I am about to turn 26, and I live with my boyfriend and our now 9 month old son in an apartment (which is actually a house that has been made into 3 apartments inside). There's the upstairs floor, the downstairs one, and a smaller one next to the downstairs. The original part of the house was built in 1796 (the side where our baby's bedroom is).
So, when we first moved in we lived in the upstairs apartment. It is a one bedroom and I was about 8 months pregnant at the time. The first day we started staying there, I was home alone and my stepmom came over to see the place. We were in the living room. My boyfriend collects action figures and has this big stand with four shelves that he keeps some on. We were on the opposite side of the room facing away from it, and we suddenly heard this quick scraping sound, and we turned around and saw this small plastic batman ring whip across the shelf, which was what the sound was that we heard. It projected off the shelf and onto the floor. We both just looked at each other in silence and didn't say anything for a minute because it was so strange.
After our son was born, we experienced things such as action figures projecting off the shelves, and pictures too. One time in the living room I was bent down in front of my son when he was about four months, and I felt like someone was standing right behind me, and my son looked over my shoulder and started smiling. I thought it was my boyfriend, and I turned around and no one was there. He was in our bedroom.
So here's when things started getting weirder.
The man downstairs moved out and our dryer broke, so the landlord gave us a key to downstairs so we could use the dryer. One night, my boyfriend brought me down there to show me the apartment because the landlord said we could move down there if we wanted (it's bigger and has two bedrooms). We walked in, which is the dining/kitchen area. There is a hall after the kitchen. It's one long straight hall, and all the rooms stem from that hall. At the end of it is the bathroom, a bigger space and a hall closet, and then our (now) bedroom to the right. As soon as we walked in, I looked down the hall and saw a shadow/silhouette of a person move away from the stepladder that was in the hall and go toward the bedroom and out of sight. I just thought in my head that it was our landlord because he had been repainting a room and fixing up the bathroom that week. So my boyfriend shows me all the rooms, then we get to the end of the hall to the bedroom, and... There's no one in there. No landlord. I said, "Isn't there someone in here?" He said, "No, why?" I then told him I saw someone when we came in. He thought it was weird, as did I, and then we went back upstairs.
A few weeks later we moved downstairs.
The storage closet in the hall is really just space above the cellar where its stairs are. When they added more onto the house, they decided to cover that up and turn it into a closet. We never go in that room, and the door is always completely closed. A few times I've gone down the hall and noticed the door is suddenly opened though no one had gone in there. The computer turned on by itself and had a website open, even though you need a password to get on it. That was pretty much the extent of the type of things that were happening at first.
Up until about two weeks ago our baby had been sleeping in our room. We just put his crib in his own room and he's been sleeping in there now. Ever since then, more has been happening. I've suddenly started getting an eerie feeling when I go in his room, like someone is in there behind me. About a week ago I was in the bathroom doing my hair and a toy that was sitting on top of the dryer started playing music. There is a power button you have to press first, then a big button in the front you have to push to play the music. It did it a few times. Yesterday my boyfriend was standing in the kitchen doorway which leads to the living room, and I was on the couch. Suddenly we heard a thud and he was staring down the hall and looked pale. He saw a can of soup project off the pantry shelf. He had his hand on his chest like he was really freaked out. I looked and sure enough there was a can on the floor across from the pantry. It had been sitting in the very back of the shelf. Later that day, he was joking around and threw my lip balm through the living room and into my son's room. Then he went in our room and got on the computer. I went in there too a minute later. When I came back, the lip balm he threw was sitting on the couch in the living room. Then last night we were on our bed and heard a rustle and a thud in the kitchen. We went and looked and saw that a plastic grocery bag that he had tied and knotted to a towel handle on the side of the counter had fallen to the floor. Except, the bag's handle didn't just tear and fall. The knot had been completely untied. There was hardly anything in it either so it wasn't heavy.
So now here's the scariest part to me. Later, in the middle of the night, we were sleeping and our son was in his room sleeping. We, obviously, have a baby monitor. Our son suddenly woke up crying. Sometimes he does a little cry then falls back asleep, so I waited a second to see if he did. He kept crying harder and harder, so I started to get up out of bed. Suddenly and very abruptly, he stopped and was completely silent. Then I heard rhythmic tapping, sounded like on the crib. I sat totally still and listened, and I swear to you, as clear as day with no static, I heard a man's voice on the monitor. It wasn't a conversation or even an actual word. It was like an "Uhhhhhhhh" throaty sound. The best way I can describe it is... Have you ever had a dream where you were trying to call out or scream and no sound would come out, until finally it was just a groan type of sound? That's kind of what it reminded me of; like someone was trying hard to communicate or say something. I got goosebumps and immediately shook my boyfriend awake and told him. It was also bizarre because my son stopped crying so abruptly and then I heard that right afterward. I told him what I heard and we went in there, then our baby woke up again and we put him in our room to sleep in the Pack and Play for the rest of the night. My boyfriend slept with the monitor on his chest to see if we'd hear anything else but we didn't. It's like our son attracts it or something. Also earlier that day he crawled into his room and I was in the living room (which is connected to it) and suddenly he busted out laughing. He only laughs like that if you play with him or tickle him.
It seems like this spirit wants us to know it is there, for whatever reason. I've had very creepy paranormal experiences in the past, but this one is the biggest for me. People say monitors can pick up cell phones or whatever, but this wasn't a conversation or actual words, and it was not static or hard to hear. It was crystal clear and I know what I heard. There are no neighboring houses. I wish I could learn more about the history of this property and who lived here in the past.
My boyfriend told the landlord (Tom) how I saw someone in the hall, and Tom told him that a woman who used to live upstairs said she kept her bread in a breadbox (I think that's what it was called) and she'd leave the kitchen and come back in later and the bread would be in the trash.