We were living in a Low Income apartment complex in Aztec, New Mexico that was built sometime in the late 60's early 70's, when the events took place. I have attempted to get information on the complex itself only to hear a number of different "possibilities" of why the apartments have their "issues". We recently moved out of the apartment for a number of other reasons.
To give a bit of a history on the events themselves, my children and I were there for about 6 years, my fiancé moved in during our last 3 years there, and my daughter was born our second year living in the apartment. There have been a number of things that happened there but I won't go into (hopefully) to much detail on all of it this round. This story is a bit of why I felt we were being haunted there.
Our apartment wasn't a very big apartment it was only two bedrooms and one bathroom, a decent sized living-room, kitchen/dining-room and the front door. The bedrooms, bathroom and front door were down a short hallway from the living-room and kitchen/dining-room. To explain what I mean by "short" the hallway was only maybe 20 feet long if even that. That same hallway is where the following events took place. Paige (my daughter) was only maybe two years old at the time and had a somewhat decent vocabulary (enough that Clinton (my fiancé), my three older boys and I could get the "gist" of what she was saying while others still had difficulties understanding her. Bedtime in our house for the kids is always 8:30p.m on school nights, and 9:30p.m. On weekends (even for my now thirteen year old son), so that us adults can have some peace and quiet (on occasion), and to relax a few before we head off to bed as well.
Nightly Paige could be heard saying "Doe (go) way" or "weave (leave) me lone" which Clinton and I first thought it was her brothers picking on her. When we'd head down the hallway to go check on them and make the "picking" stop, we thought they'd hear us and "pretend" to be asleep, so we "stealth-ed" down the hall with the living-room lights turned down low so we wouldn't have the shadows ahead of us for the kids to see. We would get to their bedroom and the boys would all be out cold so to speak, leaving Paige the only one awake. Clinton would tell her to go to sleep and she would say things like "the boy is talking to loud", or "the bad thing won't go way" (in a toddler like way of-course) along with a few other things. Clinton didn't know what to make of it so he would send me into the room, unless I was already in there with him and he would just kiss her good night again and leave the room so I could "handle it".
My way of handling it was to say out loud and as nicely as I could "Please leave my little one alone, she doesn't know why you're here because she is too young to understand and you're scaring her". Usually she would tell me "dey (they) weft (left) mommy" but every now and then she'd tell me they said "No" so I would have to get a little more "demanding" and say "If you refuse to leave and continue to scare her I will be forced to make you leave and I don't want to make you mad either so please just go" and Paige would tell me they left.
Clinton and I talked about it a few times on his terms and he thought it was just her imagination, which I did and still do agree that it IS possible that that's what it could have been... At first. Every now and then Clinton and I would also get the "feeling" that something or someone was in the hallway and whatever or whoever it was wasn't "good".
There were many nights where one or both of us would be walking down the hallway, get that "feeling" and take off at a dead run (no pun intended) for our room and dive into our bed as we shut the door behind us (I'm not always brave enough to "face" them myself). Clinton still tends to say that he doesn't know why he would get those feelings or if it was even what I think it was, as he had never had "experiences" before he met me. It's not that he DOESN'T believe it is just that he never had "things" happen to him before.
If I remember right, it was January (maybe February), of 2007 at about 10:00 p.m., Clinton and I were sitting in the living-room watching TV and we hadn't heard a single sound out of the kids room for at least an hour, when all of a sudden here comes Paige with one of those plastic tube whistles into the hallway, right underneath our smoke detector, and she's yelling "DOE WAY YOU TUPID TING" while waving the whistle in the air above her head as if to "beat up" whatever was there. I went and got her and asked her what was going on and she told me it was a scary thing that had been yelling at her and it made her mad. I handled it the same way I always did but added a bit of a protection after wards with a chant a very good friend of mine, (this was something handed down in her family), had taught me as a "just in case".
Clinton couldn't chock it up to imagination after that, he told me "I think you're right Baby, I think we do have a ghost or SOMETHING in here with us" and asked me to call "Jess" to come over and see what she thinks about it. "Jess" was more than happy to come by and listen to what we had to say and she did a "smudging" on the apartment for us so nothing "bad" could get in, but the "good" could stay. She is more "practiced" than I am and has better "grounding" abilities than I do so when something like this needs to be done and done "right", I call on "Jess". She has been my savior in many things over the last 14 years, since I don't claim to be anything more than a "student" or an "apprentice" because of past mistakes.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story and for any positive feedback:) I will have more on this particular apartment in the future I hope.