In December 2009, I lived with my boyfriend and my dad came to visit me sometimes. Before we moved in, we lived across the street with friends in their apartment. They warned us about apartment 22, our friend Shane said he sometimes sees ghosts and talks to them. He said the ghost in the apartment we were moving into wasn't nice. He said that this spirit took their lives in the apartment and had other spirits under its control there.
When we moved in, strange things started happening right away. My cat always stared at the corners of the room, at the ceiling. I guessed he was watching the black figure I saw sitting on the couch one evening after only a few weeks of living there.
When I was home alone, the door would slam upstairs if I was downstairs, and vice versa. My boyfriend and I once had someone tap us on the shoulder while we were talking to each other in the hallway and there was no one else there. My mom came to visit once and she wasn't a massive fan of my ex, so I went downstairs with her and left the apartment because we heard someone in the kitchen preparing lunch. We heard cabinets opening and closing, dishes being placed on the counter, searching the fridge, etc. My boyfriend at the time had gone out early with a friend, but I figured he must have come home really quickly to eat. So I go downstairs with her and we see that there is no one in the kitchen. No lunch is being prepared. Nothing on the meters. And I realized that I had never heard anyone speak.
One evening I went to the store, I was alone at home. I closed the door, took three steps and heard the door open by itself. Of course it is. Then, 3 days before Christmas, I slipped on the stairs with a screwdriver in my hand. It pierced me 6 inches and severed my liver. I spent 3 days in the hospital and when I came home, my dad said there was a ghost in the apartment. I asked to move immediately and the owner moved us to a fresh one without any questions.
Posted by Kayla Ryan
