Throughout my lifetime, I have always had experiences. Some I thought were definitely paranormal, where others were just weird. This story is about the first apartment my husband and I lived in for 10 years.
When my husband and I were first married (1985), we lived in a triplex that my grandparents once owned in the 60's and early 70's. They lived in one apartment, my aunt and uncle in the other and the smaller middle one was usually rented out.
We had recently moved into what had been my aunt and uncle's house, when one Saturday night I'm in bed watching TV (probably SNL), my husband was already asleep, when I heard the kitchen door click and footsteps like someone had entered and was coming through the kitchen. Thinking we may have an intruder, I'm quietly trying to wake up my husband. Naturally he doesn't wake up. My cat was with me on the bed, she turned and looked at me like "Did you hear that, too?" She got up slowly, her spine and tail were fluffed, walked in kind of a stalking manner low and slow into the hallway where the was a clear view of the kitchen, looked in, then her body language just relaxed, she came back in the room, jumped on the bed and curled up like there was nothing after all.
The next day I had my family over for a BBQ and I had mentioned what had occurred the night before. My aunt and my mother both said "Is THAT still happening?!" WHAT? Do you know how many times I slept over there growing up?
They went on to tell me that when my family lived there, my uncle worked swing shift, so my aunt would keep the same hours as him and sew until he came home around midnight. The first few times this happened she naturally thought this was my uncle, but when she would call out to him, there would be no answer. Thinking this was an intruder, she would run out the back door and have a man in the family come check things out. Never was there anything or any person found. After a while she just accepted it and learned to live with it. I eventually got used to it and later had heard of residual hauntings and figured that's what this was.
Back then, long before Netflix, we would rent movies for a night and then return them the following day. My husband was getting ready to return some and went into the bedroom for his wallet, keys, etc., but couldn't find the keys. Everything else was where he had left them but no car keys. I was sitting in the living room when he called out to me to help him find them. There we are looking under the bed, all around when we hear this jingle jingle jingle coming from the living room, it's the keys.
We looked at each other, ran into the living room and there were the keys, dropping midair right to the ground. Our cat was under the coffee table, scared and fluffed out. When my husband picked up the keys he said they were ice cold.
That was creepy but most of the little things weren't very scary but my husband did have a bad experience once. It was a very hot summer evening, around 1 maybe 2 am and for some reason both of us just woke up. We lie in bed talking for a while when he got up to use the restroom. Coming back out he felt someone by him. Directly into his ear he heard someone exhaling but like with a wide open mouth. He could even feel the hot breath. He thought it was me and asked, in an irritated tone, why I was doing that. I answered from the bedroom "What are you talking about?" I think he flew from the hallway right into bed. That experience really creeped him out, understandably so.
One Christmas eve when I was pregnant, my husband was out of town. I was in the kitchen making Christmas toffee and I felt something touch my behind. Thinking it was one of my cats reaching up to me for food or attention, I just swished my hands behind me and said go away. It happened three times and finally I got annoyed and spun around and yelled "WHAT?!" the cats were clear across the kitchen in a dining area lounging (it was a very long, old kitchen). There was just no way it would have been them. When it happened a 4th time I did turn around to be sure, saw nothing and said "Could you please stop? You're scaring me". No other activity for the rest of that night.
After our daughter was born, there was a little less activity but it seemed was still around, playful as it had been before. It would turn on my daughter's crib mobile randomly. At first we thought it was the spring since it was a wind up kind, but it would happen too often to be the spring. I would be in the rocking chair nursing my daughter when the mobile would start turning and playing its tune. I'd look up, it would stop. Look back down, it would start up again. I'd say "Can you please stop?" and it would.
There were always little things that became amusing, sometimes. The kitchen cabinet would swing back and forth not with any real force, I would say "That's very clever. Can you close it?" It would just stop. My shoes would go missing and I could only find one. When we moved I found all the single orphaned shoes under my bed, dead center in a pile. Since I store things there I never looked since it didn't seem logical that it would make its way around boxes.
I'm sure there were more little things that occurred but those are the experiences I remember the most. Thanks for reading.