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Extra Bonus Weird-But-True Story Redux

Sigh.

You know, these weird things in my apartment have always been far apart in time…maybe once every year or so.  So today I had banished “the case of the mysterious dresser” from my mind for that reason.  That, and since I do not understand it, have no pictures or witnesses to the event, and don’t know why it happened, no point in dwelling on it.

Next event, if there is one, won’t be for a long time, right?

How wrong I was.

This afternoon I was reading an e-book (“Love All the People” by Bill Hicks) and pondering whether the cronut is a blessing or a curse (both, I decided), when…

CRASH!  BUMP!

Noises – very loud ones – coming from the hall right outside my apartment door.  So I got up, opened the door, and there right up against my door was a very large box of last year’s Halloween decorations.  On its side, as if thrown (and that’s certainly what it sounded like).

The Halloween decorations that I was going to get down from the attic tomorrow.

The attic that has a locked door and can only be accessed by someone already in the house, who then has to go up 2 sets of stairs and right past my apartment to get to it.

No one was home but me.

I moved the box out of the way and (warily) went up the stairs to the attic door.

Locked.

I kind of knew it would be, because had someone been in the attic, I would have heard them walking around (as the attic is directly above my apartment).

After a few frantic conversations with a friend who I knew would believe me, I have calmed down considerably.  But if this keeps up much longer I think I am going to move.

It’s nerve-wracking enough to think that your apartment is haunted, and obviously I don’t mind that much because I have lived here for awhile.  No, the thing that really gets to me is the sudden noises.  As anyone with PTSD will tell you, that malady carries with it an exaggerated startle reflex, so loud noises can easily unnerve me.

“Ok, you have my attention, can you please stop throwing things?” I said to..whomever.  Fortunately (I realized later), no one actually answered.  I honestly don’t know what I would have done, had someone replied.

But it gave me an idea.  Not a great idea, but something to try, anyway.

I think I will get a small digital recorder and see if it actually does say anything, in the form of an evp (electronic voice phenomena).  My opinion on evps are mixed, and quite frankly I think most of them are fake, or the result of suggestion (“We think it’s saying ‘get out’!” someone tells us, so that’s what we think we hear).  But I’m open to trying.

And not at 3 AM, either.  Those of you who think haunted weird things only happen at night, well here’s ‘proof’ that they do not necessarily – as this happened at around 4 PM.  The whole night thing is just for effect, for TV/movie dramatic purposes.

Plus, I am not about to creep myself out by sitting in my attic at night.  I have an active imagination and I would rather keep it out of any investigating I might do.

I’ll keep you updated.

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Extra Bonus Weird-But-True Story…

Normally I would not put in an extra post, but seeing as it’s October and that I had the weirdest experience early this morning…well, I just had to share.

Most of you who know me, know I believe in ghosts.  And not just because I am Wiccan, but because I have seen or experienced them, all my life.  Since childhood, I have seen some extremely odd things in the various houses I grew up in, and to my parents’ credit I was never pooh-poohed when I reported these things to them.

Why no one else saw these things, I have no idea.  And only one of my children has experienced activity, and I know this because we were together at the time (along with my downstairs neighbor).  That incident happened where I am living now, about 2 years ago.

I’m going to tell it just so you know that other people can vouch for this particular instance, so maybe you will believe what happened to me this morning.

I was watching TV with one of my (adult) kids, about 3 am, when we both heard footsteps on the stairs.  My house is laid out in such a way that, in order to get to my apartment upstairs, you have to get in the front door downstairs, which is always locked.

The only other person in the house was my downstairs neighbor, who was in her apartment, also watching something on TV.

Anyway, I looked over at my kid and said, “Do you hear that?”  And he acknowledged that he, indeed, heard footsteps on the stairs.  His reaction was someone had broken in or used a key somehow, and was coming to our apartment.

I waited until I heard the footsteps stop, near my apartment door, and flung the door open….

…yep, no one there.  I went downstairs.  No one.  I checked the front door.  Still locked.

The next day, my neighbor wanted to know why my kid had been “stomping up the stairs” in the middle of the night.  To her credit, she didn’t even bat an eye when I told her what I had experienced.  She’s pretty unflappable, which is one reason I like her.

I have also had a door close and latch on me, in my bedroom; heard footsteps in the attic (cats also heard them, as they were looking upwards as if they did); heard crashing in the kitchen when no one was in there, and found nothing amiss; have had a locked door fly open; and other miscellaneous stunts.

It seems to have a thing for doors, and for being generally annoying.

That brings us to this morning, around 5 am.  I was up because my cats were badgering me for treats, which I am out of until Thursday.  Besides meowing, pawing at boxes (makes noise, I guess), and jumping on the bed to stare in my face, one of them decided to get on top of my dresser and push things off.

I ignored it the first time.  The second time it happened, I banished both cats to the livingroom, and closed the bedroom door.

I was just getting to sleep when…CRASH!

I jumped out of bed, turned on the light, and there were the contents of the top of my dresser, all over the floor!  Some were way under the bed, and some were pretty far from the dresser – indicating some amount of force required.

Sleepily I thought, “Well, clearly I didn’t get both cats out of the bedroom.”  So I went over to my door, which was closed and latched, and opened it.  There, on the other side of the door, just sitting…

…were my two cats.  Clearly, whatever sent my things flying wasn’t a feline.

Honestly, I don’t know what to think when these things happen.  I mean, what’s the point, other than annoying the heck out of me?  So I said out loud, “If you are so intent on moving things, why don’t you make yourself useful and clean the kitchen?”

That would be so cool, having a ghost for a housekeeper.  Too bad it doesn’t work that way, as my kitchen still needed tidying up when I woke up later in the morning.  Lazy ghost!

So, take it as you see it, but if I was going to write a fictitious ghost story, I would have made it a lot scarier, and a lot longer.  These incidents happen few and far between, and, as most ghost hunters will tell you, they do not happen on command.  And they do not happen often enough to drive me out of my apartment.

They are startling, yes, but not scary.

Life is strange, oh yes it is.