The House on Longshore St.

From: Adam Hope (Adoant1965)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Philadelphia, Pa.
Source: Form Submission

This incident happened in 1980, when I was 15 years old.

My sister rented an apartment that had a finished basement. In the 1960's, a couple lived on the 2nd. floor of this building. One day, the husband went crazy and strangled his wife, and then hung himself.

At first, I really liked this apartment. It was like my second home, until a couple moved into the apartment upstairs. They were cool. We hung out on weekends and even though I was only 15, I would drink beer with them.

Strange things began to happen gradually over time. Small things began to disappear, windows shaking on windless days, cold spots in different places. My sisters kitten vanished one day and we never found it, although we could here it mewing for weeks!!!!!

We were sitting around partying one day, and a noise came from the kitchen. ( my sister had beads in the doorway that you moved in order to get into or out of the kitchen.) When we looked over, the beads separated as if someone was walking through them!!!!! I was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, middle of summer, no air conditioning. I was all of a sudden, freezing cold!!!!! My brother ( Thank god he's changed his ways!) had a gun hidden in the basement. He went to get it one day and a voice from out of nowhere, demanded him to " PUT THAT GUN DOWN"!!!!! Needless to say, he did. He never went back into that basement again. For that matter, not even into the apartment.

I should have taken his advice, not to go into the basement. I was drinking a bit to much one night, and I got sick. My sister got upset ( rightly so.) She told me to go down the basement to sleep it off. Now, I know what you are probably thinking. " This guy's drunk and imagining things".

NO WAY!!!!! I staggered down into that basement not really knowing where I was. I passed out almost instantly. I woke up with a slap to my face and a voice yelling at me to quote; " GET THE F--K OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU DRUNKEN BASTARD"!!!!! I was instantly sober!!!!!

I never went back to that house again, until-------- Years later, i n 1996, I was driving a taxi cab. I didn't recognize the address at first, but for some reason, I felt uneasy about the job. I saw the address on the house when I pulled up, and my first thought was, "OH S--T"!!!!! I rang the bell ( reluctantly) and a man came to the window, looking very angry. I thought, " Great, another happy customer". A woman answered the door and got into my cab. She seamed to be upbeat and happy. I told her I was sorry for making her wait so long for a cab, and she said it was ok. I told her that the guy in the window didn't look very happy. She said, " What guy? I live alone"! I didn't have the heart to tell her my story.