The Girl In The Corner

I've been on this site for some time reading the stories and, like many others, I now feel comfortable enough to share my story. And I would love to hear your input on this matter.

I moved into a one bedroom apartment with my fiancé at the time with a lot of excitement, considering we had been living out of a small bedroom in a 3 bedroom apt prior. At this place we were the second tenants to live there. The man that lived there before us moved out of country and had lived there since they were built.

It was an open floor plan for the most part with a vaulted ceiling and from the front door the kitchen was to the left with the dining table and to the right was the living room with a small door leading to the porch. From the front door looking straight back it splits at the end of a short hallway with the bedroom to the right and bathroom to the left.

We lived there with our new pet cat Taj and he was an odd kitty. He would watch things that weren't there and liked to be around us constantly. At night when we would go to sleep, he would desperately try to get back in to the room, sticking his paws under the doors and sometimes ramming it. We always thought it odd, but he was still pretty young so we paid it no mind.

I was always a night owl and when my fiancé would fall asleep, I always would stay up late and read, work on music, or just lay there until I got tired. However, there was always a weird feeling in this place late at night when all was quiet, for I felt uneasy and had a strong feeling to stay close to my fiancé when in bed as if something was threatening her or she was not welcome.

Four months went by since we moved there and our relationship had depreciated due to us being on different pages in life. She moved out, taking her things as well as Taj, and after this devastating blow to me I became sad. The apartment no longer held any warmth to it as far as I was concerned and, despite being completely alone, it never felt that way. I always felt like at any moment someone was going to walk out the door to my bedroom when I was in the living room or kitchen, and as if someone was in the apt when I was in the bedroom. I tried to rationalize it as paranoia or that the break up was messing with me until it escalated after I began to see another girl a few months later.

Jes and I had been seeing each other for a little while and she was staying over one night for dinner and a movie and things seem to be alright, nothing weird happened, no odd vibes, nothing. Until we went to sleep and she shot up from her slumber and woke me up in a panic saying that she had seen a girl in a black dress standing in the corner of the room by the closet. It was really late at night and I just calmed her down and brushed it off, thinking she had a bad dream and went back to sleep.

All was well for a few days until she stayed over again. Like last time, until we went to sleep and she woke up and sat up straight as an arrow, panicking like before saying that she saw a girl in the corner staring at her with an unpleasant look. At this point I was beginning to worry for her and myself, considering I live there.

I'll never forget the last night she stayed with me. She was sound asleep facing the wall and I had my arms around her. I was awake and it was dark in the room but not dark enough to where you couldn't see everything clearly. I rolled over onto my back, looking up at the ceiling when I noticed a form was there looking over me, right next to the bed. I mean literally inches away. The figure resembled a shadowy woman with short hair and, at first, I didn't register what I was seeing. The more I looked, the more it became clear as to what I was looking at. This didn't happen slowly, even though it felt like a long time. Then the form that was standing right next to me on my side of the bed, turned away and disappeared.

That's when it clicked and I realized what I just saw and had happened. I shot up and woke Jes up, freaking out telling her that I just saw a shadowy woman, she was right there next to the bed looking down at me and then turned and moved away and disappeared! We were both freaked out and she never stayed over again after that and later broke up with me.

Thus the mood returned in the apartment, that unusual feeling once more and again, even though being alone, it never really felt like it. After that occurrence I was beginning to have speculations if perhaps I really was not alone all this time.

So another month or so went by and I began seeing another girl. She was into paranormal things same as I was and said that she felt that there was some kind of mood to the apt whenever she came about.

For a while nothing happened until one night we were trying to have a romantic evening and had candles lit in the room with all the lights off (I know Casanova right;) ). We were on the bed and things were getting a bit heavy when all of a sudden we both, at the same time, clear as day saw the girl standing there in the corner by the closet staring at us with a look of displeased confusion. We were looking right at her, she was about 5'-9" judging from the closet door next to her, with a black Victorian style dress and short straight hair about chin length with a fair face, and was quite clear. She didn't appear to be transparent because we couldn't see the wall behind her. Then just as soon as we saw her, she was gone yet it felt like an eternity looking at her. We were frozen in silence and in the room there was a terrible stillness. We both were very freaked out and didn't say anything or even move for a brief time. We then talked about it, realizing that we both had seen the same thing at the same time, word for word made us full of speculation. Needless to say it killed the mood of the evening for sure, and as you would expect that relationship, same as the others before it, failed. Thus again I was alone and was until I moved out.

Shortly after that final event, I started taking care of my friend's cat Spooks and after receiving him the mood shifted in the rest of the apt. He never would go into the bedroom, not ever.

I wonder if whatever this woman is, if she's afraid of cats and hates women or perhaps she's bound to me. I still have the cat, and a lot of other stuff has happened at the other places I've lived there after. However, I feel this story is long enough, and I would be very interested in your thoughts on everything.