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This address is where the following events happened while I lived
there with my three kids, Ava, Bella and Dylan.
Historically speaking, I couldn’t find much about the building other
than it was built in the 1930s. I don’t
know of its past residents or of any tragedies that occurred here. All I know is something is there and that
something made life interesting.
I moved in late summer of 2012 and for a while everything
was fine, well as fine as it could be living in a a two bedroom apartment with
three kids, two cats and one hamster. It
wasn’t until April of 2013 when odd things started happen. Well I should say odd things were always
there but I just didn’t realize it until afterwards. I’ll get back to that later.
In April of 2013 my dad had flown from AZ to come on a road
trip to Disney with me and the kids. I
had arranged for my friend Amy to come and feed my cats and the hamster at least
once a day. Instructions were simple,
feed the animals and make sure the kids door is closed so the cats don’t eat
the hamster. The vacation is going
great. Kids are having fun and life is
good. After a few days I call Amy to
make sure everything is going well and other than a minor ant problem and the
cats throwing up things were fine. “You’ve
got some ninja cats!” Amy said to me. Why
do I have ninja cats? Well she proceeds
to tell me how every day she leaves she makes sure the kids door is closed and
when she comes back the next day its wide open again and a pile of Polly
Pockets are on the floor.
Let me pause here for a second. A few things to mention at this point.
A) The Polly Pockets thing was something I have noticed and
figured the cats for some reason liked to play with them. I’d come home from work and every day there
was four or five of the little things in a pile in the hallway.
B) There was no opening that door easily. My cats are smart but they are not
ninjas. There’s no way possible they
could open this door. I was confused by
all this but I decided to chalk it up to the fact that maybe Amy just forgot to
close the door…every day. Amy shares the
goings on with me and the conversation ends as does the vacation. We get back home and life goes back to normal
for a few weeks.
At the time, things were difficult for the kids. Fresh off a divorce, they missed their mother
and I’m certain they were not comfortable (nor was I) with our current living
situation. To say the kids fought often
was an understatement. They were all
more sensitive than usual but Dylan was having a seemingly more difficult time
than the girls. His fuse was
non-existent and he would get angry with his sisters which led to a lot of tear
filled tantrums. I was struggling with
how to get him to change this behavior and decided one night that maybe if he
could see how he was acting it would make a difference so I made a video of him
mid-tantrum in his bedroom. What I saw on this video afterwards made my
stomach drop. Most of you I’m sure have
seen videos or pictures of what ghost people refer to as orbs. They’re balls of light that appear in pictures
of zoom through a video, usually one or two seen for a split second. I was watching the video and about 30 seconds
in something zips past the lens, comes back, kind of floats in front of Dylan's
face, then zips back off the screen.
Then it comes back and is joined by another little ball of light. Then another.
And then one more enters the screen.
I watched as they circled around Dylan's head, zipping in and out of visual
like little tiny laser beams. I first
though maybe it was dust but dust just floats, whatever this was had was moving
fast. I considered maybe they were bugs
but bugs are visible and I would have seen bugs flying around my sons
head. I shared the video with a few
people, all who had the similar “holy shit” type reaction that I had. Amy, the cat watcher, suggested I take a
video when Dylan wasn’t angry so I did and the video showed nothing but Dylan
being Dylan. I didn’t want to see
nothing. I wanted to see the same thing
as before so I could make sense of it. There
wasn’t much sense to be made at this point.
As weird as all these things were it wasn’t scary or anything so I didn’t
really think about it too much at this point.
This would change pretty quickly over the next few months.
The first time the “shit got real” as some would say was
during the first few weeks of May. Ava,
my oldest would stay up a little later than the other two and I would let her
stay in the living room to watch a movie or just hang out. This one night right before Ava was to go to
bed, Ava and I were talking about something random when all of a sudden I hear
a little girls laugh come from directly behind me (which was a loveseat against
a brick wall). I turned quickly and saw
nothing. I didn’t want to scare Ava so I
didn’t mention what I just heard but she instantly said “daddy did you just
hear that? I just heard a little girl
laughing!!” I tried to deny I heard it
but I could tell Ava didn’t buy into the lie as she went to bed with her door
closed for the first time since we lived there.
I didn’t sleep that night.
About a week had passed and there wasn’t anything new that
had happened until one night late after the kids went to bed. I was laying in my bed (which happened to be
in the living room) when all of a sudden a few of the left over candy filled
plastic Easter eggs fell from the loveseat and onto the floor, spilling candy
all over. Instantly I thought it was the
cats but they were nowhere to be found.
I went to look for them and they were both in Ava’s room, which had the
door closed as she now did on a nightly basis.
You may think these eggs could have been close to the edge and just
naturally rolled off but let me tell you they were not near the edge. I remember putting them on the chair and they
had to be moved to end up on the floor.
It happened within feet of me and the feeling that followed was
fear. Something was there and something
was watching me. I felt eyes on me from
somewhere in my apartment. The candy
stayed on the floor. I stared at the
wall and again did not sleep that night.
After this night, nothing happened for quite some time. I thought maybe it was gone. What I didn’t realize was it was just
building up for something else. Fast
forward to late May. Every night Dylan
would lay on his bedroom floor and play his video games until it was time for
bed. It was about 7:30 pm, the girls
were in the living room and I was in the kitchen when all of a sudden Dylan
starts to scream and cry randomly. I run
to his room and he is laying on the floor crying in pain complaining about his
leg. I told him to stand up and when he
does I notice this cut going across the back of his left calf, blood trickling
down. I quickly get a paper towel and
tried to get him to tell me what happened.
He said he was just laying there and all of sudden he felt a burning
feeling on his leg. I asked if the cats
were under the bed. No daddy. Did you scrape your leg? No daddy.
I had no explanation. I decided
to blame it on something he brushed up against which we both knew did not
happen. The very next night, I had just
gotten Dylan out of the shower and I brought him into his bedroom to help him
get changed. I realized I forgot his
t-shirt in the living room so I left the room to get it. The second I left the room, Dylan screamed in
pain. I quickly turned to see him
standing in the same spot with a fresh cut going down the same leg from the night
previous. Blood trickling down his
leg.
Tears flooded his eyes and I knew he was terrified. I had no explanation to give. He asked me if there was a ghost and I had no
choice but to explain to him that I thought there was one. Thinking back to the video of him along with
everything else that had happened it all became clear to me. I had the spirit of a little girl in my home
and she was not too fond of little boys.
She was the one opening the door to get into the bedroom. She was the one playing with the Polly
pockets every day. She was the one who
took it upon herself to make Dylan aware she didn’t like him one bit. I had him lay in bed and tell the ghost to
nicely go away. I explained to him that
now the ghost had to leave and he was going to be safe. Thankfully he accepted this and fell asleep. I sat by his bed to make sure.
After I left the kids bedroom I turned to go towards the
living room and instantly felt someone watching me as I went down the
hall. I didn’t have to turn around. I knew it was there. The hairs on my arm and next was standing straight
and I had chills running down my spine.
I was scared shitless. I tried to
lay down but couldn’t. I knew whatever
it was, was close to the kids bedroom and that had me worried but I was filled
with terror and couldn’t move from where I was standing in the kitchen. Within minutes I heard “DADDY!” come from
Dylan’s room. I ran to the bedroom only
to find Dylan and Bella sound asleep. I
checked Ava’s room and she too was sleeping.
As I was in Ava’s room I heard sounds coming from my kitchen. I heard what clearly was the sound of the tea
kettle being dragged across the burner.
I decided to go outside of the apartment for a moment to call my
mother. I was losing it and needed her
to calm me down. I stepped outside and
as I was outside on the phone I could feel her watching me. She followed me and was watching as I spoke
of her to my mother. I know it sounds
crazy to you reading this when I say she was watching me but if you were there
and felt what I felt it would make sense.
It is the most disturbing feeling to feel. It is a paralyzing feeling. My mother talked me into speaking to the
ghost so I decided to go back into the apartment and have a conversation with
whatever this thing was.
I laid on my bed and as I did both cats immediately jumped
up and sat right next to me. I was messaging
my sister and was trying to describe what was happening so I snapped some pictures
which I sent over to her. Minutes later I heard pots and pans being
moved around in the kitchen. I hid under
my covers and kept saying “please go away you are not welcome here” over and
over and over again until eventually I fell asleep.
The next morning I went to work and was discussing the previous
nights events with some friends who were following along my updates of the night
on Facebook. My friend Amy, who I was
texting with, took one look at one of the pictures I sent my sister and said “what
the f*** is that!!?” I still can’t describe
what is in this picture but led to me calling the rental office to make sure
they were aware I would be moving out when my lease was up.
Is that an arm reaching out to touch the cat? Is that her black hair trailing her as she runs past? What's with the vapor trail? I look at this picture now I can practically feel that very moment. Withing seconds of this picture being taken noises came from the kitchen which is the direction that entity in the picture was heading.
After that night and until we moved out the activity
stopped. Maybe all it needed to hear was
that it was not welcome. Maybe it did what
it had to do and left. I moved out with
the kids at the end of September and things have been peaceful. There is more to this story I believe. I believe this spirit has followed me from
place to place ever since I moved back in ’95. What happened at Clemens place reminded me of
things that happened in other places too all which felt oddly connected to each
other. I left Clemens place with the
belief that this spirit attached itself to me for some reason and feeling that
I was close to letting her go she decided to show her disapproval which is what
those nights were all about. In the end
I hope she did let go and decided to leave me, my family and herself to rest and
enjoy the peace we all deserve to have.
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