My dad (who passed away this past spring) suffered from renal disease and was on dialysis for years awaiting a kidney transplant. During one of his dialysis treatments he had a heart attack and while he survived the doctors told us he couldn't live on his own anymore (My parents were divorced) Not wanting to put him in a nursing home, we found a nice facility of senior apartments with assisted living. It was also a few blocks from my mom's house (in Wisconsin where I grew up).
The place was ideal and he got a ground floor apartment which was perfect for him. Upon entering it though, I got a really dark feeling but wondered if it was because the living room window faced the other wing of the facility and not a lot of light went in. We got him settled and right away he said he couldn't sleep well there. We figured it was because of the change from him other home and told him he needed to get used to it. Still he kept saying he kept hearing things at night and wouldn't let him sleep.
My dad was a very stubborn man and one day got into an argument with my aunt about something. Just then the cupboard door flew open and a glass went flying, landed on the floor and shattered. My aunt got really freaked out and tried to figure out how the glass could have flown out like that.
On another occasion his caregiver was making his breakfast while my dad was in the shower. He set his breakfast on the table along with his juice and meds and when my dad came out of the shower the caregiver helped him to get dressed. When my dad went to the kitchen to eat his breakfast, the plate and juice were on the kitchen counter but the meds were on the table. The caregiver swears he put the food on the table. The caregiver also said he often heard talking in the apartment and someone tapping him on the shoulder.
One day my aunt took my dad to a doctor's appointment and picked him up at the apartment. When they got home they heard this ruckus going on inside. My aunt quickly opened the door and found that all of the speakers phones were turned on and that voices and music were coming from the speakers. My dad never used the speaker phones because he didn't like it, and neither did the caregiver (who was not even there that day) She said the voices sounded very faded and distant and couldn't make out what they were saying. She said she got chills.
My dad's health started going downhill fast so we took turns spending time with him while he slept. During my shift my dad kept tossing and turning and complaining saying things like leave me alone! I kept saying Dad... Are you ok? He kept doing this a few more times then fell asleep. I went to the living room and sat on his recliner and began to doze off. Just then I felt someone tap me really hard on the knee. I assumed it was my sister who had the next shift but when I opened my eyes no one was there. I knew it was not my dad. I dozed off again and again felt the hard tapping this time on my shoulder. By this time I was fully awake and freaked out. So I just sat in my dad's bedroom the rest of the time. I finally spoke out to whatever it was and said I wasn't afraid of it and to please find peace and leave my dad alone. I heard a slight tapping but that was it. We then called the priest and had him bless the apartment. After that nothing else happened.
My dad stayed with us a few more months and then sadly passed away in this very apartment. I don't know if the new tenants have experienced anything else. We did inform the manager of what was going on she didn't say much and didn't seem surprised at all. She just told us she could find him another apartment if he wanted.
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Thanks for sharing.
Dan