Apartment D-102 On Blueberry Lane

I've read stories on here for ages now and I finally decided to post my own, sadly it's not as entertaining as some I've read, but it's mine!

When I was in high school my mom moved into a bottom floor apartment, D-102, on Blueberry Lane. I came to live with her and my stepdad shortly after; I never felt anything foreboding about the apartment, some things were just a little off, like the feel of the air. I can't recall when, or what, my first experience in the apartment was, but a lot of things happened and we came to call our ghost Vinnie. The story behind the name of our ghost is strange and possibly not paranormal at all, but here goes:

I was out of town for the weekend so I called my mom on her cell to say hi, it rang a bit and a man answered. I thought it was weird she'd let a guy answer my call, maybe she and my step-dad had a friend over, so I asked if my mom was there. The voice on the other end said: maybe, who is this...? I said, well, this is her daughter and this is my mom's phone do you know where she is? He said again, maybe, who is this? I was irritated because I thought this person (who was answering MY mom's phone) was messing with me; there was a playful tone in his voice like he was doing this on purpose, the jerk. I told him my name and I asked if this was Dave I was talking to (a family friend) he said, nope this is Vinnie; at this point I am beyond confused, my parents don't know a guy named Vinnie (I am positive) and it clearly was not Dave. I said, I must have the wrong number so I'll try again, he said maybe I did. (I would like to add here, that I DID NOT have the wrong number, throughout the conversation I checked my phone a few times to make SURE it said "Mom", I was indeed calling her cell phone.)

When I called back my mom answered almost immediately, I asked her who the heck Vinnie was and why she wouldn't talk to me. I was pretty annoyed. She said nobody was there besides my stepdad and her phone didn't ring at all, it was sitting right next to her the entire time. So, crossed lines possibly? I don't know I don't feel like that was the case and neither did my mom. We had already had a few unexplained occurrences by this time and decided the man on the phone was our ghost, thus we named him Vinnie. Another phone experience shortly after, my mom tried to call ME that weekend from the apartment and when she did, she heard a far away (male) voice mocking her saying my name. I did not receive that call until she made a second attempt. We figured Vinnie was having a heyday with the phones that weekend.

Other strange occurrences, things would go missing (typical of a playful spirit!) and the feeling of being watched, or more so followed, when you'd walk down the hallway. I always felt like something was about to grab my shoulder from behind, like there was some kind of tension behind me. I always made sure I walked at my normal speed as opposed to running down the hall, just so whoever it was knew I wasn't afraid. My stepdad had "Vinnie" walk through him at one point in the hallway, he saw a shadow for a split second, felt a rush of cold air and felt as though the wind were knocked out him.

I was also semi-uncomfortable in my room/the house at night after everyone was in bed, I would try and get my mom's dog to sleep in my room with me but most times she wouldn't even go in there if I carried her. One night she did, I had gotten up to get a midnight snack, walked into the kitchen and turned on the light, I saw, very clearly, what I thought was the dog (a tiny runt of a Pomeranian named Baby) run around the corner into the living room. I was so absolutely positive it was Baby that when I was done getting my food I saved her a treat and called out to her. I searched for her in the living room, when she didn't appear I figured she must have gone back into the room and indeed she was there, bundled up and hidden completely under my blankets sleeping the way she was when I left. I was freaked out so badly I woke up my mom who told me it was probably Vinnie, gee, thanks mom, for confirming my fears!

There was a night I heard my name called as well, I was just about to doze off when "Mandy!" comes from the top corner of my ceiling opposite my bed. It was so clear I said "what?" and then jerked fully to consciousness when I realized where it had come from. I said goodnight and that was that.

I never got a bad vibe from this spirit, he liked me. And when I moved out, I missed him!

My fiancé and I came back to live with my mom after I graduated, at this time my son was 6 months old. I told my fiancé, Derrik, about Vinnie and he was kind of like, whatever (he was not a "believer").

The night we arrived, at around 2am my son's steering wheel toy went off saying it's time to play and making other noises only accessible if you physically move the gear shift up or down, I woke up and lay in bed horrified for a minute and it shut off. A few minutes later it did it again, and I whispered "knock it off, you're freaking me out", it stopped for good. The weird thing is that toy's batteries had been dead for like a month and the on/off switch was on "off", it never went off again. Maybe backup battery power... Who knows, I think it was Vinnie since we'd never had any "toys" before then, maybe he was curious?

A couple days later I had a bag of stuff I bought at the store that I set on the couch, I returned to get it and it was gone. I thought it was Derrik who moved it, he didn't, but he helped me literally rip the house apart, cushions off the couch and all, with no luck. I told Derrik it was Vinnie, he looked at me like I was crazy when I yelled out "Vinnie, this isn't funny, I'm P'd OFF right now and my s*** better be back where I left it when I come back inside".

We went out, smoked a cigarette and TA-DA my bag was back on the couch we had just ripped apart. Derrik was kind of like...whoa.

This type of thing happened frequently though, so no big deal to me. I also would misplace things constantly on my own and they would show up in an obvious place, or if I couldn't find it I would ask Vinnie to help me and again, it would show up in plain view. That was a nice built in key finder let me tell you!

This is near the last of my experiences in the apartment, when we were moving out, we had been talking about the new house, we were all excited to move (it was all of us, my mom and stepdad included), and we were standing in the kitchen chatting about our excitement when we collectively heard what sounded like a plate shattering all over the floor. I was at the sink and thought maybe I broke something, nothing was injured, nothing in the cupboards was harmed, and there was no explanation for the noise other than Vinnie was upset that we were moving. We all came to that conclusion. When we moved, I said he was more than welcome to visit (that made my mom mad lol), but he never has; I think he stays in the Blueberry Lane apartments, and not just mine, I have a feeling he travels through a lot of them as sometimes the air in the house felt lighter and different, empty if you will.

I have tried to research the history of the area with no avail, I've heard a couple stories about a shooting where a man died in the parking lot, but never found any concrete evidence of it. I'm just not sure where he came from, if anyone has an idea of how to investigate that matter further I'd love input on it. Thank you for reading!