Strange things have been happening and I think it’s possible that I’m being visited by aliens, or our apartment is haunted. Sounds crazy, right? I know.
To get you to understand why I’ve come to the conclusion that I have, I thought it would be helpful to give you some backstory about the situation. We moved into our apartment in March of 2009, and shortly after we moved in and had everything unpacked, we noticed strange things happening:
Items would go disappearing.
When there was no wind blowing, picture frames would get knocked off of shelves.
During periods of time when the kids were gone or otherwise quietly occupied, my wife and I will occasionally hear children’s voices inside our apartment. This was after the neighborhood kids moved away, so it wasn’t outside noise coming in the windows.
One night, my wife and I were watching something on Netflix very late with our bedroom door closed. All of a sudden we heard what sounded like our son run from their bedroom, through the apartment, and into the kitchen. I got out of bed, expecting to see him getting some water or, worst case, feeling sick, only to find that nobody was in the kitchen and all of the lights were off. When I went into the kids’ room to check on them, all three of them were sound asleep, snoring away.
My wife is the first one awake in the mornings and she keeps the bathroom door closed when she showers, so that the rest of us can get a few more minutes of sleep. She was out of the shower and drying off, when she heard what she described as a man’s cough on the other side of the bathroom door. She said the voice was very deep – much deeper than my voice – and when she opened the door, nobody was there. Not too long ago, also early in the morning, she heard what sounded like a knock on the bathroom door. Again, when she opened the door, nobody was there and everyone was still asleep.
Our car’s upholstery is fabric, the kind where you can drag your finger or hand in the opposite direction than the surrounding fabric, to make an imprint. One day, my oldest and I were getting into our car when I looked down at her seat and saw, in the fabric pattern, an oddly-sized hand print. She always sat in the same seat and at the time, our younger two children were in car or booster seats, so they’d have no reason to even touch her seat in the car. It was just one hand print, going in an illogical direction (ie: not a direction that my daughter might have rested her hand for a moment) and the size was odd, too: Too small for my hand, but too large for hers.
Several months back, the building owners replaced all of the windows in all of the units in our apartment complex, and we have double-paned and pretty sound-proof windows now. Lately, my wife has been hearing noises and movement in the living room during the night and early morning hours. This happens even when the windows and doors are closed before we go to bed.
This is where things start to get really strange:
On October 21, 2014, I noticed bruises starting to appear on the underside of my wrists and the next day, I noticed that the arm hair where the bruises were had started growing back, as if they were shaved or burned off. Only nothing like that happened.
On the morning of January 11, 2005, I woke up with a vertical scratch about 3-4 inches in length on my left shoulder blade. The scratch was in a spot on my back that I can’t reach, especially at the same angle that the cut was made, so I know it wasn’t something I did in my sleep. The scratch itself was too thin to be from my wife’s fingernails and too thick to be from our cat. Not to mention, the cut was perfectly straight, painful, and took longer than usual to heal. After it was healed, a scar stayed behind.
Fast forward to Monday of this week (May 25th, 2015, Memorial Day), we had just done our laundry and since I like to hang-dry my shirts, there were three shirts hanging from the top of the door frame, surrounding the door to our bedroom. Two hangers were close together on the left side of the frame, and one hanger was hanging on the right side of the frame. It was late, around 11:30pm, my wife was fast asleep and I was still up watching Big Bang Theory in bed, when all of a sudden, the the hangers started moving, as if something big had rushed right past them, just outside of the threshold of our bedroom.
The movement went from left to right in a fluid, continuous movement. I got chills when I saw this happen because, while our bedroom windows were open, no wind was blowing and our window blinds weren’t moving at all. To make things even more real, our cat that was asleep on our bed suddenly woke up and was staring, alert into the hallway. Whatever happened wasn’t normal because it spooked our cat, too.
On Tuesday morning, May 26, 2015, I woke up feeling… odd. Normally I toss and turn a lot in my sleep. I also get very warm so I wake up to kick the blankets off of me, only to get cold later on in the night and have to wake up to pull the blankets back over me. Tuesday morning, though, I recall waking up in almost the exact same position that I last remember being in before I fell asleep. I remembered not waking up during the night, which is strange in and of itself. I also realized as the morning went on that the pain in my shoulder was in the same spot as the scar that I have from the mystery scratch from earlier this year.
My point with all of this? I’m not sure, other than to say that there’s been enough strange, unexplainable occurrences that I’m seriously starting to think that either we have a ghost (we lovingly call him “Toby,” from the Paranormal Activity movies) in the house and/or aliens are visiting us while we sleep.
I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous but seriously, what else could explain all of these strange things?