My parents live in a very large apartment complex in Pittsburgh's South Hills area. The aparement has been there since the 60's and has long been rumored to be haunted. Over the years I've heard many stories from long-time tenants about heavy footfalls in the halls, strange laughter, things moving around on their own and all types of other sordid events. My own story occured in the summer of 2002, while I was staying with my parents temporarily while waiting to return to New York City for a new job.
I had just come back from a late night out with friends (No drinking was involved) and was walking down the hall to my parents apartment (My parents live at the end of a very long hall, literally almost half the length of a football field). During my walk, I kept getting the overwhelming feeling that someone was watching me. Now, I've had that feeling before, and it usually goes away as soon as I close the door to my parent's place. But this night, it didnt. I initially ignored it, got a shower, and went to bed, closing my bedroom door behind me.
Out of nowhere, I SNAPPED awake, heart racing, in a cold sweat, instantly terrified, and I had no clue why. Then I heard the breathing. I was beneath my covers, and I could hear breathing just over the covers, inches above my face. Like something was watching me, right above my blanket. I was frozen beneath my covers, eyes wide open, more frightened than I've ever been. I'm a pretty tough guy. Fighter for years, well-versed in two martial arts styles, yet I could only lay there, stricken with debilitating fear, waiting for whatever was in my room to go away. And for what felt like hours, it didn't. I could actually hear it moving around my room, hitting cologne bottles on my dresser, knocking off hats I had hung on the wall, and moving back and forth past my beaded curtain, making it gently rattle.
Finally, I found the courage to reach out from my covers and grab the remote to the television. I clicked it on and lay there, still too scared to take my head out from beneath the covers. After a while, I slowly pulled the covers down, and looked toward my door. It was ajar, and I saw a large, perfectly symetrical black ball moving slowly out of the room. And I knew I wasn't seeing things, because it was blacker than the dark around it, and it paused when it saw that I was watching. I couldn't see, but I felt like it was smiling at me, warning me that it would be back. It sat there for a few seconds, hovering by the door before slowly exiting the room. After it left, the tension in my room was gone, and somehow, I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, just to be sure, I asked my parents if they happened to be in my room the night before. Neither of them were. I have since moved out. I visit my parents often, but anytime I am alone in their place, I get a feeling that something there either dosen't want me there, of just plain dosen't like me. And I am still scarred from that night. It's been 10 years, and to this day, I can't sleep without the television on.
My parents continue to experience odd events in their place occasionally, but they refuse to move, saying that as long as it doesn't hurt them, they have no reason to go. They obviously never went through what I did there.