Before I moved into my home back in the year 1999, I lived on the third floor of an old house in Shillington, PA for seven years. I really loved this old apartment. The landlord at the time inherited it from his uncle and decided to section off the three floors and make it into three apartments. The third floor was once the attic and therefore fairly small, but plenty roomy enough for me and my cats. It had a cute little kitchen with a small full refrigerator, kitchen sink with cabinets, a stove with oven, and wall shelves as well. The living room was also small as was the bathroom which did not have a bathtub but a shower stall; however, both the kitchen and the bathroom did have a lot of closet space which was great! The bedroom was pretty large with a small closet for clothing, etc. The basement was set up with three separate storage spaces (no washer or dryer) for all three apartments.
My apartment building, 3rd floor on 31 S. Wyomissing Avenue.
A couple of months after I moved in, I noticed that my telephone would ring around 11 o'clock in the evening, but when I picked it up there was no one there on the other end. This would happen a couple times a week or so. Okay, maybe just something whacky with my telephone line? Since it did not happen ALL the time, I just shrugged it off at first.
Then, for no reason that I could understand, my bed would shake while I was trying to sleep. This happened EVERY night! I was so scared all I could manage to do is freeze up and not move a muscle until it passed!
I finally decided to ask my neighbors who lived on the first and second floors if they ever experienced anything like what I had. After all, they also lived in the same house/building that I did. Neither of them had - apparently, I was the lucky one. However, the neighbor on the first floor who happened to know our landlord's family for a long time had disclosed to me that someone had hung themselves in the attic many years ago!
Other than feeling terrified for a little while, I eventually got used to "whoever' or "whatever" was making their presence know to me. Never once had I felt in any serious danger in spite of how unnerving it could be at times.
I miss that old apartment so much and I have never regretted living there - not once!
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Perfect story for today. Happy Halloween!
ReplyDeleteHAPPY HALLOWEEN, CJ!!
DeleteAurora Skye said via Facebook:
ReplyDeleteOh wow, I didn't know this! I would have been scared!
What a wonderful story for Halloween - - and it's really chilling because it's true. It's a good thing that you found out the reason the spirit was there, and fortunately it wasn't dangerously threatening. It seems like the mysterious phone calls had something to do with it.
ReplyDeleteI fully believe these paranormal incidents because it's happened to me. I'll write about my experiences in upcoming blog posts.
Thanks for sharing this.
I look forward to reading your posts, Jon! Thank you!! :-)
DeleteWhat a great story, especially for Halloween! Perfect! Of course this is right of my alley!! Did this go on for as long as you lived there? I have a scary story (which I won't take up you time here) that happened to me while working the evening shift in an old psychiatric hospital. It only happened once, and I worked there for 26 years. I still think about it. Thanks for sharing this creepy store.
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Hi John! Yes, actually it did continue up until the time I moved out, I would love to hear your story!
DeleteOK. Here goes. I was working the 3-11 shift in a psychiatric hospital. I think it was built in the 1920's. It was my last med pass. I took the meds and went down the hall to the patient's room. It was a 4-bed suite. The door was closed, and I knocked. No answer. So, I opened the door a bit and then the door immediately slammed back into my hand. Hard! It knocked the meds and water out of my hand. I think I yelled as it hurt. The nurse at the other end of the hall came flying down asking me what happened. I said...the patient in there just slammed the door on me. There was only one patient in there at the time. She said...it's not her, she's sitting up in the TV room, I just passed her. Huh? We both went in and scanned the room. No open windows (they had wire screens on). No heat or a/c on. No one under beds or in the closets. Empty room. How did a door slam so hard it was heard down a hallway? We both looked at each other and said....ghosts! Who knows, but we could never explain that one. The room was also icy cold and no place else was. Again, it was in early fall and it was rather warm out. So, that's my story. I had always heard the hospital was haunted and there had been several suicides there over the years. Thankfully, nothing ever happened again. I was always leery of that room, though
DeleteAs Samhain (in the fall) approaches, the veil between the physical world and the world of spirit thins making the chances of such phenomena even more likely. This happens only twice a year - Beltane (May Day to some) and Samhain (Halloween). I do not doubt this happened to you! Especially in a place where there was any type of violence or tragedy in the past. Thank you for sharing your story, John!
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ReplyDeleteGreat (and scary!) Story!