We moved into our current apartment in November of 2004, right before Thanksgiving. Our old apartment was about a block and a half down the road, so instead of renting a moving truck my children and I would load up the car after work and bring things over. The first time we were doing this is when things started to happen in our "new" home. There is a mud room that has a locking door and it leads to the main door of the apartment. The mud room has a lock on the door handle and the main door also has a door lock and a dead bolt.
As we were leaving to get another load, my son asked if he should lock all the locks. I told him no we were coming right back with more and to just lock the handle on the main door. We left and returned about 45 minutes later and the mud room door was locked as well as the main door handle and the dead bolt! We all thought it was weird, but kept on moving things in.
A few months later my children and I were eating dinner in the dining room and my son was talking to me (the kitchen is located behind where I was sitting) and he got this really weird look on his face. Not scared but odd. His sisters' sneakers were sitting on the floor next to the island and they all of a sudden flipped on their sides.
For months my son would not go to bed unless we were home. He said every time he would walk up the stairs he would feel like someone was pushing him down the stairs and a couple of times he did fall backwards.
Things would disappear and then reappear months later for no apparent reason.
There was another time, my husband and I were sleeping and I woke up to the smell of cigarette smoke. I do not smoke any longer but my husband does. He smokes outside because my daughter has asthma. So I woke him up to ask if he had just smoked a cigarette and he said no. I then asked if he could smell the smoke and he said no. A few days later I was telling my friend and my husband admitted he did smell smoke but didn't want me to be up all night "freaked" out.
My kids have taken to our "friend" and named him Bob.
The incident that really sticks out happened on Christmas day 2006. I was washing dishes and my son was in his room, my husband was watching TV and my daughter was running up the stairs to her room. While she was running, the light on our bakers rack would go on and off for every step she hit. I thought I was seeing things, so I called her back down and told her to run up the stairs again (by the way she thought I was crazy, I'm always yelling at her not to run in the house). And it happened again! This time my husband saw it. So, she came back down and we were all standing there and I said well maybe Bob is mad no one said Merry Christmas to him. So my daughter yelled "Merry Christmas Bob" and ran up the stairs again and nothing.
There has been dozens and dozens of things that have happened in the apartment. At times I want to investigate the history of the building but, then something in me says I don't want to know (it's just a weird feeling I get).