This is my 4th post on this site. My other posts dealt with my friend Samantha (who is doing wonderful after her move by the way. So far no problems) and the Crescent Hotel. This one, however, deals with me. I'm not sure if I would say I have a ghost. I've never had anything really paranormal happen to me until now, aside from the creepy days I spent with my friend Sam in her old house and feeling strange at the Crescent.
I'll start at the beginning. I moved into an apartment with my husband this past spring. We had just gotten married and we needed a bigger place. I have a small blonde and white Pomeranian (who is like a child to me) so we had to get a place that is pet friendly. When we first moved in there was nothing out of the ordinary happening. If someone would have told me my apartment was haunted, I would have laughed.
Now the way our apartment is laid out. We have someone who lives beside us, and 2 other tenants who live above us. When you enter our apartment you walk into the kitchen first, then there's a doorway where you go into our living room and a small hallway, which leads to 2 bedrooms and a bathroom.
A few weeks after being moved in I saw one of our upstairs neighbors outside going to get his mail and I waved at him, being friendly. He came over and asked me how we liked our apartment and we talked for a few minutes when he asked me if I had any problems with the apartment. I told him there was nothing that I could think of. He said, "Well that's a relief because the girl and her boyfriend who lived in the apartment before you moved out because they thought it was haunted. I think they were doing too many drugs and having too many parties. I knew it was nothing but made-up garble." He laughed and made some jokes. I didn't know exactly what to think about that one. I thought, if they think this place is haunted I bet they would love Samantha's house. It all seemed like they had over active imaginations or yes, possibly too many drugs. I told my husband and he kind of laughed it off. He's not too big of a ghost believer. He's the type who has to see something to believe it.
Days passed and I started noticing small things happening, mainly when I was alone. I would put something in a certain place and it would be moved. It made me feel like I was losing my mind at first. There was even one occasion where I was filing my nails with my nail file (husband was at work). I got a call on my cell phone and I laid the nail file down on the arm of the couch to go get my phone, because I had it charging on my kitchen counter. I came back into my living room maybe 3 minutes later and saw my nail file on the floor, but it hadn't just fallen into the floor. It was way on the other side of our living room and it was turned sideways. Like someone purposely sat it that way. I tried a couple of times to drop it, just to see what it would do and it landed nowhere near where it was. I even tried giving it a bit of a toss to see if I could get it to land there and it just didn't seem possible that it could happen that way on it's own. In fact, it even took me a couple tries to get it to sit up sideways the way it was positioned on the carpet. I just shrugged my shoulders at the time and tried to forget about it.
Nothing else happened for days. Then one night I was at work and my husband was off for the day so he called me and asked me where our spatula was. I was a little annoyed that "Where's the spatula?!" was the first thing out of his mouth when I answered the phone, after not seeing him or talking to him for hours. Our spatula is always kept in the drawer underneath our silverware drawer, and he swore up and down that it wasn't there or in the dishwasher. I told him I would look for it when I got off work (which was at 11pm). I got home that night, neither of us were in a good mood and I must have looked all over the apartment for it. It was nowhere. It was just gone. We started wondering if maybe some of the other tenants could get into our apartment or something, but for just a spatula? Seemed highly unlikely. My husband was starting to get very amused by it. Thinking that someone would break into our apartment and take nothing but a spatula. We both went to bed around 2am and woke up around 9am. I went into the kitchen, made some coffee and thought about making omelets. I had completely forgotten about the spatula being gone. I got the eggs and pan and opened the drawer and there was the spatula. I took it out, still not thinking anything of it. Turned on the oven and it hit me. THE SPATULA IS BACK! I screamed for my husband to come in there. He gave me a quizzical look and a lecture about how it's impossible for a spatula to just disappear and reappear on it's own. I told him things were happening off and on like that randomly. This was just the first time it's happened to him.
We didn't have any more activity for quite a while after that. I think maybe it was because we were waiting for something to happen. Then one Thursday night I had the night off (My husband usually works late shifts and so do I. At least up until 11pm or 1am). I was sitting on the couch watching a movie, I had my dog sitting in my lap asleep. Suddenly I hear a noise behind me like light scratching across the couch. It sounded like someone or possibly an animal ran their nails lightly across the back of the couch. I just sat there for a second wondering what it could be. I was a little afraid to make any sudden moves. I looked at my dog to make sure he didn't scratch the couch. He had all 4 paws sitting in my lap, but he had woken from his sleep and was staring right behind my head, as if someone was standing there. That's what really creeped me out. I jumped up off the couch and decided it was time to take my dog for a short walk. I just had to get out of there. I had the strangest feeling of unease. I didn't tell my husband about that because I knew what he would say. He would say I was too tired or I was spending too much time with Samantha and she was causing my imagination to run wild.
Later that night I woke up about 4 in the morning and I kept hearing a noise like a small dog walking around in my bathroom. I thought my dog (who sleeps on the bed at night) had jumped down and was in the bathroom for some reason. I looked at the foot of the bed and there he was. He was sound asleep and snoring, as was my husband. I still heard tiny little footsteps with small claws like a cat or dog was pacing back and forth in our bathroom. I laid there for a few minutes and just listened to it and soon it just stopped. I told my husband this the next day. He had a little bit of a puzzled look and asked me if I'd been working too hard, which absolutely infuriated me! I told him everything that was happening was not my wild imagination. There was something weird happening. Sometimes I wonder if we have a cat ghost. The scratching on the couch, the tiny footsteps, and possibly my dog was looking at a ghost cat sitting on the back of the couch? I know it sounds insane. I haven't even ran that option past my husband yet. I just think it's all more than just a coincidence. I don't know about the spatula though, that one is still a mystery.
Just a few nights ago we had a bad thunderstorm and I was stuck home alone. The lights started to go out and I started to panic. It was 11:30 and my husband wasn't going to be home until 1:00 am. I got the candles out and lit them and waited patiently for my husband to get home. I had my phone out and was on facebook reading status updates when all of a sudden our old box fan, that we keep in the bedroom for really hot nights, fell over. It scared the crap out of me! I screamed and my dog was going crazy barking. I went in the bedroom with flashlights and just looked at it. No explanation at all as to why it would have fallen. It's been in the same spot since we moved in and it's never fallen before. There wasn't even thunder or anything that could have jolted it in any possible way. I stood it back up exactly where it was and said out loud, "Please stop!" I went into the living room and waited a while, wondering if maybe something from Samantha's house followed me. Maybe? Or maybe our ghost cat jumped on the box fan. Either way I was creeped out! Luckily the power came back on around midnight. I was more than relieved. My husband got home and I told him about the fan. He just shook his head. He said the thunder had to have jolted it. I said there was no thunder then! There was nothing. He came up with a dozen excuses as to what it most likely was. I was really getting annoyed with him. The ghost never does anything to him, at least it hadn't yet.
I woke up the next morning. My husband was already awake. He was sitting outside smoking a cigarette and having his coffee. He didn't look like he'd slept too well. He saw that I was up so he came in and told me that he had got up around 3:00 am to use the bathroom. All the lights were off. He didn't want to turn one on and wake me. He got into the bathroom and heard something in the bathtub. He said it sounded like someone was standing in our bathtub. He could hear what sounded like feet slowly moving around in the tub. He quietly grabbed a ball bat from inside our closet door, went back in the bathroom, turned on the light and jerked open the shower curtain. Nothing was there. He said he felt like an idiot. I chuckled a bit, which he didn't find amusing. He went on to tell me he hadn't slept all night because he couldn't figure out what it could have been.
The next night we were both home early and had decided to go to bed early since we hadn't slept too well the previous nights. It was a quiet night. We had both commented on how eerie it seemed. The crickets were silent. No traffic noises. Nothing. We both started drifting off to sleep when suddenly I woke up to a loud bang. My dog jumped off the bed with his barking, my husband jumped out of bed. I was in the half-asleep/half-awake state. I felt like I could barely move. I looked up and saw the box fan had fallen over again. My husband starts yelling at how there's no reason it could have possibly fallen over. It was sitting perfectly even. For some reason, all I could do was just laugh. "I don't see how this is funny!" He yelled. I told him, "You're the one who said there's no ghost. You wouldn't believe me before, well now what do you think?" He just shook his head, mumbled some words and came back to bed.
Since the fan last fell, nothing else weird has happened. I still don't know if it's a ghost. I haven't seen anything yet that just convinces me of it, but it seems very possible. I was telling my cousin about everything going on with our apartment and she told me that she thinks it could be my grandmother, who died right before we moved. Possible I guess, but it seems more like something that's just playing around. I'm not sure what to think. If anyone else has any ideas I would love to hear them