Although I don’t live there anymore, my experiences linger in the back of my head. They make me anxious to think about. I believe there was something evil, but maybe it was just curious…
I moved in with my fiancé when we found out I was pregnant, around June of 2020. I worked as a baker, and often worked 4:00AM-12:00PM shifts. My fiancé worked a lot of 6:00PM-2:00AM shifts. I spent a lot of nights alone. I’ve always been scared of the dark but this made it worse.
September, 3:45AM
I parked my car and walked to the lift. Some of the street lights were off but I had my phone light, so I didn’t mind.
I reached my home and noticed that my front door was slightly open, but my gates were still shut and locked. I thought it was weird but also not my problem. Just as I stepped out the back door, I heard the bedroom door slam shut.
I blamed the wind.
December, 3:45AM
My doorbell kept ringing but when i checked, there was no one there.
On and off, I noticed small things. Footsteps, soft tapping, things being moved around, lights that were on when I swore up and down I turned them off.
I blamed everything but what I feared.
This last experience is the longest. Afterwards, we moved out.
April, sometime starting in the morning.
My son was about a month old. My fiancé had gone back to work and I was enjoying my infant cuddles. I laid him swaddled in his crib while he slept and took a well deserved shower.
The bathroom light flickered and went out while I was in there, but the sunlight from the window was enough to continue.
I was almost done, and I was just rinsing my face when the water got so unbearably hot. I pulled back and when I opened my eyes, my shower curtain was completely open and the water was all the way on hot.
I started to get scared, and got out of the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and tried to calm down.
Almost instantly, my son started screaming. I ran to his bedroom and found his swaddle perfectly open. Not like he kicked it open, but laying in a perfect square flat on his bed. As soon as I picked him up, all of the lights in the apartment went out. None of my neighbors had this problem.
I was terrified. I quickly got dressed and got my son in his car seat. Went to my mother’s till my fiancé was off work.
We kept hearing the knocking in our last days there and spent the least amount of time there possible.
I still get anxious when I drive past the estate there.