I grew up in a small apartment as a child, where a lot of bizarre, scary things happened. Small objects moving around in broad daylight and I would hear voices or clicking sounds from time to time. My mother experienced the same things, so I know it wasn't my imagination. We got used to it after living there for years, but there is one experience that still freaks me out until this day.
When I was about ten years old, I shared a room with my mother. Because it was a small home, you could see almost every room if you stepped outside the main bedroom. On the left there was a guestroom, on the right the kitchen and facing our bedroom was the living room and the second bedroom. Anyway, back to the story.
It was like every other night. My mother was reading a book in the kitchen and I went to bed first. After a couple of hours, I woke up.
I saw my mother standing right next to my bed. It was dark so I could only see her silhouette. She had a modern 50's-like hairdo at the time and the outline of her hair was clearly visible.
She was looking right at me. I just thought she maybe wanted to be sure I was sleeping. So I closed my eyes again. I found it strange that I did not hear my mother walk or move. After a minute, I opened my eyes again... She was gone!
Rather confused, I decided to look for her. I saw her sitting on the kitchen table and asked what she was doing in the bedroom. My mother looked at me, raised her eyebrow and said, "Bedroom? I'm still reading..." I was so scared!
Looking back, I think something is strange. Why did the dark figure look like my mom? Was it trying to pose as her? And why?
I try not to think about it too long... Typing this raises the hair on the back of my neck...
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Maybe you should look up the history of your apartment building? Usually you kind find "what's up" there. đ