ANDI'm not sure where to begin with this story, there's no climax, just a few strange experiences. My best friend and I had just moved into our modern two bedroom apartment that we shared. I think we had been there for a few weeks when strange things started happening. The first thing I remember is that my computer would always turn off. It wasn't just turning off, because everything was turned off…speakers, printer, everything. I wrote it off and thought maybe it was an electrical problem, but nothing else in the house had changed (i.e. clocks weren't reset). From the day we moved in, we both noticed a strange feeling about the place, a sort of hefty, uneasy feeling, but I did my best not to connect the two ideas in any way and decided it was just a modern place, a modern city.
A few weeks later things started to get weirder. My bedroom door would slam shut for no apparent reason. We tried turning off the fans, closing the windows, turning off the air conditioning…everything we could think of to cause this, but nothing worked. What was even weirder was that we had a really hefty, plush carpet that went all the way to the bottom of the door, making it arduous for even a sturdy draft to slam the door. This continued, but it was all we could hear, never see. That changed one night when I was in my bedroom getting ready for a bath. I had just run the tub and went back into my room (the room and bathroom were connected) to grab a robe. For some reason, as I was rummaging through a pile of immaculate clothes for a robe, I felt compelled to look at the bathroom door. I did just that, and it slammed shut right in my face. That night I decided to skip the bath and sleep in my friend's room with her. She was calmer about it, but it was starting to weigh on me and it seemed like it had all happened in my room. That night we were sitting on her bed talking about all this and from where I was sitting my bedroom door was in plain sight. We were talking and it was weird but I felt like my bedroom door was going to slam shut. I looked out of the corner of my eye but nothing happened. I decided to shake off that feeling and focus more on the conversation. As soon as I looked at my friend the door slammed shut louder than ever. I was done… I was scared and I was determined that I wouldn't be going back there anytime soon.
I stayed in her room for a few days and that's when it started in the kitchen. We were sitting in her room watching TV one night and I heard water running. I could hear it but I didn't pay much attention to it. We lived in a intricate with over 250 units and when you had people living above, below and on three sides of you you tended to hear everything. But after a while I realized the sound was close, like it was coming from our apartment. I went down the hall and could see into the kitchen…the kitchen sink faucet was on full blast. We racked our brains for the next twenty minutes to make sure neither of us had left it on…neither of us had used the sink.
A few nights later we were getting ready to leave the house and as we were walking to the front door I noticed my friend looking strangely towards the kitchen. I reluctantly turned to see what it was and saw that the cupboard where we kept the cups was open and completely empty. There wasn't a single cup in it. We just looked at each other madly and left. Later that night we came home and I went into my room to get something. As soon as I opened the door I was staring at the kitchen cups. They were all over the floor in the bedroom. As you can imagine my reaction was not composed and at this point my friend was also scared. Up until this point she had been composed and insisted that we ignore it etc. Not anymore.
We ended up moving out a few weeks later because we both got transferred to other jobs, but I can't say I wasn't elated with the decision.
