I recently submitted a story and had gotten lots of comments on it so thought I would share what's happened after my D. It may be helpful to read my first story to some.
So after D had kicked me out of his house I met a man we will call M. We were together about two years before I realized he made a better friend than boyfriend. He felt the same way and we actually became room mates and lived together in a studio apartment. Since I wasn't working I would get up early every morning and make him lunch and clean the apartment. Our bathroom mirror was just high enough that I would have to stand on my tippy toes to do my make up so I got in the habit of using a built in mirror in the kitchen.
One morning M had left for work and I was doing my make up. When all of a sudden I heard the front door unlock open and then slam shut. Then I heard M's work bag hit the floor where he always tossed it down. I called out what are you doing home? No answer, so I walked around the corner feeling irritated he was ignoring me. No one was there and the front door was still locked. Needless to say I grabbed my keys and smokes and ran to my Mom's. We lived in a three story apartment building. I was on the third floor and she was on the second.
A couple of days later I was doing dishes quietly humming to myself when I heard a mans voice say HEY. It came from right behind me causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. When I whirled around and saw no one there I wanted to curl up and cry.
After a while I met a girl that we will call K. We started dating and fell in love and I eventually moved in with her. It was a rough spot in my life because as happy as I was with K., my mom was having a hard time with me coming out. Not to mention it was kind of like finding myself all over again. Anyways...
The first apartment we lived in together was a small one bedroom/one bathroom place. We couldn't know that in a few short months her nephew would come to live with us as well. So the three of us were kind of crowded and that's when things began happening again. I would hear whispering like lots of voices. People in the kitchen, my dog chased imaginary things, the cat would lay low to the ground ears back and growling. The kid would talk to someone who wasn't there. Then get upset if you asked him about it. Probably all things that could be explained if you really think about it.
The three of us finally moved into a two bed/two bath townhouse. At first things were great. But only after a month or so I started to become depressed and angry all the time. I was constantly yelling at someone, or something usually the dog. My g/f actually got to the point she considered leaving me. We are the couple who makes our friends sick we are so happy together. So for her to think of leaving you know things were bad.
One day I was upstairs cleaning the bathroom. The way the apartment is set up, the bathroom mirror looks into the kid's room. I swear I saw a ghost walk out of his room and run down the stairs. I thought to myself okay that did not just happen. A few weeks later the same exact thing happened again. Freaked out a little bit but it didn't bother me.
Around this time the kid asked me why I was stomping in his room at night. I told him I didn't and he goes yes you did I saw you. My g/f and I looked at each other like what. He has become more angry since moving in here too. The littlest things set him off.
I see things all the time out of the corner of my eye. I watch animals walk through the dining room into the kitchen. I have three cats and I know what they look like. Unless they're changing size and colors when I'm not looking it seems I have a ghost cat or two.
I hear someone walking around upstairs all the time. The building is old and the floors creak really bad up there. It's great when I'm home alone and I can hear it. I can actually follow the sounds with my eyes if that makes sense. Do I go up there to see what's going on? Uh no thanks I'm good with staying in the dining room listening lol.
One last thing and I will be done for now. I know it's long so thanks for being patient. I don't go upstairs if I'm home alone. I get scared to death feeling and almost have panic attacks. Also when you open our front door the steps are right there as you walk in. I smoke so I come in and out of the front door a lot. I won't look up the stairs to save my life. I'm not sure why but if I do by accident I want to scream and cry I get so scared feeling.
I'm not sure if the stairs are related to an event that happened to me when I was younger. I'm just learning to talk about it and suffer PTSD from it. Or if something is really going on here. But I will keep you all posted!
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