Ghosts On Complex

My mother told me it's "just apartment life" but the daily hustle and bustles from my noisy neighbors doesn't explain the feelings and sights I've had living here at the Village. The chilling part of this short story is that every diary like entry is an actual occurance. I was present and this is my representation of what happened. It's up to you if I'm just paranoid or the wakonda is really haunted. Don't read in the dark.