The Unknown Roommate: My True Ghost Story

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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