Before I begin telling you my story I just want to state that everything that I'm going to say is the truth. I wouldn't waste my time making this up. You can believe what you want but I know what I saw.
I was 19 when I moved into an apartment that will soon change my mind about ghosts. I was going to college with my best friend Anna. We decided that we should rent the same apartment so we could be together more often. We found a house that was perfect for our budget. (Because we were in college money was tight.) The house was very old but we didn't mind that, we just wanted to share an apartment. We finally got to rent the place and moved right in. We weren't the only ones living there; we had an old lady living below us named Sandy. Our neighbour was old and strange, she wouldn't say hello and complain about everything, she would get really annoying.
When Anna and I finally got settled in we felt that we didn't make a good choice on choosing this house. At night when it got windy the house would move back and forth and I would always think the house was going to fall (remember this is a very old house and poorly built). Also bats would be everywhere! I would find them in the bathroom, on our lamps, in the kitchen, they were just everywhere. I hated the house.
One night when I was going to bed I heard Anna scream. Thinking it was a bat I grabbed a broom and ran into her room. I asked her where the bat was but she just kept staring at the door. I shouted at her and she finally looked at me. She told me there was some guy looking at her from the door. She thought at first it was me but then when she realized it wasn't she screamed. She said that once she screamed the man disappeared. I told her she was imagining things and told her to get back to sleep.
A month later Anna went to Florida for vacation. She felt that she was too stressed and needed a break. I on the other hand stayed at the house. I was all alone, not even my weird neighbour Sandy was there. On the first day I was alone the electricity wasn't working so I decided to check down stairs in the basement. I opened the basement door and looked down the stairs. It was pitch black and there was no light at all. I ran back up and grabbed my flashlight then went back to the basement door. I put on my flash light and headed down the stairs. I pointed the flashlight in all directions hoping to find the electricity box. Instead I found a well. I'm not even joking there was a well right there. I approached it slowly afraid because I was alone in the dark in a basement. I flashed my light down the well to see the bottom. I couldn't find it. I checked my pockets and got out my lip gloss. I chucked it down there and didn't her any noise at all. I backed away from it being a little scared. Then I heard mumbling noises! I knew I was the only one here in the house so I was scared. I then noticed that the noises where coming from the well! I panicked; I tried to find the stairs but smashed into things since it was so dark. I finally found the stairs and dashed up and out of the basement. That night I barely got any sleep. The next morning I called an electrician to go and fix the electricity problem. I wasn't going to go back down there.
Three days after the well incident I had another paranormal experience. When I was sleeping in my room I heard noises. I heard walking and mumbling. I got up out of bed and grabbed my baseball bat. (I keep one in the closet just in case.) I walked down the stairs slowly and looked around to find nothing. I then went back up to bed to go to sleep. A few minutes later I heard the same thing so I went back down and then went outside. I found nothing. I went back inside to my room when I heard a loud crash! I thought a bomb went off or something! I screamed and jumped out of bed and ran down stairs. I couldn't believe my eyes. Anna's bedroom fell down into the kitchen. There was dust everywhere and it was hard to see a thing. I was panicking and then I heard something talk. It said in a stern deep voice "Leave." That's all it said. I did what it said and ran outside, got into my car and drove away back to my parents' house. The next morning I called Anna that her room fell but she can have mine because I'm not going to stay there anymore.
My parents, friends and boyfriend went to go get my things but I didn't go back. I was too afraid to go back. I thought that whatever was there would hurt me if I went back.