This all happened in the last four Days. Bear with me as while the incidents were short, they were rather malicious.
I moved from Kansas City, Kansas to Riverside, MO after an insurance problem forced us to move to another state, so my son Ricky would be covered for some medication he needed. In Kansas it would cost us $4500 a month. In MO $2 a month due to different medications being covered in MO that are not in Kansas. So I moved and took both of my sons with me. My husband stayed in our home with both of our daughters. We frequently sleep at both homes so we can be together. The $800 in rent and bills is a heck of a lot cheaper than $4500 a month for his medicine.
I moved into my apartment on the 9th of September 2013. These incidents happened on the 15th, 16th, 17th and 18th of September.
The day I moved in was uneventful except for the fruit basket. I like my basket of fruit to sit dead center in the middle of the table. I moved it back into the dead center of the table at least 6 times that day. Then we finally pushed the table up against the wall to prevent the table from being jostled and slid the basket all the way to the back. When I came back inside the empty apartment, the fruit basket was slid dead center again. I checked the apartment but it was empty. The boys were both sitting on the front steps having a drink and rest. Weird but oh well.
The first week goes well. It's a crisis week trying to make sure everyone is where they need to be. On Friday and Saturday my husband and girls stayed over and come Sunday evening we were alone with just me and the boys home.
It was about 10:30 at night and I was sitting on the sofa on my laptop when I suddenly hear the most happiest of laughs. A man was in the room laughing out loud. He laughed for about 10 seconds, as if it had been startled out of him.
I was chatting with friends online and told them I thought someone was on my balcony. So I went out and checked, but no one was there, nor were any of the other neighbors out on theirs. I reported back to my friends that it was all clear and headed to bed.
I set my alarm on my phone and placed it on the occasional chair to charge then climbed in bed and went to sleep. I'm a "sleep like a rock" type of person and very difficult to rouse. So I was very confused to suddenly find myself awake at 3am. I sat for a moment to listen if the coffee pot had turned on and then went and checked my phone. As I'm standing by the door, next to the chair staring at the clock on my phone, I see a streak from the corner of my eye in the direction of the boys' room. I hear a loud crash and piercing scream come from my sons' room. Then I hear that happy, jovial laugh again, right in my ear. That "I'm just a happy type of guy" male laugh.
I run for my sons' room, and find my oldest son Marcus, who is 13, sitting in bed covered in broken toy airplanes. The airplanes which at 11:00pm had been lined up ready for take off from the aircraft's carrier toy on the floor. And indeed they had taken off. Right into my son, the wall over his bed and the window. They had broken on impact with the wall and then fallen on my son's head. I don't mention the laughing to my sons, because I need them to go back to sleep. But I sat in the hallway all night watching over them.
The next day I tell my husband the apartment is haunted and get a good laugh from him. We are scared and spend the whole day at the house, only returning home at 9:00pm to sleep.
This time I was woken by the screams at 5:00am. Marcus is on his floor the blankets nearly cocooned around him, crying, saying "Leave me alone, please leave me alone." Ricky is sitting up in bed, confused and still half asleep, saying, "What?" over and over again.
I get Ricky to lay down and take Marcus to my bedroom, get him calmed down in my bedroom and get the details from him. Marcus says he suddenly woke up as he hit the floor, the blanket wrapped tightly around him and a male voice in his ear telling him, "Wake up, I'm going to get you" and then just laughing. Laughing like he was so happy, or had a great surprise thrown for him. I tell him to sleep with me and get him settled back to sleep.
This spirit has twice targeted my 13 year old son. First with violence, and then by pulling my son from the bed while threatening him. I'm not sure that he wrapped the blanket around my son. But in 13 years, I have never seen my son fully wrapped in a blanket like that. Marcus is the type of kid who lays down, throws the blanket out perfectly around him, flips on his stomach, goes to sleep and does not move a muscle all night. So how did the blanket get sideways and wrapped around his arms? You will have to come to your own conclusion on that one.
Right now, I'm regretting having moved here. Scared to tell my landlord the place is haunted. And wondering what I can do to catch this spirit in the act to prove I'm not crazy.
Besides the three actual "scare you shipless" incidents, we are having closets and cabinets open while we are gone, computers acting weird and crazy. One which had worked perfectly, suddenly started messing up. The disc drive kept opening and closing. We bought a new one. It was working fine sitting on the kitchen table. When I came out the next morning, 30 programs had been opened up. We have no animals, the boys were sound asleep. Oh and I missing about 30 Lighters. Stupid I know, but I usually drop them through the couch so I buy a lot and at the end of the week, fish them out from under. But they are not under the couch, in it or anywhere to be found. My entire supply of lighters went poof, one by one.
So this is Day 8 in the new apartment. We have a Laughing Lighter Thief who doesn't like my 13 year old son. What is the rest of the month going to bring?