Until recently, my family and I lived in a "haunted" apartment. But, unlike most people, we got along with our ghosts. Whenever they did something we didn't like, we would tell them, and if we did something that they didn't like, they would let us know.
Nothing truly scary ever happened while we lived there; just the usual experiences that people with ghosts have. Our son used to talk with somebody at night, we used to get the feeling that we were being watched, lights would turn on by themselves, and we would here strange noises.
What is significant about this apartment is that during the time that we lived there, I was in a deep depression. I used to cry for no reason, I didn't want to do anything, I hated the world, I was mean to my fiancé and my son, and I continuously felt the urge to run away and never look back. While in this severe depression, I searched and searched for a way to fix it. I never considered it to be something in my apartment because we got along with our ghosts. I am usually an upbeat, overly optimistic person, and anger/sadness has never been a part of who I am. Needless to say, it was an absolutely awful time in my life.
Upon moving into our new apartment, I suddenly feel amazing. As soon as we moved, it was like a wave of joy washed over me. I truly feel like myself again. Now I am racking my brain trying to figure out what caused me to be so unhappy. Was there something in that apartment that was forcing its negative energy on me or was I truly just clinically depressed?
If you have any suggestions or ideas, please let me know. (I know this story is choppy and vague...I'm afraid that I am not much of a writer)
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On a side note, I've had bad experiences with black mold. In my last apartment building the downstairs apartment flooded and became moldy and I felt ill and depressed until I moved out, even though my apartment was fine. It's nasty stuff!