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I have been meaning to share the following incidents on this site for some time. These paranormal occurrences happened between mid 1991 and early 1993 at an apartment that was located on York Street in Elmhurst, Illinois. The apartments are now gone and the upstairs and downstairs have been completely renovated. The building presently houses an Irish restaurant/bar.

I decided to keep notes of these incidents during the time I was living at this address which has been invaluable in keeping the chronology correct. In my mind many of these incidents happened later or in a different order than my notes state. It proves the fallibility of relying only on one's memory, especially after so many years have passed! For the most part I am just going to write exactly what my notes state with clarification added where needed. This will be a somewhat lengthy account as it details multiple incidents over a two year period.

My wife Julie and I (we weren't married when we first moved in) moved into Apartment B (there were only three units) on July 1st 1991. I was twenty four and Julie was twenty three. It was a one bedroom place with hardwood floors, leaded glass windows, high ceilings, 1930s era light fixtures, a small kitchen along with a good sized living room, seperate dining room, two walk in closets, a large bathroom and entry foyer. It was quite a bang for the buck. We both shared a fascination with the building and were happy when the vacancy was made. The building has something of a mock tudor archetectural flair and exuded a very distinct personality not seen in too many buidings of a recent vintage. It was built in 1926 and the lower floor originally served (until 1942) as The Public Service Company of Northern Illinois. This sign, which was built into the building itself, was still there during our occupancy. When Julie and I lived there the downstairs was occupied by a German market called The Heidelberg. In the basement was a restaurant associated with the market called The Rathskellar (naturally enough). The outer walls of the building are extremely thick. Around four feet at its base and over three on the second floor. It remains the the most solidly constructed building I have ever lived in.

In our first three to four months living there we commonly heard eerie sounds of muffled voices and doors slamming and regularly had the feeling, when the other residents were out, of not being alone. Friends who visited us during our first few months also commented how they felt uneasy in the main hallway dividing the three units and particularly in our apartment when alone. There was a roof of an adjoining building that could be accessed by a window in the main second floor hallway and it was common for residents to relax out there when the weather was nice. A friend of mine named Greg returned onto the roof after having used the bathroon in our apartment and said he would never go in the place alone again. He was a no nonsense kind of guy and hearing him state this came as a real surprise.

Incidents At South York Street 1

After the the fifth month most of the above mentioned noises and feelings subsided in large part except for the occasionally stunning exceptions I will describe. The first "major" incident took place in mid-July, soon after we moved in. Like the other particularly notable experiences, it was also very strange. At around two o'clock in the morning, Julie woke me by intoning, "Do you see it?" Immediately I replied "Yes," as I saw a bluish, slightly luminescent mass of no particular form on the wall below a bedroon window opposite our bed. It moved and contorted slowly, seeming to ooze like a thick liquid. I felt an energy in the room and was so taken aback by the weird mass that I had trouble catching my breath. The light switch was next to me by the door and I snapped it on whereupon the luminescent form disappeared. Talking to Julie about the occurrence afterwards, it turned out she was not looking at the wall as I had been but had awoken to see a spinning blue object above her.

Piecing this together, what I have come to believe is that as soon as Julie asked me, "Do you see it", whatever it was moved instantly towards the wall below the window. The whole series of events took no longer than thirty seconds to play out. What's really intriguing is the apparent reaction this mass had to our voices. It makes me wonder if something was attempting a full materialization and had been interrupted? Was it some sort of plasma? Whatever it was, it remains an extremely baffling experience. Nothing quite like it ever happened again.

Several days after this one time manifestation, another singular incident took place. I was home alone in the apartment and the other tenants (only two at that time) were out. As I sat reading in the bedroom, a loud shrill cry, which sounded like that of a baby, broke the quiet. This sound most definitely came from the central hall of the apartments. Upon immediate investigation the hall was found to be empty and the building as quiet as before. This was the only time I ever heard that particular sound there.

Although I didn't note when the next occurrence began, it started soon after we moved in and continued, at intervals, for several weeks. Around 2:30 in the morning one night, Julie and I were awoken by a loud thudding sound that quickly began increasing in volume. Baffled, we both ran out into the living room where we quickly realised the sound was coming from our stereo speakers. The stereo was shut off but the little red monitor light on the receiver was pulsing in time to the mad banging. The only way to stop the sound was to pull the plug of the receiver out of the wall. This happened several more times, always at around 2:30 in the morning. It got to a point that part of our evening routine involved unplugging the stereo before going to bed.

After it had happened a couple of times, I assumed there was something wrong with the receiver and I took it in to an electronics repair shop. They thoroughly checked it out and said there was absolutely nothing wrong with it. I had just purchased it new (it was a Sony) when we had moved in so it was only a couple of weeks old when it started making the banging/thumping noises. Satisfied everything was okay with it I attempted to keep it plugged in at night again. Sure enough, two or three days later, at the regular time it started up its banging sound which quickly increased in volume until it was shattering. The monitor light again pulsing in time to the sound. The next day I took it in to the store where I had bought it and they then checked it out. Again I was told it was in perfect working order. Two or three nights later the sound was again waking us up at 2:30. A thought that I have considered is that the sound was caused by a power surge of some kind. What makes me think it was paranormal, however, was that it only ever happened at 2:30 at night and otherwise worked perfectly (it didn't occur every night). It never made the sound during the day or early evening. It's also important to reiterate that it was turned off every time the sounds would emanate from the speakers. For the rest of the time we lived in the apartment we would unplug the stereo at night and plug it back in in the morning. I should add that the sound was very eerie, almost menacing. It rose to such intense volume it seemed as if it would blow the speakers. I wonder if it was something attempting to communicate.

Incidents At South York Street 2

The singular most impressive and completely stunning incident transpired early in the morning on August 17, 1991. The exact time the following event occurred was 4:03 am. This time was noted by the other person involved, my neighbor Jim, from Apartment A. We were both sitting on the small second story back porch of the building. The last people from a party Jim had thrown on Saturday night had left about forty minutes earlier (time never seemed to be a concern when I was in my twenties!). It was raining lightly but as none of the apartments had air conditioning, it was nice to enjoy the night air. The market below (the already mentioned Heidelberg) had been closed since 10 pm the night before and wouldn't re-open until 9 am Monday morning.

Jim and I were talking about nothing in particular when our conversation suddenly trailed off as a loud sound rose up from directly below the porch. It sounded like the back door of the store opened and slammed shut. This sound was immediately followed by the sound of something heavy being dropped very loudly--it sounded like a box full of metallic objects. Initially I didn't think anything unusual was happening and I leaned back in my chair and peered over the railing.

Just below me I saw a man standing wearing what appeared to be a long butcher's apron or smock. It struck me that he was wearing a smock because his legs only appeared from below the knees, the rest covered by what I took to be a smock. This figure was standing and was swaying slightly back and forth. The presence was shrouded by darkness and I couldn't make out facial features but I did notice the silhouette, including the hair which was short, wiry and a bit messy. Assuming it was an employee of the Heidelberg, I quickly leaned back forward and told Jim it was just someone from the store cleaning up. He instantly reminded me that no employee was presently working and told me the time. We both immediately looked back down but the "man" was gone.

Still surprised by the strange loud sounds and the figure I had seen, Jim asked what we should do. I said we should investigate and he wholeheartedly agreed. Upon descending the stairs we found the back double doors (an outer and inner door) locked securely. As it was raining lightly there was no evidence of a person standing where I had seen the figure. We went around to the front of the building and peered through the display window which gave one a full view of the interior. The lights were kept on all night in the store and it was empty and quiet.

After returning to the balcony having found nothing, the door leading to the apartments slammed violently in our faces! This was another jolt in an evening that was suddenly full of them. The door had been wedged tightly open and for it to have slammed as it did would have taken amazing strength. There was no wind to speak of. That served as the official end of the evening and Jim and I said goodnight. In thinking the next morning about the figure, it struck me that if it had been a living person he would have had to have passed by our line of sight to have left. This is because there is only one area that exits the rear of the building. Three sides of the back of the building were bordered by the building itself and tall fences on two other sides. The only open side was the entrance to the small rear parking lot for the apartments residents and employees of the store and restaurant. The only cars that were there were the three residents cars. Simply put, nobody could have left the back of the building without being seen as the porch gave a perfect view of the parking area. I must reiterate that what I saw appeared absolutely human and solid until it was simply gone. Jim didn't see the apparition himself but did hear everything I did and also had the door slam in his face.

The following weekend Julie and I decided to research the history of the property and went to the Elmhurst Library to check microfiche of old local newspapers and the Elmhurst Historical Society (located in the beautiful old Glos Mansion) to sift through their archives. We found out the property was occupied going back to the 1830s. Of utmost interest was the fact that before the present building there stood a store called Heinemann's Meat Market run by Edwin Heinemann. Heinemann butchered meat on the premises. We uncovered his obituary which proved very interesting.

On December 26th, 1906, Edwin fell down the outside stairs that led to the basement, broke his neck and died. The one doctor in Elmhurst at that time pronounced him dead at the scene. Edwin's brother Louis changed the business to a more modern deli and grocery store after Edwin's death and this remained in operation until the early 1920s. The telephone exchange was located in Edwin Heinemann's store. A second switchboard was then added to the Heinemann living room upstairs. Heinemann's wife and two daughters were among the operators.

As mentioned, the present building was then constructed in 1926. Although I found no information about the construction of the building, I have often wondered if the present building was constructed on the foundation of the old building. The basement, which I visited often because of the restaurant, seemed older than the structure above, both in appearance and the old stones that made up its outer walls.

Julie and I uncovered a photograph of Edwin Hienemann, along with three children (I assume his) taken in front of Heinemanns' Meat Market. Looking at the old newpaper clipping I was stunned at the appreance of Edwin. He was a stocky man wearing his butcher's apron and had thick, wiry hair. Was he the figure I saw standing just below me eighty one years after his death? As the years have gone on I really do think it was his apparition I saw. The strange sound Jim and I heard could have been an audial replay of him coming out the rear door of the older building and the long apron the apparition was wearing could be explained by Heinemann's occupation.

Further research into the area led me to another possible identification of the apparition. Louis Balgemann had run a blacksmith shop which had been opened in 1870. It stood immediately next door to Heinemann's. This shop remained in operation until the 1940s. Since the apparition I saw was definitely wearing an apron, the possibility that it could have been Balgemann or another employee of the blacksmith shop can't be overlooked. Blacksmiths wore heavy aprons. If the apparition was a onetime blacksmith, the sounds heard could have been a replay of tools being dropped. Either Heinemann or Balgemann, I do feel this full apparition seems likely to have been one of them.

One year after the appearance of the apparition I compiled my notes and prepared papers documenting the paranormal occurrences with special attention paid to the full materialization and gave one copy to local Chicago area paranormal investigative group, the Ghost Research Society's president and the GRS research director. Julie and I were also involved with the GRS at this time. Howard, the research director, along with Julie and I then attempted to capture the phenomenon again, or any other unexplained occurrence exactly one year after the first appearance on August 17, 1992.

This was a long way from equipment now used in the field of ghost research. We employed two 35mm cameras on tripods (using color and TRI-EX black and white film, one hand held 35mm camera, a camcorder, tape recorder and compasses (to detect magnetic deviation) in an attempt to capture something. Our all night vigil sadly revealed nothing of profound interest. Only some intense magnetic deviation was noted in the front walk in closet of our apartment. As most readers on this site know, apparitions and all other types of paranormal activity can be notorious no shows when investigations are made.

On January 8th 1992 at 2:30 in the morning (that time again) Julie and I were awoken by the intensely loud noise of what sounded like a car squeeling its tires--as in burning serious rubber. This sound was so loud it literally seemed as if the car was in our parking area right below our bedroom window. We looked out the window and the lot was empty of any person and utterly still, yet the sound continued at an incredibly loud and clear volume. Soon after the sound began there was a thick and heavy smell of burning tire rubber that filled the bedroom! Making this even more bizarre was that all the windows in the apartment were tightly closed as it was winter. We had to evacuate the room and put a fan on to disperse the incredibly thick smell. The sound lasted a full five minutes but the smell took over a half hour to finally disperse.

The next morning we searched the pavement of a parking garage that stood next door to the building and all streets in close proximity but no tire marks were found. I have to stress that if what we heard was a car there definitely would have been heavy marks. This remains one of the most off the wall and puzzling incidents that happened at York Street.

On a related note, a few days after this occurrence, our neighbor Jim and his then wife Karen (Jim had just married by this time) who occupied Apartment A at the front of the edifice had a three night period where a disused wind up alarm clock (the old fashioned two bells on top variety) would ring at exactly 2:30 in the morning. The clock was on an upper shelf in their bedroom closet. Neither of them had set it and both became quite spooked. When Jim mentioned this to me I told him about the weird car tire screeching and realised the alarm clock ringing started the same night and at the same time Julie and I had heard (and smelled) the phantom tire squeeling. Neither Jim or Karen heard the tire sound. I also asked Lisa, the occupant of Apartment C, if she heard the sound and she had heard nothing. It really has to be stressed that all three of the other renters should have heard the sound.

The final incidents were less dramatic but not less baffling. In late June, 1992 at around 5:30 pm (a day in which I was home all day studying) I was suddenly jolted by a voice emanating from the telephone (yes this was pre-everyone in the world has a cell phone) intoning, "Please hang up and try again." I initially thought the voice was coming from a car phone (what are those someone reading this screams) outside, as the window behind me in the living room, was open. This thought was quickly discarded when a loud busy signal one used to get when a phone was off the hook started up its annoying pattern. I hadn't used the phone since around 10:30 that morning and I noticed the phone was slightly askew. Immediately I hung it up and picked it up again to see if I'd get a dial tone--I did.

When my wife came home from work at a quarter to six she told me she had tried, on and off, since 11:30 that morning to get a hold of me. She had contacted the operator, who had the ability to cut into a conversation, and was told the phone was completely out of service. This meant that the only way for the phone to work again would be to have a phone repairman out and indeed Julie told me one had been contacted and would be out in about an hour. Luckily he called to check the line first and I was able to tell him he wouldn't be needed. According to the operator the phone should not have worked after I hung it up. As well, wouldn't a buzzing noise have started much, much earlier than 5:30 pm if it had been off the hook since 11:30 am? I wasn't anywhere near the phone after 10:30 am! What's to be made of the voice that said, "Please hang up and try again?" I wasn't calling anyone.

When Julie and I had done research on the building we did find an incomplete list of former tenants. Intriguingly, one of the tenants listed as living there in 1965 was A.E. Heinemann. One of the first operators to have worked in the previous building on the site was Amanda Heinemann, the daughter of the earlier mentioned Edwin Heinemann. Was A.E. Heinemann and Amanda Heinemann one and the same? It might explain this particular incident with the phone. Maybe Amanda was trying to make contact via her former occupation as a switchboard operator. Amanda would have probably been in her later 70s by 1965. It is food for thought.

On July 10th, 1992 I had a Hyatt Hotel confirmation slip (an actual piece of paper confirming my reservation back in the dark ages of the early 90s) which I had misplaced a few days earlier suddenly fly on to the floor from the bottom of a stack of letters and a pair of glasses which were sitting on a tall table! Everthing else remained perfectly in place. It has always struck me as a helpful paranormal gesture as I had been looking for the thing for a few days and had talked about it in annoyed tones to Julie. I wonder if a former resident thought they would perform a helpful deed? I thanked my invisible helper just in case that was the cause.

In August of 1992 the final possible unexplained phenomena occurred. Julie and I had just purchased a modest 35mm Olympus camera and Julie shot off a roll of film of our apartment and some friends who were over. One was a shot (taken from the sidewalk at the side of the building) of our friend Tim's pick-up truck which was sitting on the sidestreet next to our building. It was taken merely to fill up the roll. In another photo I am standing on the second floor rear balcony hoisting a mug. In both of these photos there appear some strange anomalies. Only these two photos had anything potentially "ghostly" about them. The rest of the roll was absolutely normal.

In the photo of me with the mug (maybe appropriately, a ceramic mug in the shape of a skull) there appears a wispy three dimensional white mass which seems to be materializing around my chin/cheek area. It looks like a three dimensional teardrop in shape, laying on its side. Coming down from the top of the photo and extending to my shoulder is a segmented, luminescent, green curved line. Both of these features are rather impressive and completely unexplained.

In the other photo of the pick-up truck, a zig-zagging bright orange line weaves its way around the truck--turning, flipping and making some reflections in the window of a door of the building behind the truck. At the points where the light turns, jagged electrical like rays break off, giving one the impression that whatever it was was moving very fast. There was no car passing by when the photo was taken, so the first obvious consideration that it might be a car's tail lights is excluded. Julie noticed none of these unusual features when taking the photos and they serve as interesting possible evidence of something paranormal. I would be very interested to hear of any alternative, logical, explanations of the anomalies in the photos. To me they are strange enough to share.

Besides the personal incidents I have mentioned here, other residents and friends have reported perplexing events at the location on York Street. Two friends of my then neighbor Jim were sitting on an adjoining roof (the one I mentioned earlier which was accessed by a window at the end of the central hallway of the apartments). This roof (it was a realtor's office beneath) was used for barbecuing and relaxing by the apartment residents. This couple--they were boyfriend and girlfriend--were enjoying the night air when they looked up in unison at the roof of a building next door. The figure of a man was looking down at them. At first they thought it was a person, naturally enough, but this "person" promptly disappeared! The couple were quite startled and never went on the roof again.

Thinking of this incident (which occurred before I had moved in) has made me wonder if it may have had some connection to the shade I saw of the man in the long apron. The property this apparition appeared on was where the blacksmith shop had once stood. It is now the Gibbon's Funeral Home. Regardless of what this apparition was, it at least outlines a second report of an actual materalization near the property. Of course it is all second hand but Jim told me of it because of his own unexplained experiences in the building.

In the final months of our occupancy, September until April 1st, 1993, nothing else of note happened of a paranormal nature. The vast spectrum of phenomena that transpired at this building (and near it) was unusual and no pattern seemed to exist. Most of the occurrences were one time events--except for the weird late night stereo thumping. Whatever was, and possibly still is, haunting the property is certainly creative and expressive. The "burning rubber" incident proves that! I have only been back to the building once, around 2004, and Julie and I ate lunch in what had once been our old apartment. The windows were all that remained recognizable from the time Julie and I lived there. You actually CAN go home again. Sometimes its just changed into a restaurant.

(Editor's note: exact address removed from title and story)

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Natters (1 stories) (7 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-06-23)
I think you should - after all, it is almost August 17th! Look forward to the update.
Manafon1 (5 stories) (480 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-06-21)
Natters--I believe the Irish pub and restaurant that were last occupying the building closed a few years back. It would be interesting to know if whoever has taken over the building has experienced anything "out of the ordinary."

Maybe one day soon I will head over there and see what I can find out. When I do I will post an update.
Natters (1 stories) (7 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-06-21)
Thanks for your reply! Yes, I looked at the links posted by another member - very interesting. I wonder if the now restaurant has any spooky goings on.
Manafon1 (5 stories) (480 posts)
 
4 months ago (2017-06-18)
Hi Natters--I felt at the time it was probably Edwin Heinemann because of a picture I found at the local historical society of him standing in front of his store. His hair in that photo was very close to the head of hair on the apparition I saw that night/early morning. I still have a photocopy of the image but it's possible an online search might turn up an image of him for you to see. I know at the time this account was first published that other YGS members found quite a bit of info online I wasn't aware of. I did all my initial research on the property before the internet.

The other reason I considered the apparition was Heinemann and not Balgemann was because it appeared on the property where his store had been and that he had died of a heart attack there. Of course the sound of metal objects being dropped could point to the blacksmith Balgemann too. As I stated in the account, there is the possibility it could have been either of them or, as you wrote, even another one time employee of the blacksmith shop.

Thanks for the question--glad you liked the account!
Natters (1 stories) (7 posts)
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4 months ago (2017-06-18)
Hi Manafon - First of all, I love this story. I have a question as I'm curious. What makes you think the man you and Jim saw was more likely to be Edwin Heinemann and not Louis Balgemann? As you mentioned the sound of metal objects being dropped, wouldn't this make it more likely to be Balgemann (or a blacksmith employee) dropping tools? Was it because the figure looked like the picture you saw of Heinemann with the wiry hair? Are there any pictures of Balgemann in existence that we know about? I guess butchers also have tools for preparing meat so it could equally have been Heinemann dropping them?
Manafon1 (5 stories) (480 posts)
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10 months ago (2016-12-31)
Tweed--"Random" is a great word for these images finally popping up! It's been, just about, two years since I posted this account so it was a genuine surprise to see them. I do still have the negatives of the photos and these anomalies show up on them as well. The rest of the roll of film was normal.

The image of the truck was taken at twilight but my wife states emphatically that there were no cars driving in the area when she snapped that shot. There really does seem to be "movement" in some sections of the red line. That milky splotch is of interest because it faintly resembles the weird bluish splotch that appeared under a window in that apartment one night.

At the end of the day, I am completely on the fence about these images but it's cool to have them as a part of the account as they are somewhat strange, and as you wrote, occurred when a lot of other weird stuff was transpiring.
Tweed (22 stories) (2034 posts)
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10 months ago (2016-12-31)
How random! 😲 Thanks Martin!

Manafon, the only 'logical' explanation I got for these is the white splash above the cup could've been something in the development of the film. Or maybe even something with the film itself. Do you, or did you have the negatives? Did these odd things appear there as well? I've never seen such a stark white splotch on a photo before, very intriguing!
The swirly stuff in the truck photo I've seen before but only on indoor photos, with artificial lights, never outdoors during daylight. I always thought it was something to do with lights hitting or bouncing off the lense, or some such. But outdoors in daylight, on what looks like a cloudy day, during a time of much paranormal weirdness, hmmm very intriguing again.

Glad these photos got posted. Martin, you've excelled yourself! 😆
Manafon1 (5 stories) (480 posts)
 
10 months ago (2016-12-30)
Martin--Wow! It's great to see these photos added to this old account of mine. I'm interested in the thoughts of the YGS community. I'm also a bit stunned at how young I look in the first photo, although it was 1992 😲
Martin (575 posts) mod
 
10 months ago (2016-12-30)
Note: some new photos provided by the author have been published.
Manafon1 (5 stories) (480 posts)
 
2 years ago (2015-11-10)
Tweed--I have speakers now that work with the contours of the room for optimum surround sound. The stereo and speakers I had in that apartment in the early 90s were not cutting edge and they definitely weren't searching out a sweet spot. I used that same stereo and speakers, after moving out, for another four years or so in two other houses with no issues. The thumping only occurred at 2:30 in the morning in that one apartment. It really seems something was trying very hard to make its presence known.

As for the photos, I put them up three times and each time the link was disabled, for whatever reason, after only a few hours. I contacted photobucket and was told everything should be fine but each time I put 'em up the link would go down. It was extremely annoying.
Tweed (22 stories) (2034 posts)
 
2 years ago (2015-11-10)
Manafon, Jeesh that loud?! 😲 That's crazy disturbing.
Really wonder what it was all about. Reminds me of some modern speakers or hifi systems I've heard of that make a loud racket to find the sweet spot. I don't know what it's called, but some systems have an inbuilt sound, like an alarm beeping, that you activate after setting them up in a room. The beeping starts at a comfortable volume and increases to incredibly loud and fast. I guess it stops once it's detected the size of the room and where each speaker is in relation to one another. I guess it's to do with surround sound. Whatever the reasoning for that technology, maybe a similar logic behind what happened to your speakers all those years ago. Very intriguing and downright creepy.

What were the photobucket links? Couldn't get them to work. Tried clicking 'get started', no luck. Photobucket should really get it the hell right sometime. Bunch of numpties.
Manafon1 (5 stories) (480 posts)
 
2 years ago (2015-11-10)
Tweed--I never looked at the speaker cone to see if it was moving but the speakers and even the floor would vibrate intensely with the weird thumping.

I really wish that one woman who had also briefly lived in the building had written more of her encounter with an apparition in the building. I tried to encourage her to do so but she seemed to be happy to have had her experience validated. That she found the YGS site, and in particular my account, shows it was something that had been on her mind for years. The guy she lived with seemed to have a slow mental breakdown during his time in the building. I always wondered if he experienced some paranormal incidents that intensified his issues.

It was a great building and very few who visited left without feeling the "vibes" that seemed to always be around.
Tweed (22 stories) (2034 posts)
 
2 years ago (2015-11-10)
Manafon, the layout correction time line thingy was not lost on me lol, how odd!😕
Now when I read the previous comments page the layout stuffs up, oh well!

That was awesome hearing from the previous poster about her experiences in this place! Wish she'd submitted her story too.

The speaker volume increase must have felt menacing. I would have definitely unplugged it too. Did you ever see the cone moving with the noise?
There's something not so nice about a presence that isn't bothered by anyone interrupting whatever it was doing. That it got louder is simply unsettling. 😕
Manafon1 (5 stories) (480 posts)
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2 years ago (2015-11-09)
Hi Tweed--I am glad you were still able to read my story. Weird how the formatting corrected itself AFTER you finished reading!

I do believe the apparition of the man in the apron was residual. He seemed to be repeating some long ago action and was completely oblivious to me. A woman, who lived across the hall from the apartment I lived in, actually commented on this story that she once saw a female apparition walking up the front staircase of the building carrying, what she thought to be, meat wrapped in butchers paper tied with twine. Like the apparition I saw, it also seemed residual and simply repeating an earlier action. The spinning blue object (according to Julie) was around six inches in circumference and shaped, roughly, like a spinning top. When this object moved beneath the window and I then saw it, it was probably a foot in circumference but appeared as if, for lack of a better word, had "splatted" against the wall. This action seemingly made it spread out, as it were.

I gotta say I really like your idea of the ghosts tapping into the magnets of the speakers and the bit of electricity that kept the monitor light on. The pulsing of this light and the increasing thumping sound does suggest the ghost was, quite possibly, gaining energy. A "smarty pants" indeed! Now you have me thinking of a sad faced ghost, all emotionally deflated after I would unplug the stereo. I would have kept the stereo plugged in if the sound didn't get so monstrously loud! As I wrote, it really seemed at times as if the speakers would blow.

Your thoughts on this are thought provoking and have me going over all the incidents again in my head--Thanks!
Tweed (22 stories) (2034 posts)
 
2 years ago (2015-11-09)
aaand right as I finish reading the page layout returns to normal!
Tweed (22 stories) (2034 posts)
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2 years ago (2015-11-09)
Manafon, regardless I managed to read this lol.

My word what a collection of bizarre occurrences in one location! How cool it must have been to revisit the place years later!

That must have been so strange seeing pictures of the black smith and the butcher. Kudos to you for all your in depth research. Do you think the man in the smock was residual?

That blue mass, what the heck? How big was the spinning blue object, was it the same size as the blue mass? It's reaction is pretty telling. I agree, something trying to manifest.

This speaker business, I've been thinking lol.

You know how speakers have magnets, well I'm wondering if 'someone' (goodness knows who or what) but someone was trying to harness energy from your stereo somehow. You know how people theorise about cold spots, warm spots, being a result of energy being drawn from the atmosphere from a ghostly presence. Well, what if some smarty pants ghost worked out they could gain energy from charging the magnets (and also capitalise on the small amount of electricity housed in the plugged in stereo) to recharge their own energy levels. This may account for the light behaviour. Assuming ghosts need some kind of energy boost to manifest and/or manipulate/interact with the physical realm.
Then there's the time detail, a punctual 2:30, hmm yeah, what the hell. Maybe this is an atmosphere thing. During daylight hours the particles in our atmosphere change and it changes us, makes us more aware. (this is something I heard on a science program years ago) Anyway, during night fall these particles dwindle and we react by wanting to rest. (We and all other living things are apparently impacted by these particle changes, the opposite impacts are felt in nocturnal beings)
With this in mind, along with any possible particle matter we currently can't measure, maybe there was something about the atmosphere at 2:30 that made 'something' possible or easier for this entity. Maybe there is a witching hour after all. Darn darn, what the heck might have happened at 3am!
Jokes aside, the fact it gained in volume smacks of increased strength. I keep coming back to magnets, their energy field and possible hidden potential for ghosties. Aww, think of it's little face when you unplugged it.
Manafon1 (5 stories) (480 posts)
 
2 years ago (2015-11-09)
Tweed--Thanks for noticing the weird formatting problem with this story of mine. I wonder how it happened? I have never seen it on any other story published on this site. I would be very interested in your thoughts on this particular story if it is fixed!
Tweed (22 stories) (2034 posts)
 
2 years ago (2015-11-09)
Hey Mods,

I was just about to read a few members older stories. I clicked on this one first and for some reason this here story of Manafon's is appearing off the page. The text is pushed off the boarder instead of fitting into the template. Err yeah, weird! I clicked on a random story of Rook's and it appears fine, as do the new stories. Also the rest of Manafon's stories appear fine. It seems to be just this one story.

Does the text in this story appear off the page for anyone else?

Gah this is pretty funny because I've been meaning to read this particular story for AGES and now when I put the time aside it's gone awry!😆
Manafon (4 stories) (74 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-06)
ani70,I completely agree with you that his behavior had nothing to do with you (if indeed it is the same person.) I was just remembering a guy from the apartment across the hall that seemed to have some issues. I do hope you will share more details of what you experienced there. What types of smells did you notice? What were the sounds you heard? Particularly I am interested in that apparition you saw. Was it the front stairway? I have to say it was the most haunted place I have ever lived in!
ani70 (4 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-06)
He did live in the efficiancy but I don't think my breaking up with him had anything to do with his break down. I broke up with him because he was becoming a bit too possesive and weird...er. But our break up was not intense or violent, just me leaving because I felt I needed out of that realtionship, quick. I simply stopped going over there anymore.
Manafon (4 stories) (74 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-06)
ani70, please consider sharing the story of what you encountered on York Street! I would be very interested (as other readers on this site would be) to hear more details of the sounds, smells and particularly the apparition of the woman carrying the package wrapped in twine you encountered. It really was a haunted place and your story would be a great addition to this site.
Manafon (4 stories) (74 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-05)
ani70--Wow, your mention of an apparition of a woman walking up the (what I believe) was the front staircase of the building carrying wrapped packages wrapped in twine was fascinating! By any chance was the apartment your boyfriend lived in Apartment C? Right before I moved out there was a guy who moved in there who seemed to slowly become more unstable as time went by. Stuff like throwing stuff around his apartment, playing music super loud on weekdays at four in the morning, never answering his door when you banged on it. I remember this guy had an intense break-up wiht his girlfriend in the hallway that seperated the apartments late one night and then the guy just went off the deep end. The apartment I'm referring to was the "efficiency" unit. I always wondered if the guy was just upset about a break-up or also effected by the building.
ani70 (4 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-05)
An ex boyfriend I believe. Sorry for the typo from my last post.
ani70 (4 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-05)
I believe it was an who used to live there but cannot be sure. My experiences were usually mostly of stange sounds when there should have been none, odd smells in the night, but the visual were of a woman coming up the stairs carrying paper wrapped packages, which now I believe we're of meat, tied with twine. I do not live in Villa Park any longer as I moved away in 1992, but I was born and raised in Villa Park.
Manafon (4 stories) (74 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-05)
Hi ani70--I am curious what you saw at York Street? I am also curious if I know you. What are the first names of your friends you knew at the building? I am asking because I wonder if we met sometime during the time I lived there. My wife Julie and I were friends with the other tenants and it would be great to hear what your experience at the building was. Thanks for the nice comments about my story. You write you live in Villa Park--that's where my brother lives. Small world.
ani70 (4 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-05)
From the description of the building, I believe I know exactly where that building was as I used to have friends that lived there. I am a Villa Parkeryself so am very familiar with Elmhurst. I knew I wasn't crazy! Thank you for verifying what I know I saw.
Manafon (4 stories) (74 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-02)
Hi Kitsune,
Thank you for your comments! Several years ago I did consider writing a book about local hauntings but presently I can't find the time (work etc). It is certainly something I may do some day. Hats off to the guy you mentioned who was able to retire on the proceeds of his books--nice!
Kitsune (14 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-02)
* read, even * Sorry, all fingers and thumbs this morning when it comes to typing!
Kitsune (14 posts)
+1
3 years ago (2015-02-02)
Hi Manafon, just wanted to tell you that I really enjoyed the detail and the style of your story - very well written. Have you ever thought of writing a book? The leader of the 'ghost hunt' organisation I used to belong to had a way with words too; he wrote several guides to ghosts in local areas and was able to retire on the proceeds; the books are still regularly for sale in local museums and book stores. I would certainly ready anything like this written by you:)
Manafon (4 stories) (74 posts)
 
3 years ago (2015-02-01)
x77--thanks for the kind words! It is a bit of a long story. I do have a tendency to be long winded 😊

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