I wrote "Is something haunting our apartment "a few months ago. Since then I have had nightmares about a man staring at me from the doorway in my room. I have never thought much about that and I just brushed it off as a bad dream. Not much has happened since, except one night (the Wednesday before my occurrence) it was about 10:30 pm. I got out of the shower, and heard noises in my daughter's room (across from the bathroom).
I walked very slowly and quietly to her bedroom door and listened for the noise. It sounded like someone was going through her toy box. It wasn't my baby since she sleeps in the crib and doesn't get out. I walked even more slowly to my bedroom, woke my boyfriend, Adrian, and pleaded with him to check on Jesenia (my baby). He actually said no, since he had no idea what I was talking about (he was knocked out).
I said "Fine, I will do it myself." I walked to the closet and grabbed a bat, then walked to her room. I opened the door slowly and looked inside. Nothing. I turned the security camera on in her room. Then I walked to my room. I was so frightened. I watched her room using my security camera monitor, but nothing happened. So I went to sleep.
That Friday 11/14/2008, I took off work. I and my 2yr old daughter were lying in bed at about 11am. She was watching cartoons and drinking chocolate milk. I was taking a nap. We had not had anything to eat yet that day. So, we got out of bed and I went straight to the bathroom. I left the bathroom door open, because when I close it my baby throws a tantrum.
While I was taking care of business my daughter runs into the bathroom and claims that she cannot find her chocolate milk. I tell her that she left it in my bedroom on the floor. She runs to my room and runs right back and said "Nope, mommy I lost it." I said, "You didn't even look! Go back and it is on the floor by my bed." (My daughter is very advanced for a two year old as I have mentioned in the previous story.) Then, she came up close to me and snuggled by my side (yes I was still on the toilet). I asked her to leave the bathroom because I was busy. She just wouldn't.
I did my thing before I washed my hands she said, "Mommy I am scared." I asked why, and she backed up a little, looked up at me and made a circle with her index finger and thumb, then said "I am scared of the man and the little green star in your room." I immediately thought of the stories that the previous tenant had told me about the man haunting his son and the apartment. Then, I thought that she was referring to an orb when she made the circle with her finger and called it a green star.
I said, "Baby, there is no man in my room. Go get your milk." She cried and said, "Please mommy. No I'm scared." I held her hand and I said, "No one is going to scare you, ok. I will walk with you to get your cup and you can show me the man." She curled her lip and said "ok."
We walked very slowly to my bedroom and as we reached the threshold we both stopped. She had her eyes set on something that I couldn't see. She showed no emotion on her face, and she just stared across the bedroom. I stared at her for a moment waiting for her to move or say something, but she didn't.
Then, I asked, "Where is the man?" She pointed across the room and said, "He's right there." She said this in a monotone voice and hardly moved her lips. I looked and saw nothing. Then, I asked, "What is he doing?" She replied, "He is standing up and he is looking at us." I said, "Ok" and quickly turned around and headed toward our dining room.
I was so frightened, more frightened then she was. I didn't want to show her though because I didn't want her to be afraid. I told her to get her jacket as I was zipping up mine. I said "we are going to grandmas." She went to get her jacket, and I thought to myself, "No, this is my home! I am not going to leave my own home. He needs to leave." I canceled our plans to go to grandmas and went on with the day while trying to act normal.
I forgot to mention in the beginning that about a month ago, it was about 1am and I was on my computer. The heater was not on yet since it was only the beginning of fall and it was about 50 degrees (not too cold for St. Louis Missouri). My thermostat has buttons that are pretty big and you have to push them to get to the degrees you want when turning on the heater. When you push the button it makes a beep sound.
While sitting at the computer, I heard the beep sound. I turned around quickly expecting to see Adrian there, which wouldn't have been possible since he was not home. No one was there. Then suddenly, my vents shifted on as if the heater turned on. I walked to the thermostat and the light was on as if someone pushed the buttons. I turned the heater off and sat back down. Then the vents shut off.
About 1 minute later it happened again. This time I turned around and saw the buttons being pushed in. I got up and turned it off again. I was trying to make logical sense of this. I called Adrian and he was at a bar. I asked him if he turned the heater on today and he said no. I knew he didn't do it, but I was hoping he would say yes and then maybe I could think that it was just coming on as an automatic heat or something. I had no conclusion, other than it was something paranormal.
After my occurrence Friday, I talked to my mother, whom is a very religious woman and she is a strong believer in the other side (ghosts, spirits, and etc.). She made me feel much better. She told me to get the place blessed and told me not to be afraid.
I knew that I had to do something. I thought about telling the thing to leave, but I read that the more energy you use on these spirits (or whatever this is) the more energy they have to feed off of. I consider this thing to be bad since he is scaring my daughter. I think I am just going to have someone come and bless the place.
Meanwhile, I wrote my landlord an email asking about the history of my apartment. (Read "Is Something Haunting my Apartment" for the history I do have on my place) This time, I want to know more details about the tenants and not so much about the building.
Please let me know what you think about me talking to this thing. Maybe you can help me figure out what he is. Thank you for reading, because I haven't been this scared of a ghost since I was a little girl.
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