Ghost in My Apartment
by Debbie Taylor
I was living in Garland, Texas with my girlfriend and roommate. As they went to the other apartment to bring our stuff over, I was alone in the new apartment. I had to use the restroom, and as I did, the water in the sink came on by itself. I was in shock, and confused at what had happened. I thought I was losing my mind. That was the first experience. As time went on, we would hear knocking
noises on our ceiling, but not like someone knocking on a door. It was kind of like a knock than a pause.
At the time, there was a new couple that moved in upstairs. As they did, I had a conversation with the lady of the house, who said they had a 15-year old daughter. Well as time went by we never saw
the girl. It would happen every night between 3 and 3:30 in the morning. It sounded like a girl was being abused and was asking for help. I called the police to the apartment upstairs, but they couldn't find anything. The television we were watching would turn to the Spanish station, and the volume would be turned up high. Well we would try to turn the volume down with the remote, but we had to
physically turn it off and then on for it to go back to normal.
On one occasion I saw a black mass move from our roommate's room into the bathroom. I was home by myself, taking a shower. I felt like someone was in the bathroom with me. I was home alone, so I hurried up and got out as fast as I could. I
could hear a little girl call my name, and again I was home alone. I told my girlfriend and roommate about what was going on, and we all started talking about our experiences. About a month after the couple moved in upstairs we heard pounding sounds on the stairs. I went outside to see what was going on. The couple was moving out, and I asked them why they were moving. The lady of the house said
to me, "THERE IS TOO MUCH FREAKY SH*T GOING ON AROUND HERE!" Then I asked them if they experienced anything, and they all said yes.
One night for dinner my girlfriend was cooking mashed potatoes and she put a potholder on the counter to set the pot on. As she turned to get the pot of potatoes she turned
around and the potholder was back on the hook swinging back and forth. When I got home she was white as a ghost and scared to death.
Well that was all we could take. We finally moved out and never went back.
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