About twenty years ago, I lived in an old apartment building in downtown Lorain; much of the time, I was the only tenant. Over the four years that I lived there, dozens of unusual occurrences happened to me and others... This is but one.
On a summer Friday night, I was sitting in my apartment, waiting for my friend, Dave and his wife, Buddi, to arrive; they often came down to spend the night or the weekend with me. It was about eight-thirty, just starting to get dark.
My three room apartment was at the very front of the upstairs, the first floor taken up by a TV repair shop, closed for over a year. There was a staircase in the front, a single room, and then my apartment across the hall. There was another three room apartment across the long hall from mine, two bathrooms opposite that, then another single room near the rear door. The rear door itself had an old-fashioned candy store bell over it, which I could hear from my place.
I was sitting there, reading, when I heard the rear door open, the bell jingling, two sets of footsteps, and the voices of a man and a woman coming down the hall toward my door. Figuring it to be Dave and Buddi, I called out a greeting, set down my book, crossed the living room, and opened the door. When I looked down the hall, there was nothing to be seen; the door was closed, and not a living soul in sight.
My friends arrived about a half-hour later, for real.