It was the summer of 1975 and I had just turned twenty-one. I, being on the wild and rambunctious side, found it necessary to find a place of my own. I soon found an apartment that had everything I was looking for. It was cheap. I moved in and with the help of family and friends, rounded up the essentials to turn the empty apartment into a bachelor pad.
The apartment was located in a large, two story building, that used to be a dormitory during World War II. Sometime after the war, it had been turned into an apartment building. My apartment was on the second floor on the west end, apartment number 216.
My first experience there I still don't know what to make of it. As best as I can recall, it was my day off from work and I was kicked back on the couch listening to music. The first sign of something wrong was when the music started sounding like it was far away but the hi-fi was no less that a couple feet way. My head started spinning, was beginning to lose my vision and I could feel my heart racing. My first thought was that "I'm dying." My second was "Not now, I'm just starting to have fun."
I'm now blind as a bat, but sitting upright with both feet on the floor, trying my best not to lose consciousness. As I'm sitting there trying to hold everything together, the darkness that I'm seeing has changed to a mass of swirling colors. The music is completely gone and I'm staring to hear voices. The voices are a mixture of laughing and taunts, making fun of my predicament. "Great", I thought, "here I am a dying and all I get is being made fun of. What a way to go."
I get to my feet with the intention of trying to make it to my bedroom to lie down. I take a couple of steps and feel myself falling. I don't remember hitting the floor. I wake up several minutes later and everything is back to normal. The whole ordeal lasted no more than the amount of time it took to play five or six 45 records.
While this experience was odd it wasn't the only one I had in that apartment, nor was my apartment the only one that had activity in it. I had heard the "stories" before and after this happened, but I wasn't the least bit interested. The only spirits I was interested in at that time, was the hundred proof kind.
The apartment building is no longer there, having been demolished to make way for progress. We may never know who or what haunted the rooms and halls of that old building. Maybe it's best we don't.