FFrom August 2005 until behind schedule spring 2006, I lived with three friends in a roomy, aged apartment in Madison. One day I was home alone, putting away the dishes in the kitchen, when I heard a woman sigh loudly behind me. I didn't hear anyone come in, but I wasn't surprised because it sounded exactly like my roommate's girlfriend, Joelle (who I've known for years), and she was there often during the day. But when I turned around, she wasn't there. I checked the rest of the house, but I was alone and the front door was locked.
The following weekend I was out of town with my fiancée visiting family. All the rest of my roommates also spent the weekend out of town (actually one of them was out of state), except Tom, who stayed there with his girlfriend (the same one Joelle mentioned earlier). When I returned behind schedule Sunday evening, Tom asked me where I had been all day, and I explained that I had been out of town since Friday afternoon. Tom seemed a little concerned about this, saying, “We both saw you going from your room to the kitchen and back last night while we were watching TV. It was dark, but we were sure it was you….” We were both a little scared at the thought.
When I was alone in the computer room or bedroom, I often heard bulky footsteps creaking on the hardwood floor in the dining room. Eric Jon (one of the roommates) wore bulky, hard-soled shoes indoors all the time, so I usually assumed it was just him until I went to welcome him home and discovered the apartment was empty and I was alone. All three other roommates agreed that they had experienced the same phenomenon, and often.
Most of the things that happened there mimicked the behavior of the apartment's inhabitants. I wonder if the house just “remembered” things that happened in it and recreated them.
