I can honestly say that I have been having ghost experiences all my life. When I was a kid I used to hear people calling my name when I was alone, as if they were speaking in my ear. I would see things out of the corner of my eye, shadows jumping just out of my vision, and as I got older I developed a sort of sixth sense about places I visit. Sometimes I get a sense of really bad vibes about certain places, and usually find out later that those places have some sort of sordid past. I suppose I'm just sensitive to the paranormal, but I've always gotten the vibe that when I go somewhere that is haunted, I tend to stir things up. All the weird, unexplainably paranormal things that happen to the people I know always seem to happen when I'm around. I know that must sound like I'm trying to make myself more interesting by saying that, but people start to notice after a while and it unsettles them.
Regardless, these things have been happening to me forever. I moved to Germany for a year, and during that time period I experienced nothing. At the time I thought that maybe I had just simply outgrown whatever was that was making me susceptible to the paranormal, but I soon found out that was not the case. I flew back to the United States during my spring break to check out the campus of the university there that I wanted to attend, in Savannah, Georgia. Some of you may know this, but it's commonly thought that Savannah is one of the most haunted cities in the US. With the way I'm affected by the paranormal it would seem like a bad place for me to choose to be, but my top choice school was there and I wanted to go to it very badly.
So, I flew out and visited it. While I was checking out the city, which is very cool by the way, I was staying with my girlfriend in her apartment. She's attending the university in Savannah that I wanted to attend, and I would be living with her and her two flat-mates. The first time I entered that apartment I got a strange feeling from it. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it was a little off. The closet in my girlfriend's room gave me the worst vibes, but I thought in the beginning that it was just because it wouldn't stay shut. (If my girlfriend wants to shut the closet, she has to put something heavy down in front of it or the door will not keep shut. It's unnerving, to say the least.) I soon learned that the closet also caught the light in the room in a very odd way. When all the lights are out in the room in the night time, there is still a street light that shines in from the window adjacent to the closet. This is enough to illuminate the room softly, but that closet never seemed to ever get any lighter. It was always this looming black shadow in the dark.
I brushed off the weird feelings that the closet gave me because I thought I was being a little childish. I've always had a mild fear of the dark, and I'm prone to letting it freak me out over nothing at all. So, I told myself it was nothing and simply put it out of my mind. But the encounters I started having became more and more prevalent. I began hearing this noise from the apartment above my girlfriend's. (They live on the ground floor/basement apartment, and the apartment above theirs is more or less of street level.) It was a deep, loud sound of large pieces of furniture being moved around. It sounded like a dining room table, or a wardrobe being pulled across wood flooring. I heard it several times off and on during the next few days. I mentioned it to my girlfriend one day, off-handedly, and she frowned. She told me that no-one lived in the apartment above them, and the Landlady couldn't rent the apartment out for more than a few months at a time. (It was the reason she made everyone else sign year leases.) She said she had heard the noise before, and the tenants that had lived in the apartment before them had also told her that they had heard it, but it only normally happened every few months or so - nothing like the frequency I was describing. She thought it was odd, but she knew that the paranormal tended to act up around me, so we both just shrugged it off.
I ignored the noise for a few more days to the point where I began to stop noticing it. But one day later that week I was sitting in the living room on my laptop, quietly reading. My girlfriend and both her flat-mates were at class, so it was only me. The noise started up again, and I ignored it like I usually did. It continued for a long while, more than usual, and that drew my attention. Suddenly, a bad feeling washed over me and the noise stopped. It was silent for a while, before I started hearing things shift and move across the tile flooring of my girlfriend's room. I promptly got up and went for a walk. I've learned through the years that giving a spirit its' space is sometimes the best way to get it to stop bothering you.
When I got back into the house the ghost was quiet, and the bad feeling had evaporated. I told my girlfriend about it, and she seemed to be upset by the experience. She told me that the ghost never came down stairs. She then told me that what was her closet now used to be a stairwell that lead to the upstairs apartment and that in the early 20th century there had been a fire and someone had been trapped in the stairwell and died, and the ghost never went downstairs because it was afraid to do so because of that. She told me that the closet was simply made up from the original door frame and a piece of drywall. (The closet it very shallow.) This could have explained why the ghost had chosen her room to appear in, but it didn't explain why the ghost went down stairs.
There were a few more instances, like the electronics suddenly screwing up, and once we came home to find that the fruit hanger that my girlfriend had set up only hours before had fallen to the ground, spilling all the fruit. None of the chains were broken, and the only way it could have fallen like it had would have been for one of the chains to have been physically pulled off the s-shaped hook and let fall. Nobody was home when that happened, as we were all out together.
I left after a week and a half, but the ghost experiences seemed to become more and more intense as I stayed there. I was wondering if maybe you guys could tell me what you think of them? What kind of ghost do you think it is, and do you think it wants my attention? Do you think it wants to hurt me, or does it simply just want to play tricks on me? I would like to know what someone else thinks about it before I move into that apartment next fall, so that I'm not putting myself in a bad situation.
Thanks so much for reading.
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