My boyfriend and I moved into a bigger apartment in our building after the previous tenant had moved out. We knew our old neighbor and he was a sweet elderly man who loved telling stories about his younger days.
He was diagnosed with cancer and shortly after moved out. We jumped at the opportunity to upgrade and quickly moved in. We lived in it for months with very little strange occurrences. Mostly just odd feelings and restless nights. We didn't think much of it. Mostly we just found ways to explain the little things. Old building, bad pluming and lack of heaters, stuff like that.
About two months in we adopted a dog. He was restless at night and would growl at nothing. We just assumed it was him adjusting to a new home and the new sounds of an apartment building. Again we just brushed it off.
Not long after that sleep began getting harder. I would wake in the middle of the night petrified for no reason. A simple task of going to get water was suddenly a long debate in my head. I usually don't need lights but I found myself turning on every single one. Eventually I got sheers for our four-post bed just so I didn't feel like I was being watched.
My boyfriend was oddly supportive. I told of these things and he confessed to also feeling scared. He admitted that at times it felt like eyes were on him. A chill would run down his spine and he would fight the urge to get of bed with no lights. I honestly felt relieved to hear him say he felt it also.
June 27th we were informed that our neighbor had passed away. We all loved him dearly and it was very emotional. A few days later we were attending him funeral. After the service we went home and had a dink while we remembered his stories. We laughed and cried one more time for him.
That night the house was oddly unsettling. It was ice cold and felt hollow. We just thought it was knowing he was gone. The emptiness we felt was the piece of him that was no longer with us.
We went to bed and at two in the morning I woke. I groggily went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. I heard a voice mumbling and it sounded like it was coming from the entryway but I just shook myself. I refilled the glass thinking the mumbling had to have been my boyfriend telling me he wanted water as well. As I headed back to the room our dog jumped off the bed and ran to the entryway as a second mumbling began. After giving a growl, he raced to my side and stood between me and the entryway.
Sleepy, I pushed him out of the way just wanting to get back into bed. He moved along side me making sure I was never between him and the entryway. I took note of the odd behavior and entered the room.
I shook my boyfriend, handing him the water and he gladly accepted it. As I crawled back into bed he handed me the glass saying thanks. Jokingly I made a remake about using his "big boy voice" when he was asking for water. He replied that he hadn't asked me to bring him water. I instantly got tense as I put the glass on my nightstand.
I told him I had heard him say something but I couldn't make it out. At this point his was awake. He shook his head telling me that he heard me call the dog to the door. He thought I was going to take him out. My body became icy in that moment. I went numb with fear as everything clicked into place. Something had called out and our dog had responded. Needless to say we slept with the light on and the curtains pulled tightly around the bed.
The next day we both acted like nothing had happened. We went to breakfast and ran our usual errands. While heading home, I finally couldn't take it any more. I started ranting about how horrible that had been and how scared I was. He also let out a sigh as he explained it had terrified him too.
We went a few days feeling uneasy but finally we were getting back into our normal routine. One morning he got up and jumped in the shower like he does every morning. I was laying in bed deciding if I wanted ten more minutes or if I should just get up and take the dog out. I know I was fully awake.
I was laying on my stomach staring at the headboard. The dog was having a very odd dream at the foot of the bed. He was kicking, whimpering and giving short huffy growls. Finally I decided I was going to get up. As I lifted my head off the pillows the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. My body was numb and somehow I knew there was something behind me.
I'm not sure if the dog woke up or not but he starting growling. It was deep and threatening. Our dog is a puppy and I've never heard him growl like that. My hand involuntarily twisted into the pillows and my eyes burned with tears that wanted to spring out. I can't even express how terrified I was in that moment.
Clear as day I heard a raspy deep voice tell me to get out of the apartment. In a flash I was out of bed and something in me made me yell "leave us alone". My boyfriend came in a second later to me shaking and just standing there. He asked what was up and told him. He asked if I had already taken the dog out because he heard the front door open and close.
When I told him I hadn't he got a strange look on his face. He almost seemed a lot more terrified then I was.
It hasn't gotten any better.