Okay, so when I was about eight years old, we lived in this apartment that I think may have been haunted. I would have this reoccuring nightmare where I would dream that I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. On the way out of the bathroom to go back to bed, something would grab me by the ankles and try to drag me back into the bathroom. At which point I would wake up from the nightmare.
Also, when we first moved into this apartment I got to have my own room. Often times when I slept in this room I would wake up in the middle of the night to find an apparition of some sort watching me from the corner of the room. It was about four feet tall, and resembled what I can only describe as a really wrinkly, tan skinned old man. I would stare at it until I fell back asleep, too afraid to scream.
The eerie part of all this is that I had never told anyone about these experiences until maybe two years ago. My mom was telling me about some of her "ghostly" experiences in her life, so I decided to tell her my memories of living in this apartment. One of my younger brothers was in an adjacent room, not really a part of the conversation, but he overheard what I had told my mom. He rushed in all freaked out, and told us that he remembers the same things happenening to him in that apartment.
I don't know how that could be a coincidence...
Also, when we first moved into this apartment I got to have my own room. Often times when I slept in this room I would wake up in the middle of the night to find an apparition of some sort watching me from the corner of the room. It was about four feet tall, and resembled what I can only describe as a really wrinkly, tan skinned old man. I would stare at it until I fell back asleep, too afraid to scream.
The eerie part of all this is that I had never told anyone about these experiences until maybe two years ago. My mom was telling me about some of her "ghostly" experiences in her life, so I decided to tell her my memories of living in this apartment. One of my younger brothers was in an adjacent room, not really a part of the conversation, but he overheard what I had told my mom. He rushed in all freaked out, and told us that he remembers the same things happenening to him in that apartment.
I don't know how that could be a coincidence...
