This happened on November 2nd 2011. I had been displaced by a fire at my apartment complex, so I was given temporary housing at another complex until repairs were completed. The apartment was small, dark, and run-down, but it was my only option at the time.
From the moment I arrived there, I felt as if I was being watched. I looked in the kitchen and I could sense a presence, but I shrugged it off. I was stressed from the fire, and I only had the bare necessities with me. I figured that was why I felt that way.
At first, everything was ok, except for that unnerving feeling of being watched. My cats hung out in the hallway just outside the bedroom, which was where I was hanging out while I was there. I thought they were just wigging out from being in an unfamiliar place.
After about a month, I started hearing noises in the kitchen at night after I went to bed. It sounded like cups being set down on the counter, and like the cabinet doors were being opened and closed. I ignored it.
Then, about 3 months in, it started getting really active. One day, I was going from the bedroom to the bathroom (it was about 25 feet between the two), there were 3 knocks that followed me there. They were right behind me as I walked. The last one happened just as I sat down on the toilet. It scared the crap out of me, which was convenient considering where I was sitting. I was afraid to come out of there. Just for the record, there was no one living in the apartment next door, and the knocks came from MY side of the wall. I was on edge the rest of the day, and I slept with the blanket over my head after that.
So, it was the day after Halloween (November 1st) when I told my best friend about the noises. I was done trying to explain it away, and I was getting scared. She said to just calm down, and it was ok. Whatever.
That night, thing went crazy. It was as if the ghost or whatever was listening to me talk about all the stuff happening, and was putting on a show for me! First, there were the cabinet doors banging. Then, the toilet tank cover was smashed around in the bathroom. By now, I am under the blanket shaking. I peeked out and saw my cat sitting there staring into the hallway. Then, I heard a female moan. It was kind of breathless sounding. At the same time, I saw in my mind's eye (I don't know how else to explain it) I saw a needle, rubber tubing, and a spoon - works for shooting up. Then, the image of a young girl (young to me!), about 25, pressing herself against the hallway wall. This all happened in a split second.
I snaked my hand out and got my cell phone, and called my best friend. THE CALL WOULD NOT GO THROUGH! There was just crazy static. She tried to call me back, but again all I heard was that same static. Just as I was getting ready to say "Leave me alone!", she called back again. By now, I was in a panic. I was whispering "There's a ghost in here!" She got me to turn on the tv and lights. Then, she instructed me to get the candle from Halloween (my pumpkin candle), and tell her to go to the light of God. Well, I told her to go there, that there was no more sadness, no more loneliness. As soon as I said the word 'loneliness', I felt a fluttering in my stomach. I knew she was gone. It was unreal.
My bestie then told me I might need to do it again if the noises continue. Which they did. I heard a couple of little noises the next night, and I left my camera running to capture it. I won't go into that, but I was able to catch some stuff - noises. Anyway, I did the candle thing again, and after that I never felt anything else. It worked.
When I turned in my key to go back home, I asked the girl in the office if there had been a death in that apartment. She didn't want to tell me at first. Then, she said yes a young girl had died of an overdose and they had to kick the door in to get to her. The door was repaired, but she was still there, or until I helped her. At least I hope I did.