I was house hunting and very reluctantly so. My father was selling our house, the place I had grown up and as haunted as the old place was, it was still home to me and my ghostly friends. I guess it was time to move on. I needed a place urgently. I contacted a friend of mine and he said he had a place. So I told my dad about it and my dad said I should buy it before I even saw the place.
Anyway, we came to check out the place. The area was awesome, very tranquil and secluded. I loved the pathway that led through the fields to a little house at the end. There were lots of birds I knew I could spend hours watching.
We walked towards the building. As I set foot on the entrance I got a push back. I had goosebumps. A chill ran down my spine. I panicked. I told my dad we had to turn back and that I couldn't set foot into the building. My dad just glared at me and told me to check out the place. Trying to ignore the voice and my gut feeling, I reluctantly followed him. As soon as we stepped into the apartment I was overwhelmed with peace, though I was still preoccupied with the initial experience and feeling I should not be there.
My dad convinced me to buy the apartment and I did. My boyfriend (now husband) and I began renovations on the place. A few weeks later we happened to meet the man who lived in one of the ground floor apartments. He was tinkering with his bike. My boyfriend and I had just pulled over in the driveway. The man looked up and nodded at us. We proceeded towards the building when he called out to us. We turned. He walked over to us and greeted us in an overly friendly manner. We were pleasantly surprised. He then asked us if we knew about the murder. We were both taken aback by the question. I frowned and asked him WHAT murder. He complacently replied, "The Godwin murder." I told that I had heard about that murder I did not know it was in this building. The man moved to the entrance and stood in one spot. "He was stabbed right here on this spot. These are the blood stains and he died right here on this spot!" He stepped on to the entrance just next to the fuse boxes. I got a jolt. "Are you sure he was murdered right here?" I asked him, my eyes as wide as saucers. "I was there. I saw it!" he replied a little gruffly, thinking I did not believe him.
What was shocking is that the spot he had pointed to was the exact same spot I had felt a push back. I was overwhelmed with fear, pain and anxiety. A chill ran down my spine.
A few months later I moved in. One night when I was going to bed one of my dogs was acting rather strange. She stared at a corner in the room, whined, gave a paw to the air and rolled over to get her belly rubbed. I got goose bumps. Later my neighbour told me that Godwin loved dogs.
Another time I went up to get something from the roof of our apartment. It was sundown and I was feeling rather over-anxious. I ran to the roof, picked up what I had to and ran down. I felt as though I was being watched. I could sense something leaning by the doorframe and smoking a cigarette. I went to ask my neighbour about it and she told me that Godwin loved to sit up there and smoke. I stopped going to the roof at sundown after that.
In spite of there being a murder here, this place is not haunted and extremely peaceful though the area is a little weird at night. Other than that it's quite ghost-free and I do love not having to live in a haunted house again.