind me, then a cold draft pass across my back, right to left.
Once, while in the bathroom, the lights dimmed and came back up. I froze. They dimmed again, longer this time. I said, "Hello?" and they came back up. Then they dimmed again, I said, "Okay, you're here, you can stop now" and they came back up. It never happened again.
The weirdest one was when a light bulb burned out in the bathroom (it also rattled when shaken, so definitely was done). I didn't have a replacement, so I took the hallway bulb - which wasn't as bright - and put it in the bathroom. I left the burned-out bulb on the hall table, with the intention of bringing it for matching on my next trip to Home Depot. A day or 2 later, I went into the bathroom, and suddenly the light was as bright as it had been before I'd made the switch. This made me stop dead, then I hit the switch for the hall light. Remember, there was no bulb, so it shouldn't have turned on - but it did. I glanced at the hall table, where I'd left the burned-out bulb - GONE. Because it was back in the bathroom. Working. Seriously.
Now, I live in the house where I grew up with my mother and my grandparents. My grandmother died, in the very spot where I'm sitting, in July 2007. A little over a year ago, when my son was still a newborn, whenever we sat in another particular room, he would twist around to stare and smile at one corner of the room. This was the corner where my grandmother would still and read books for hours on end.
Finally, within the past 2-3 months, while playing in this room (remember, where my grandmother died), he started looking at the doorway, smiling, then looking at me, then back again. He did it so much that I started looking at the doorway - and of course, didn't see anything. Finally, he smiled, turned to me, pointed at the doorway and said, as clear as can be, "Who that is?"
Once, while in the bathroom, the lights dimmed and came back up. I froze. They dimmed again, longer this time. I said, "Hello?" and they came back up. Then they dimmed again, I said, "Okay, you're here, you can stop now" and they came back up. It never happened again.
The weirdest one was when a light bulb burned out in the bathroom (it also rattled when shaken, so definitely was done). I didn't have a replacement, so I took the hallway bulb - which wasn't as bright - and put it in the bathroom. I left the burned-out bulb on the hall table, with the intention of bringing it for matching on my next trip to Home Depot. A day or 2 later, I went into the bathroom, and suddenly the light was as bright as it had been before I'd made the switch. This made me stop dead, then I hit the switch for the hall light. Remember, there was no bulb, so it shouldn't have turned on - but it did. I glanced at the hall table, where I'd left the burned-out bulb - GONE. Because it was back in the bathroom. Working. Seriously.
Now, I live in the house where I grew up with my mother and my grandparents. My grandmother died, in the very spot where I'm sitting, in July 2007. A little over a year ago, when my son was still a newborn, whenever we sat in another particular room, he would twist around to stare and smile at one corner of the room. This was the corner where my grandmother would still and read books for hours on end.
Finally, within the past 2-3 months, while playing in this room (remember, where my grandmother died), he started looking at the doorway, smiling, then looking at me, then back again. He did it so much that I started looking at the doorway - and of course, didn't see anything. Finally, he smiled, turned to me, pointed at the doorway and said, as clear as can be, "Who that is?"
I can laugh now, but in the moment it was terrifying!! 
Only ghosts I've seen are sitting on my doom buggy at Haunted Mansion. Somehow, they even know what state I live in....
