When I lived in Alaska; it was about a year ago and I moved from Alaska to Louisiana for
When I lived in Alaska, is when my family had gotten this 3 bedroom apartment away from the city. The whole entire place was 15 stories high or 14 because there was no 13th floor at all. This building is more than 100 years old; it dates back to the Civil war. When we checked the apartment out; the owners never told us it was haunted.
Moving in the first few nights was okay until it got to Saturday; while my father was away at work, me and my mother were watching T.V. All of the sudden the kitchen drawer flies off of its hinges; me and my mother went to go see what it was and all of the kitchen utensils were scattered on the floor.
We never knew why until my cousin and his girl friend visited; she said she felt someone play with her feet; and someone grab my cousin's arm. Odder things happened while living there, I would be sitting all alone and feel as if someone body was watching me.
It was never ever a good feeling,
Moving on... One night at like 7:00 at night, the police came over and said someone (like a little toddler) jumped out of our window! We checked on my little brother and he was there. He was okay, but we did not know what that meant. Until we checked the history. I forgotten all about the history; I will try to write it in my next story.