In October of 1999 I moved into a new flat. It was the fifth place I had since moving out of my parent's house two months after my 19th birthday and it is the first place that felt like home. I felt at ease as soon as I walked in and took the flat straight away.
On the first New Year which was the millennium, I was walking down the hall when I heard a soft voice saying happy New Year. I don't know why but I said it back and then felt something brush my cheek. It felt so kind it filled me with a kind of peaceful warmth. After that I would hear things creaking mainly in the kitchen. I would see things out of the corner of your eye.
The strangest thing happened with my now husband was staying over. This was his third time staying in the flat. I said I was going to have a bath so he sat in the living room watching TV. When I came back into the room he looked a bit freaked out and he swore that he had heard the living room door open, heard someone walk behind the sofa and go into the kitchen. He said as he thought it was me he asked if he could have a coffee when I did not answer he looked into the kitchen and saw the light was off at which point he got up to check and swore blind to me he felt something brush past him. I asked why he thought it was me as I also had a flat mate and all he could say was I don't know it just felt like a woman!
I don't know what or who was there with us but I do know I miss it as I said it was the first place that was a home to me and sadly I had to leave it exactly three years after moving in as I had to move to a new town due to work commitments. I've had three houses here and none make me as happy as I was there.
There was one thing I will add to the end of my story. The street was called Belleview Avenue and before the high rises had gone up there had been a row of tenements which got pulled down and it was only after moving there that my dad told me that his Gran had lived in those tenements until she passed away.