Mystery Presence

From: Karla Cordova (sweetangel347@hotmail.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: apartment
Source: Form Submission

This is how it all starts. My family and I had just moved into an apartment in Canada because of my father's work. We are originally from Mexico. The apartment consisted of a kitchen near the entrance the dining room and living room linked to it by a hall and a wall. If you turned right instead of going straight from the entrance you would find yourself walking down a hall with 2 rooms on the left side, a big closet on the right side and the washroom straight ahead.

The first day we moved in I felt this pesence of somebody following me down the hall, and a breathing from behind, whenever I turned around the noice and presence would slowly faint. At night,(I had my own room, quit big, with a big closet), I would hear footsteps going back and forth, sometimes I would hear crying and sobbing from a child coming out of the closet, and other times, frozen from fear in bed I would see shadows sweeping acroos the room and out of the room, and I remember I could not scream, move, all I did was pull the sheets up to cover my face. Things would always get worse, sometimes I would also feel someone tapping my shoulder while walking down the hall, (everything mostly happened while alone or at night).

Then one day I came home from school and my parents wern't home, there was thunder and the house was dark, so I turned left to make my way to my room when at the front of my room door there stood this tall smokey white figure walking from my room into the closet across from it, I was frozen in terror, then I immediatly turned on the light and made my way to my room. I was freaked out, so scared I was shaking. Then the phone rang, it was my friend, she was also alone at her house, both ofour parents had gone out so I invited her to stay over for the night.

When she came I told her my experience, trying to sound as calm as I could be to not freak her out. She believed me because she had this thing for ghosts so as it wasn's so late we went over to the local public library and did research on that apartment where we lived, we found nothing out of the ordinary except for a fire. Back at the aprtment we saw the manager and he told us that in that fire died the parents of a small child of about 8 years of age. My parents still don't believe me but as they got tired of my complains we later moved to another apartment homes. For my friend, we still visit each other and whenever I go over to her apartment the manager lets us stay the night at my old apartment home as he is well known in both of our families, we stay there the night to see what else can happen even though we never last there past 9pm because, even though nothing happens, we fill ourselves up with fear and leave.