It still gives me chills to this day when I think about the weird things and some times frightening experiences my family had in that old apartment. The units were originally built to house military families until the housing authority took them over. When my father and I did a walk through before I moved in, I was overcome with sadness and I started crying in my father's car. I told him I didn't like it there.
I was a young mother at the time, had to get out of my pervious situation and there was no space at my fathers so there was no other choice. It was the only thing I could afford at the time. So I "sucked it up" moved in and here we were alone for the first time; just baby and me.
The first thing that happened was when I would come home from work the living room window would always be open. I thought it strange but didn't put too much thought to it until it started to happen almost every day. Then my daughter didn't want to sleep in her room. She was young so I put it off as her just wanting to be close to mommy.
Then one night I got an uneasy feeling sleeping in my room upstairs, so baby and I slept in the living room on the couch. We had an old answering machine and it went off by itself! Now naturally trying to keep a cool head I thought the ringer on the phone must be off. So I walk over there and pick up the phone and see the ringer is on! Then it went on over and over again. The TV clicked on and off several times and I screamed at the top of my lungs get out of here now! This is my place now! Then things were quiet for a long time.
When my husband moved in and we had our son things started to pick up again. One particular experience was so scary we decided to move. By this time my daughter was older and now sleeping in the room; she got use to the weird things that would happen from time to time. When I starting putting my son in the room to sleep he would scream until we came and got him.
One night when he was a little older I had laid him down to sleep in his bed with his sister. My husband was working late and it was just the kids and I. I was on the phone talking and all of a sudden I hear my son screaming and bumping on the wall. I run to grab the door to the kid's room and as I open the door I swear to you I see my son's arm pinned in mid air and his little feet dangling, my daughter was horrified.
Whatever it was dropped my son and I ran to him and grabbed him. I was so scared and we all slept in my room that night and said a prayer. The next morning my son was saying his back hurt and when I pulled up his shirt. I saw to fang teeth marks on his back. I told my husband and we had my son blessed by a priest and he gave us some holy water, which we used to bless the house.
Things did quiet down a little after that but I was determined to find a new place. We stayed there another six months before we were able to find another place and about two months before for all packed and out things started up again. These things although creepy weren't horrifying. Just things like doors closing by themselves, hearing the stairs creak like someone was walking on them when we were all in bed.
Then two weeks before we were to turn in the keys, we were sleeping and I woke up because I felt something land on me and it was a shirt that I had folded earlier and placed in a packing box; all our clothes were thrown out of the box! On the very last day before we left I was checking out the entire apartment making sure we didn't miss any thing.
When I got to the room where my children stayed, just looking at every thing. I was staring at the windows thinking there going to charge us almost all of the deposit to clean up all my children's stickers off the window and from the corner of my eye I swear I saw a man's or something's face come through the wall, when I turned to look it was gone.
It looked like it had fangs!