MY older sister himself rented a flat with two bedrooms at South Park Street (Park House Apartment) in Madison, Wisconsin during the younger year at UW-Madison. There was a stunning corner window in the living room, but huge pines blocked the window from a busy street. Whenever he called me, she was in tears and told me about the latest ghostly character she saw. I would rip it off my shoulders and rolled my eyes at it. After months that he begged me to visit her, I finally did it. When she opened the front door, my eyes were automatically glued to the corridor, and all the petite hair around my neck stood up. She took me in her place – opening my wardrobes to show me how many spaces she had and trying to convince me to move in with her. When she opened her wardrobe in the bedroom, I felt goose bumps on my shoulder. I told her to close it right away because I had the impression that someone was hanging there.
This summer, my parents dropped my two little sisters to stay with Sam. Sam is irresponsible in our family. This weekend she felt so stressed that she decided to leave two little sisters in the apartment, in a up-to-date huge city, while she went to clubs with friends. My little sisters, pom and he, were excited left left without adult supervision. Around midnight he fell asleep on the fur, while he liked the TV until her eyes could not open and lay down next to him. A few minutes later he woke up the sound of high heels on the concrete approaching the front door. She also heard the voices of talking and laughing women, and then the sound of the keys sliding through the keyhole. Although he was ecstatic that he came back. She waited there in the gloomy, the front door never opened. Pom threw herself into the corner window to look and see if the car was back, was not – she saw something else. The gloomy figure was sitting next to a huge pine tree – Poma noticed the outline of the character as a little girl who had curly hair and a fluffy dress. He shouted, waking him up, and they both held and cried. No more than 5 minutes later they heard voices and high heels on concrete, and then the front door opened with Sam and her friends passing through the door. The girls never came back to stay with Sam.
When I moved with Sam, we both shared her room – I slept in Górna Koi. He put his computer in a corner desk so that when you sat down to employ the computer, your back was directed to the door of the wardrobe and bedroom door. Every time I am on this computer, I tend to turn around because I felt that someone was looking at me from the door. All my friends thought I was crazy because I was there with Sam, who considered a bit crazy. They came once to comfort me. We all sat in the lower koi alone, talking and laughing. We even put some music. One of my friends raised the music and began to dance. The rest of the girls joined. The music soon disappeared. It's like someone rejected the volume. It happened several times, we got scared and ran to the living room. We all heard that the door and my friend who ran out the last one shouted. She said she felt something pushing her and the door slammed her.
The months have passed, and I got used to living with “others”. All our friends still arrived to provide support to be with us, so we don't go crazy. He saw the figurines the most – sometimes when the figurines saw her, they were also afraid. It came to the point that I heard him speak to myself or curse and shouting at the top of her lungs. When I ran to see what was going on, she told me she was shouting at the characters to get back the hell. We both thought that we really lost it until all my family moved temporarily for 2 weeks – until they could get to the up-to-date home.
My older brother set up a computer in the living room. Every night after work, he would stay on him until 2: 00-3: 00 in the morning on this computer. One night I watched David Letterman when he was on his computer. After about an hour I turned off the TV and went to my room. A few minutes later he came in and asked if I turned off the TV. I told him that yes. We went to the living room together and the TV was turned on, but it was not on any channel, it was simply blurred. He turned it off and I'm going to bed. Every night the TV joined through and would be blurred. He checked the circuits and made sure that nothing would join, even holding the pilot next to him. Despite the same, it turned on.
After that he began to work, the computer in our room turned on itself. Nights, when I completely turned off the computer and disconnected the power cord, the computer would work independently, even if the power cord was not connected to the socket. There was someone or something that was afraid of entertainment with us.
My little niece, who was only 3 years venerable at the time, ran around our apartment – laughing and played alone. When I asked what she was doing, she told me that she was playing with her up-to-date friend. She was too teenage to have an imaginary friend. One morning I found her in the second bedroom under the covers. I heard him say that she would tell her mother something if her friend is not behaving. When I discovered the quilt, I found my little niece sitting alone, but she had scratches on her face – as if petite nails got deep into her cheeks.
In the last week, when my family was to move to a up-to-date home, my mother slept on the bed alone in the lower perspective when he was on her computer. My mother woke up, but just staring at the room and she didn't live in bed. She saw a person standing at the bedroom door and thought it was alone. But when she looked closer, it was a petite blonde girl who was wearing a fluffy Victorian dress with black fastened shoes and a huge bow in her hair standing there, looking towards herself. My mother said that the little girl reminded her Alice in the land of spells, but she had curly hair. The little girl turned and disappeared in the corridor.
This alone answered many questions why we always felt amazing when we were on the computer or why the computer and television joined … and who was playing with my little niece. We are still trying to find out what happened there and who the girl was … When I drive past this convoluted of apartments, I still get goosebumps.
