Something Messing With Me?

I recently moved into a new apartment on February 1, 2011. It is a newly renovated apartment complex, and it seems to be a popular place for college students to live, me included. It is a nice, comfortable place to live very homie and vibrant with greenery. I moved in with my boyfriend, and am allowing my friend and former roommate to stay with us until she graduates.

When I was moving from my previous apartment, my roommate and I shared a box filled with both of our clothes. She quickly unpacked her items and transferred my clothing into two smaller boxes, which she then placed in my room on the floor against the wall. I was aware of the boxes, but I didn't have time to unpack them right away, with school and work being my first priority. A few days later, I found sitting right on top of one of my boxes something that had been missing for about a month.

I had thought I had gotten a job which I was later refused because my boyfriend worked there. I had come in with my valid driver's license, my social security card, and a void check for the owner to scan for my almost job. Afterwards, my boyfriend and I left together, and I neatly folded everything together and placed it in my wallet. So I thought. We went straight to his place and within the short car ride, my important documents were missing. I didn't sweat it, assuming it fell in my car. But after a thorough cleaning, since the car was due back, my important information was nowhere to be found. Not in the car, my boyfriend's room, and defiantly not in my old apartment.

When I saw my things on top of the box just as I folded it, my assumption was that my boyfriend, or friend found it and placed it there, but none of them even knew it had been missing, nevertheless placed it where I found it.

A few days later, I went to make my meal supplement shake for lunch, and was shocked to find the lid missing from the blender when it was placed tightly onto before I had left for school. Every time I seem to speak about what happened, I get terrible phone interruptions, even with full phone reception. It tends to only be my phone as well. Even my boyfriend's old Nokia sounds better than my new windows smart phone.

A few weeks go by with nothing new, so naturally I brushed the activity off of my shoulder until today, March 14, 2011.

While getting ready in my bathroom, I started to hear some tapping. Unsure of what was causing it or where it came from I ignored the sound. Once I was done with what I was doing, I realized the tapping was coming from the top right corner of my closet door. Thinking it was shaking, I placed my hand on the door to make it stopped, but it continued. I finally opened the door to see if the air vent was facing the door. The tapping stopped, and the vent was facing the back of the closet, nowhere near the door. I then proceeded to close the door as it was, but no more tapping keeping in mind that there is nothing above me to cause rattling.