All My Ghosts

The Apartment- October

Dates: October 1st- October 28, 2019.

Day 1, 1:45pm.

I heard footsteps that sounded like they were coming from the hall outside of my apartment.

They were so real, I went to look.

The electric company was scheduled to come today.

When I opened the door, nobody was there...

Day 2, 3:00pm.

I heard the front door to the apartment open, nobody was there.

Day 4, 6:13pm.

While having dinner, John (my fiance) and I hear footsteps in the empty apartment above us. Recording was made.

A few days after moving into my beautiful new apartment, I noticed some strange activity.

I knew the house was old, and come to find out it was build between 1830-1850 by a man named William Hamilton.

The apartment is stunning, high ceilings and old original dark wood surrounding the whole apartment.

There is even multiple fireplaces, one in my bedroom and another in the kitchen. T

he whole place is simply stunning, but the beauty did not come without its dark past.

Around 1950, the building was sold off and turned into a funeral home.

Yes, a funeral home.

It was perfectly set up to be one, and the basement was a perfect morgue.

Needless to say, the basement immediately became my least favorite spot in the building.

Tale tells that the reason the funeral home was shut down was because the bodies of the diseased were not properly taken care of.

A older man who works alongside my fiance told me that bodies were stacked up anywhere they could put them, including closets and hallways of the basement.

Currently, the basement is used for storage units and laundry, meaning my poor soul is forced to venture the cement stairs down to the old morgue.

Around mid October, 2019, I ventured down into the dark, eerie basement to do a load of laundry.

In my fear of the dark history of the basement, I called my mother on a video chat so she could keep me company while I spent my time doing laundry and not feel so alone down there.

It went smoothly, but as I was about to exit the basement, a grumble or moan sounding like a man came from down one of the hallways.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up, but I ignored it for the moment, assuming it was simply the old pipes.

Then, my mother questioned me.

"Who is talking down there?" she asked over the video call.

I paused my motion, stopping me in the doorway of the basement.

"Mom, nobody is down here. It is just me," I respond.

"I hear voices. Is there a television you can hear playing?" she asked and my heart began to pound as an innate fear began to creep into me.

It seems that she could hear voices over the video call and I could not hear a thing.

I quickly told her no, and made my way up the cement stairs, instantly deciding my fiance would have to be the laundry caretaker from now on.

Since the incident, I have not been to the basement alone.

Another strange occurrence that seems to happen in my personal apartment which would have been the funeral parlor, is doors and kitchen cupboards opening by themselves.

The first time this happened, I was in the kitchen putting dishes away.

I turned around to put dishes in a cupboard and turned my back to the sink area which also had cupboards where I store my dinner dishes.

When I turned back around, the kitchen cabinet was wide open.

I shrugged it off, thinking perhaps I forgot to shut it.

The second time, I had finished sweeping the kitchen floor and I had closed the pantry door where I keep the broom after placing it in its respected spot.

When I turned around, the door was wide open, but I had been sure I had closed it this time.

Being an older house, a few friends and I decided to do a spirit box session upstairs where I had heard the footsteps on the first nights of my fiance and I being in the apartment.

The spirit box immediately speaks a lot, which can be unusual for that type of equipment.

It soon begins to repeat "Get out" and as smart beings we do as we are asked and we left the area.

October 30: 7pm

My fiance does work around our apartment parking lot, such as raking leaves and snow shoveling.

While I was waiting for him to finish, I was speaking to my mother on FaceTime about my upcoming wedding.

While I spoke to her, I saw a human shaped shadow figure run down the stairs towards the basement.

These are a few of the strange things that are currently happening in our current apartment.

I will continue to post updates and record things when they occur.