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Weird Shit Going Down In My Apartment: Advice Needed 12:06am, December 18, 2008
Some weird shit has been going down in my apartment the past couple of weeks. Paranormal-type stuff. Not anything truly substantial, I’ll admit that up front, but some weird shit nonetheless.
Bear with me as I crank out some background: I live with my girlfriend in a two bedroom/two bathroom apartment on the third (top) floor of a 12-unit apartment building. We don’t have any kids or pets. We have been living here for around two years. There is a pond and a shitload of ducks. Nothing even remotely creepy has happened in my apartment over the past two years, up until about two weeks ago.
Following is the sequence of events, all completely true and unembelished:
Wednesday, December 3, approx. 1:30 am: A ground-shaking thud awakens me, and I sit straight up in bed and turn to face my girlfriend, who is also sitting erect, similarly startled. “What was that?” she asks. I take the flashlight and check the doors. All secure. I quickly check the apartment, but can’t find the source of the sound. I retire to bed.
In the morning I discover that an enormous landscape painting has fallen off the wall and is now laying on the carpet. This is obviously the source of the previous night’s ruckus.
Thursday, December 11, approx. 4:30 p.m: Work has been increasingly frustrating during the past month, so I duck out early and come home to play some online poker in an attempt to relax. While sitting at the computer, opening a can of whup-ass on a handful of ultra-low-stakes gamblers like myself, I hear the sound of glass shattering. First off, this doesn’t sound like a juice tumbler falling off the kitchen counter, this sounds like Lee Majors getting tossed through a plate glass window. And second, it’s obviously coming from MY apartment. I get up and check the screen door, the kitchen (where all the dishes are), but nope, nothing’s afoot at the Circle K, so I go back to my game. Approximately 10 minutes later I hear more glass shattering, so I reluctantly get up to make a more thorough inspection.
I recheck the bedroom and everything seems cool until I get closer to the window and notice the carnage. There’re shards of glass scattered across the carpet, stretching almost to the bed. I draw open the blinds. The bedroom window is completely shattered. The impact point is obvious, the center of the glass spawns the fracture point, with striations of cracks stretching out to the edges of the window frame. I look out the window (again, from the third story), but there’s nobody outside on the sidewalk amongst the hordes of ducks. All of the glass is INSIDE the apartment, and even as I’m standing there, assessing the situation, heavy triangular icicles of glass fall from the window and shatter on the carpet. I figure that the first sound I heard was the initial fracture, and then the subsequent sound was the result of broken shards falling and shattering against the ground. Although I find a whole bunch of glass, I don’t find a rock or a brick or anything that might have broken the window. A few inches of snow have fallen earlier in the day, so it could have been some mischievous kids lobbing a snowball, but I don’t see any chunks of snow or icy liquid. (Although I’ll concede that a broken snowball could have easily melted during the 10 minutes it took me to find the source of the sound.)
Maintenance repairs the window the next day.
Saturday, December 13, approx. 1 a.m.: As the girlfriend and I retire to bed, right before I kill the lights, we hear a mysterious dripping sound. The drips are spaced about four seconds apart, and they sound distinctly like liquid falling into liquid, like a drop of water falling into a liquid-filled basin.
“Did you hear that?” she asks. “Did you spill something?”
I check the glass of ice water at the side of the bed, and as I lift it up to inspect it, I hear it again. Drip. It’s not the ice water. I put the glass down and check around the nightstand. It seems to be coming from somewhere close, maybe over by the hamper. Drip. I can’t find any liquid, anywhere. I go into the kitchen to get a flashlight.
But when I come back, the dripping has stopped.
Monday, December 15, approx 11 p.m.: While in the bedroom, we both hear the unmistakable sound of a spoon being dropped into a glass bowl. The sound is obviously coming from the kitchen. Again, the girlfriend asks if I heard it. I tell her that, yes, in fact, I did. But I don’t bother to check it out.
Tuesday, December 16, approx 1 a.m.: We both lie in bed, ultra still, in the dark, for about 10 minutes, and listen carefully for any paranormal activity. We hear nothing.
Wednesday, December 17, about 2 hours ago: While watching television, one of our kitchen cupboards closes with a thump. Loudly. We hear it over the television. We try to recreate the same volume and timbre of the sound by shutting the cupboards and various velocities, but we can’t do it.
Like I said previously, there’s nothing too substantial here and I’ll be the first to admit it. But added all together, it’s starting to intrigue me. I don’t necessarily believe in ghosts, but being a rabid horror fan, there is a part of imagination that definitely WANTS to believe. I’d like to have a couple of friends over to take a Ouija to the place, but the girlfriend is reluctant. She doesn’t want to “invite anything in”. Jesus Christ, whatever. I just want to get the Witchboard all revved up.
As a postscript, it may be worth mentioning that the landscape painting that fell off the wall was initially discovered by my girlfriend on a suburban street, leaning against the curb, bearing a Post-It note that read: “Free Painting” She threw it into the backseat of her car and immediately sped home to grant it a glory spot on the dining room wall. So I guess this could all simply be attributed to the haunted-ass nature of that crazy abandoned painting.
(And by the way, sorry for not getting a photo of the fractured window. For some reason it didn’t even cross my mind.)
I'm going to go with the haunted ass nature of the crazy abandoned painting. Did you hang the thing back up after wards, or is it still lying against the wall?
It got moved into the second bedroom. Where the computer is. It's leaning against the wall. About three feet away from me as I type this. It's not a very scary painting. A pond, some dark shrubs, a looming mountain in the background. It doesn't even feature a cabin or a little guy in a fishing boat. It's faded and kind of sad looking. And when she first found it, the back had been torn out of it, like some mobster had checked it for hidden loot.
I think sh*t like this happens all the time, but we never notice it or think nothing of it, but the second you start expecting it everything amplifies. Although, when I saw the ghost chick I wasn't expecting it (all three times). Keep us updated, cool stuff. Set up a streaming web cam and we can sit and watch hahahahaha
November 2005, i never get cold but i start freezing, like horribly bad, Same night my aunt calls says she came from the bathroom and saw her husband(or so she thought) leaving the kitchen & follow her, she finds her husband asleep in bed. My uncle(her brother) calls, now they aren't on good terms so it was not collusion, he says a face appeared in his hallway. My mom had also been talking around the same time that she had smelt odd scents at night.
The next morning i'm home alone when the chimes in the hallway go off, now noone is ringing the doorbell so it's not a person, but they go off a good 3 minutes.
I've heard the dragging of what sounds like a shovel or bat in the attic(as has my cat)
The blanket of my recliner which looked all fucked up one second was somehow straightened up upon my return minutes later.
i've seen shapes & heard sounds in the hallway, where my cat always watches things(ghosts?)
Plus a tape recorder that said get out while recorded in the basement.
We've seen a lil boy run down the side of the house everyday for years.
Plus items of flown off my shelves.
Now i may smoke the pot & eat the shrooms but alot of these were done before shroomery & i don't trip out liek that on pot.
"but the second you start expecting it everything amplifies"
I agree, once you talk about em & think about em they do more it seems. I've accepted my spirits.
But all jokes aside it sounds like ou a pretty malovelent spirit in your apartment My ex girlfriends basement was haunted and one day she had to go to court for a speeding ticket and noone was int he house for me and i all of a sudden felt to hands around my neck like something was choking me. But also a couple years ago when me and some of mfriends had our own apratment i had the same occurence each time is happened i would be paralyzed i couldn't call out for help or anything i could barely breath its very scary thing when it happens but all in all its only makes oyu stronger and at my ex girlfriends house after that happened i stood my ground and not many occurences woul dhappen we would also go to sleep witht he music on and it used to type on the computer (that was our cd player different story) it would stop songs we could both see shadows and if would fuck with the volume i would try to give you advice but everyone is going to tell you something different the other side is such a tough thing to fight
Dripping explained: Turns out the new window that maintenance installed sometimes leaks when it snows. I just found water dripping from the top of the window onto a shallow pool that had formed on the ceramic window ledge. (It's snowing right now.) So case closed on the dripping, I guess. UNLESS...the spirit/entity rattled the window in its frame one day while I was at work....and loosened it enough to cause the leak......
Well first that shitty maintenance team should do something about that window. It reminds me of an episode of supernatural, with the haunted painting and such....yup. Thats it. If its like that episode then its some bad shit. You should salt and burn that thing right away!
Very interesting, I've had a few experiences with my Aunt that died over ten years ago. People have said that they felt strange in a particular part of my home. My cat, Grievous, will go to that bedroom door & just stare, & sometimes meow very deeply. It doesn't really bother me. I've always felt that there is something beyond our current existence. My Uncle said that my Aunt materialized in front of him on two different occasions. I've felt my late grandfather's presence a few times as well. My father who's had a major stroke, kept talking about his "friend in the window", while he was in the hospital. It can be un-nerving at times. The picture might be a gift from a deceased loved one, or relative. Maybe the person who painted it died & wants it brought back to where it belongs, or maybe the person it was given to has passed on & wants it back. If you use the witchboard, comment about the painting & see if you get a response. If not, I'd just get rid of it. Just my two cents!!!
One weekend about a month ago, my girlfriend got totally sloshed and took it upon herself to repaint the ugly frame the landscape painting came in. Trouble is, she didn't bother TAKING THE PAINTING OFF THE WALL! She just stood in front of it, hammered, sloshing black paint across the frame. So now it looks like a 1st-grader painted the frame as a City Center School for the Blind art class project, with streaks of paint occasionally wandering from the frame onto the canvas itself. Perhaps the original owner of the painting is angry that his attempt at art was defiled by my drunken girlfriend. Based on your comments, the painting appears to be the catalyst here. I think I'll hang it again tonight, see what happens.
I thought my house was haunted for a few week due to the fact that my dirty clothes would mysteriously be cleaned and folded when I got home from work... then I remembered that my girlfriend had moved in shortly before this phenomenon had started.(little disclaimer: I am a huge sceptic when it comes to this shit, and by “huge sceptic” I mean I don’t believe a half a can of boiled emu shit worth of any of it. sorry folks. )
My prescription to you, dear author, is to get some candles and some calf’s blood, buy a sparkling new milton/bradley brand ouija board (because im sure mr milton made his heirs swear on a box of “ants in yer pants” that they would have every single one of his board games blessed [or cures?] by a witch) and invite me, a true non-believer over for a good ol’ bubble-bubble-toil-and-trouble, junior-high-sleep-over caliber of a conjuring. If some spooky shit happens during our little bout of witchery, then I promise to eat a double portion of crow and immediately begin to rebuild every level of my personal belief structure.
-post script- just as I placed the final mark of punctuation on the above ramblings, my computer let out a hiccup and re-booted the page, completely erasing everything I had written forcing me to start all over. Shitty computer or paranormal interference? You be the judge...
I do ghost hunts all the time and we use a Ouija quite often too.. As long as you don't try summoning up the devil you will be fine.. Will send a pm with details.
this stuff happen to me all the time. our family member died in our house not so long ago and now i see stuff out of the cornner of my eye, but not in the room he died in, im not parnoied and its not scary just weird, can somone tell me if its a ghost
Had alot of the same stuff happen at my place. Things were moved around, taken from a counter, placed on the floor, cd towers were pulled down, strange noises, tremors in the house, furniture vibrating. The 2 things that stand out for me is 1) the cupboard door: I witnessed ALL of my cupboards and drawers being opened and closed with my own eyes, and 2) the sound of dripping water: it drove me nuts for 2 nights until I ended up kicking in part of a wall as thats where it sounded like it was coming from. In my case the previous owner had killed himself in my home. This escalated over 6 months. I tried to rationalize, but the doors opening and closing cinched it for me. I ended up walking around the house talking to whatever was there, explaining I wasn't leaving, we'd have to share, imploring cooperation. I felt like a total ass, but incidents decreased and only happen once in a blue moon now.
Yeah, there are a few flashlights roaming around the place, and one of them is usually on the nightstand. If I have to take a late-night piss, I'll take a flashlight rather than turn on the bathroom light.--UPDATE: The painting is back on the wall, but there haven't been any additional "events". Well, admittedly, I've heard a couple of things when in the apartment alone, small noises that could easily be attributed to my own imagination, or the central heating system, or the settling of a middle-aged apartment building, etc. Very quiet thumps and creaks. But nothing definitive since December 18. I've got a new digital camera being shipped right now. As soon as I receive it, I'll post a few photos of the painting. I'm telling you though, it's not that ominous.
Hey Rip, Maybe you could use a tape recorder. Ask a question, wait a moment, then ask another. Play it back & listen carefully for a response. Who knows?
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Like I said previously, there’s nothing too substantial here and I’ll be the first to admit it. But added all together, it’s starting to intrigue me. I don’t necessarily believe in ghosts, but being a rabid horror fan, there is a part of imagination that definitely WANTS to believe. I’d like to have a couple of friends over to take a Ouija to the place, but the girlfriend is reluctant. She doesn’t want to “invite anything in”. Jesus Christ, whatever. I just want to get the Witchboard all revved up. 
