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Why Did The Ghost Cross The Road?

31 Oct

To get to “The Other Side”. Ha. Just a little Halloween pun to get things rolling.

But, seriously:

In early September, we discovered that our doorbell wasn’t working. A Verizon installation guy had been ringing and ringing and finally gave me a call to come let him in. After he left, I tested the doorbell again. Nothing. Hallelujah. I hate that thing.

Being a good tenant, I let my landlord know and she said it probably needs a new battery (doorbells are powered by batteries?!?). I told her I would fix it…but I obviously never did. That doorbell is an unnecessary evil.

A few nights ago, my boyfriend and I were watching TV when he blurted out: “Oh! I forgot to tell you. Right after I got home this afternoon, the doorbell rang. I went downstairs, but no one was there.”

“Huh. That’s weird,” I said. “I thought the doorbell was broken.”

“It is,” he replied. “I tested it when I was down there and it doesn’t work.”

And then all the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I got a pit in my stomach.

“So…it rang…even though it doesn’t work?”

“Yup. Was it the ghost?”

At this point I had to tell him to stop talking about it because I was too freaked out. I asked him later that night if he was telling the truth, and then again the next day. He was.

Apparently, while I had told him about the ghost in the apartment before he moved in, I hadn’t told him the doorbell story. He couldn’t have tried to scare me on purpose with the doorbell because HE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT IT. And, the facts that he 1. TOOK THE SAW OUT OF THE ATTIC AND USED IT TO SAW WOOD and 2. was dream talking the other night and told me to “be careful out there; they’re watching you” make this story a whole lot creepier.

I wish he hadn’t told me while we were watching American Horror Story.

Happy Halloween!

Song of the Day: Thriller by Michael Jackson. Just because.

The Ghost Part 3

26 Jul

Here are some of the happenings that have gone on in my apartment since the last Ghost Post:

I gathered up my courage one day and went to check out the saw in the attic, which my former roommate, H,  also had no recollection of. It’s pretty old and in bad shape.  Despite the suggestions of my mom and H, I haven’t moved the saw.

H also reminded me of the sheet music we found up there, which I had squirreled away in my desk and located when I did a huge clean up/out of my room. It’s really old- falling apart old-and is dated 1922. which is before the house was built, so someone moved in with it at some point. I think it’s Christmas music, but I can’t remember the song. I also found some old layaway/store credit tickets from a department store in Boston that I didn’t recognize the name of. I have all that stuff saved in a folder now.

In the basement, there’s a stack of old home inspection slips nailed to a post going back to 1961 which show that the house had the same owner (either James Shea or Shea James- it’s unclear) from 1961 to at least 1997, which is pretty cool. A Google search of the name(s) and the address have yielded nothing, though.

Ok, none of this has been about the ghost- I just think it’s neat. Moving on…

I’ve been hearing stuff moving around in the attic at night fairly frequently. It’s not every night, and it doesn’t last long, but there are definite thumps and creaks and what sometimes sounds like boxes sliding around. I guess it could be the wind or the house settling, but it still makes me jump every time.

The ghost has also figured out how to open candles. I’ve found two different candles in two different rooms open on two different occasions, and I KNOW no one had been using them. I keep the jars closed when they’re not lit. At least he (I feel like it’s a “he”) hasn’t figured out how to use matches and actually light them. That could be dangerous! I’ll have to teach the ghost about fire safety if it ever comes to that.

Two nights ago, my boyfriend woke up because he thought the ghost had hit him. It turned out that I had hit him (I was having a dream in which I hit someone and must have actually spazzed out and slapped his arm in my sleep), but he was still pretty freaked out and couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. In the morning, he told me he had been hearing bells (like hand bells) ringing right above his head, loudly. I hadn’t heard these bells, nor have I ever, but I don’t think he’d make that up.

Plus, we all know how much the ghost likes bells. Ugh.

Song of the Day: Drumming Song by Florence + The Machine

A Ghostly Update

25 Apr

A few odd things have happened around my house since the first ghost post. Ha. Ghost Post. That rhymed!

I have an alarm clock/sound machine combo that I keep on my nightstand. I used to listen to “waterfall” as I was falling asleep each night. It was delightful. Now, it’s terrifying. A month or two ago, around 3:00 am, my sound machine started emitting crazy staticky noises, which it had NEVER done before. It was LOUD. Both my boyfriend and I woke up, startled out of sleep. I hustled to turn it off as he commented “Are you trying to phone home?” I then could not stop thinking that some alien was trying to communicate with me and was too scared to sleep and I’ve been too scared to turn the sound machine on since.

Rachel and Lincoln came to visit for my birthday in March, which was lovely, except it involved day drinking and, because we are old, we were exhausted and ready for bed at 10:30 pm. I left them in the front room and was brushing my teeth when Rachel knocked on the bathroom door to ask if I had just tapped on their door. I had not. She said that she and Lincoln had been sitting in the room when the doorknob started rattling as if someone was trying to get into the room. It happened a few times. When they got up to presumably let me in, no one was there. Spooky.

Note: My apartment can be draughty. I know that. The front door to the apartment sometimes opens when the door to the building opens. The door to the attic sometimes opens when I open or shut my bedroom door. But I know that the doorknob to this particular room is secured very well in the door frame- we had to do some construction on that door when I first moved in.

A few weeks ago, I heard the door to the apartment open and figured it was a draught (see above).  (I am apparently feeling somewhat British today. I much prefer “draught” to “draft”.) I went over, shut the door firmly, and jiggled the handle to make sure the door was properly latched. A few minutes later, I heard the door open again and heard footsteps walk across the living room and then stop. I figured my roommate was home, but upon checking, I discovered that her car was not in the driveway. Then I spazzed out. I grabbed something heavy (I think it was a glass paperweight) and creeped into the living room, convinced that someone had walked into my house. No one was there. I spent the rest of the evening thoroughly freaked out.

(I’m not sure what I was going to do with the paperweight. Possibly chuck it at the intruder’s head? That wouldn’t have gone well, I’m sure. I have terrible aim. I (half-jokingly) asked my parents to buy me a hatchet last weekend so I would have some sort of weapon on hand to attack the ghost. Attacking the ghost is probably not the best plan, but the hatchet would probably come in handy during the zombie apocalypse.)

Oh, my gosh, THE SAW!!!! I keep forgetting to mention the saw!!!! So, I’ve lived in my apartment since October of 2008. That’s a fair chunk of time. I’ve been in the attic countless times. I’ve EXPLORED the attic thoroughly several times. On one of my most recent trips up there, I noticed a saw hanging on nail in the wall. I’m 97% sure it wasn’t there before. I think I would remember a saw. My mom thinks I should move it and see if it shows up again, but I’m not sure I want to make the ghost angry. I mean, it’s capable of moving a SAW.

Also, my doorbell rang on Monday. No one was there. It rang again at 11:00 last night, but I couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed and check the front stoop this time.

Song of the Day: I’m Not Calling You A Liar by Florence + the Machine

I Have A Ghost

25 Oct

I recently wrote a post about my doorbell. What I left out of that post is the ghost who likes to ring said doorbell.

Yup. Ghost. I think I have a ghost.

When I first moved into my apartment, our doorbell used to ring quite frequently- and no one would be at the door. No one would be walking (or running) away from our apartment. No one would be driving away.  No one would be entering the apartment downstairs- in fact, no one even lived in the first floor apartment.

The first time it happened, I didn’t really think much of it. Then it happened again. And then it happened to my roommate. And then it happened to a friend who was visiting and volunteered to answer the door when the bell rang. We all thought it was a little eerie.

Around the time this was happening, I lived with a roommate who had a dog. Now, keep in mind that this dog is a little special (in an eat a block of sandpaper/poop/earthworms kind of way- love you, Miss Molly!), so this might not mean much- but she used to sit and stare at the wall, very intently, as if she were looking at a person or a treat. Sometimes her eyes would move like she was watching something move around. There was never anything there, not even a tiny bug. Sometimes she’d bark at whatever it was.

Then, the phantom doorbell ringer disappeared for a few years. Nothing out of the ordinary happened in the apartment- up until a few weeks ago, when the doorbell rang one afternoon. I was home alone. I went down to answer the door, and you can guess who was there. No one.

And then I started to get weird feelings and seeing things out of the corner of my eyes. I’d walk into a room and the hair on the back of my neck would stand up or I’d see a shadow dart from one side of the room to another. It happens 2-3 times a week and it totally creeps me out, if I let it.

The door to the attic is in my bedroom- it’s a full-sized door that opens to a set of very steep stairs. Recently, I woke up one morning, rolled over, and noticed that the outline of the door was very bright. I got up, opened the door, and saw that the attic light was on. I hadn’t been in the attic for weeks. I’m very careful about turning the light out when I shut the door, and, if I had left the light on for weeks, I certainly would have noticed it sooner.  I asked my roommate about it later that day, and she hadn’t been in the attic either.

It seems that my ghost is getting bolder (and wasting electricity). I just hope it stays a friendly trickster and not some evil spirit who starts tormenting me. I also hope it read my post about how much I HATE the doorbell. Stop ringing the doorbell, ghost.

Song of the Day: Only If For A Night by Florence + The Machine