Haunted In Low Income

In the summer of 1986, my Mother and I moved into an apartment in a low income complex. The first time we ever looked at the apartment I remember running around the place as kids do as my mother talked to the apartment manager. I remember my Grandmother being with us as we checked the place out.

I had ran into the bathroom to look around when the door had shut behind me. Looking back I don't know if maybe I knocked into the door and caused it to close but right after it did, the lights turned off. I tried to turn the knob and remember the door being locked. I started crying because I was scared and my grandmother tried the door handle on the other side and it opened. I clearly remember not being able to open it as it was locked and wouldn't turn. Looking back if nothing else had happened in that apartment, I wouldn't of thought anything of it, just a kid messing around and couldn't unlock the door, or perhaps I hit the light switch in my efforts to open the door.

Shortly after moving in both myself and my Mother had a uneasy feeling. It was hard to explain other than a feeling of a "depression" over the apartment. I was scared of my room and oftentimes would want to sleep with my Mom in her bedroom. A few months into living there, my Mother one morning asked me if I had been in the kitchen last night. I said no, that I slept all night and had just woken up. She asked me a few times, making sure I wasn't lying to her and sneaking a late night snack. She told me she heard the kitchen cabinets opening and closing late last night. I really had not been in the kitchen. I was so scared to even go to the bathroom at night in that place, let alone sneak a snack.

The strange noises continued. We both started to hear the cabinets open and close at night. They were typical apartment kitchen cabinets where if you open them and let them go, they will softly bounce against the frame until they closed. Late at night you would hear the soft "bouncing" of the cabinets being opened and closed.

One afternoon my mother and I walked together to the office to pay the next month's rent when my Mother ran into this woman who was there to collect her deposit or something from the office. She introduced herself to my Mother and asked my Mother how she liked the apartment and said that she used to live there with her son. My Mother didn't say much other than it was "ok" and was glad to have a place with affordable rent (My Mother was a working single mom). The lady looked at her a little strange from what I remember and asked her about any strange noises or problems? My Mother kind of looked at her strange and just said that she heard the upstairs neighbors sometimes and she thought it caused the cabinets to "bounce" some from the vibration of the upstairs kids running around. The lady looked right at my mom and I remember this so clearly and told her to "Be careful and take care."

We continued to live in this apartment. It was creepy and in the back corner of the complex but we made the best of it. I spent the summer days at my Grandparents' house while my mom worked so we were not there a lot. At night mostly and even then there were times I wouldn't want to sleep in the apartment and we would spend the night at my Grandparents' place.

As time went on I started feeling more and more depressed, almost to the point where as a kid who was otherwise happy, I started having feelings of suicide and feelings of dread when I was at the apartment. It got to the point where I refused to go to school and ended up being seen by a therapist because I was so depressed. My Mother went through hell with me due to the depression. We couldn't figure out why I was so depressed.

One summer afternoon we were in the complex "common" area having a BBQ with a few other neighbors. Your typical summer BBQ, water guns, Kool-Aid kids having fun. I remember telling my mother that I had to use the bathroom and she was helping cook at the time on the outdoor grill. She gave me the apartment key and I ran to the apartment to go to the bathroom.

The moment I opened the door I felt this heavy uneasy feeling. I can't explain what came over me but I swore I almost did not enter the apartment because I felt like there was a man in the apartment. I walked down the hallway to the bathroom, passing the towel closet and small storage closet on the way. I stopped dead in my tracks, afraid to even move. I felt like I was frozen in time and suddenly I heard what can only be described as someone with a TV on right beside my ear, super loud being turned on and off with the mute button. I heard bits of noise going on and off. I suddenly felt this strong feeling a man was standing behind me. The noise stopped but I still felt uneasy, looking behind me I saw nothing but I felt this heavy feeling in the apartment. I remember running to the bathroom and quickly going and then running out of the apartment, not even locking the door. I told my mom that I thought there was a man in the apartment. Her and my neighbor and her husband went into the apartment but didn't see anything. They looked at me like a "kid telling a fib" but my mother knew there was something wrong. I wasn't the type of kid to make up stories. She knew that apartment had something or someone a spirit there.

We stayed there one more year before moving to another place. Once we moved I felt the depression lift away after a few weeks. I was like a totally different kid after leaving that apartment.

A new person moved into that apartment with two kids and a husband. They lived there about 6 months or so before the husband, from what I been told, became depressed and violent. He ended up stabbing either his wife or a friend inside the apartment. I am not saying these things are related but I can't imagine anything positive coming from that place.

Years later when I got a little older, my Mother opened up about that apartment. We were talking about it and she told me there were times she seen a dark shadow at night in the apartment. She said she was scared of living there but, at the time, we had very little options and she never wanted to tell me about it because she didn't want to frighten me. During our last few months in the apartment we slept in the living room with all the lights on. It got that bad there, I can't explain what happened or what was in that apartment but whatever it was, I think was pure evil.