I recently moved to a new city two months ago for work. The place is okay, I have loud neighbors who run down the halls and slam doors all the time, a few kids who scream in the hallways while they play.
Last week I went home to visit family for a few days and came back Wednesday to see these fuckers on all the doors. No biggie, I'm sure you've gotten these before just some ad for some local event that I won't go to.
Today, I noticed something odd. These fuckers fall when you open the door. It's been a whole week and every single door in my apartment complex still has these on them.
I haven't actually seen any of my neighbors. I just hear them run, scream, and slam doors. And have heard them do this this entire week.
It's a newish complex downtown that's fairly well maintained. It just is starting to feel a creepy.
Should I break my lease and get the fuck out?
The flier? I got one on my door, my apartment is literally the only one that doesn't have a flier on it.
The event is some local family friendly BBQ or something. I hate kids and not too interested.
It could be possible if they were leaving and putting it back. But putting it back when going into your apartment? Kinda difficult for such a minor thing.
Most people just trash em.
Pretty sure my floor exists, it has an elevator button and everything. I'm on the top floor, the only thing above me is attic space and roof.
I've been here for two months, had guests come here, it's locked down pretty good but residents have keys to the building.
Im sure u live in a shithole.... kids running around screaming. Im sue all yer neighbors think that its an eviction notice & r pretending they didnt get it.
by moving out youll be validating thier paranoia. Just put it back in the door.
Op leave, now, I'm not kidding I've been in the same situation but i had a friend living with me, the exact same situation you're in but in Cyprus, get the fuck out OP it's going to get alot worse I'm not even kidding my eyes are watering as i type this i will actually explain but once you go, just make sure you do it without acting strange
I can actually legit confirm similar events, except I live in Sydney, Australia, in the apartment above mine. I'd always assumed someone lived there, at 0630 every morning I would hear their front door open (it's squeaky as hell) and at 1730 every night I'd hear it again, then as follows -
>Playing music once, semi loud
>Tapping on the floor above, coming through the roof, not to the beat, just a whole bunch of fast taps on the floor
>Pause the music, tapping stops
>Start the music, 10 seconds later the tapping starts again
>Figure i'm annoying whoever it is, maybe they're working a night shift, turn the music off
>hour later, sounds like a marble rolling off a table and hitting the floor
>happens once every five minutes
>extremely clear through the roof, must be right above me
>whatever, they're obviously up, turn music on again
>tapping starts again
>ignore it, it gets louder
>pause music again, it stops, then starts again
>decide to go up and apologies and just scope out if I was annoying them or not, it's just one flight up
>knock on the door, no answer
>knock again, wait
>not in the mood for this, go back downstairs
cont - typing this up right now, so it may be relatively slow, this all is legitimate too btw, idk if this threads a setup, but this did happen
I'm this guy
This is a group of beings, i don't mean that in a faggot /x/ tarot card reading kind of way, i mean what you're dealing with is a group of things, and they are pure evil and absolutely terrifying on a different level
Just thinking about what i went through at my old place still gives me goosebumps.. I began to notice that i was actually alone but then remember they would appear in the background when i was busy, to make everything seem casual and less weird, maybe an old man on a bench or a child running in the distance, they only showed up when they knew i wouldn't focus my attention on them, DO NOT FOCUS YOUR ATTENTION ON THEM, if they know you're onto them I don't know what they'll do, but they're Fucking creepy beyond anything I've ever been through
>A week or so of the constant tapping every time I tried to play sound or music during the day
>Assume it's a kid, or someone there works a night shift, as I hear someone leave every morning at 0630
>Try multiple times to contact the person above
>Sick of it, eventually decide to wait in the stairwell to just get who-ever it is on their way down
>Waiting in the stairs at 0630, dead on whenever the person leaves
>Door doesn't open. Wait 45 minutes before just going back inside
>Try again the next day, same results
>Entire week of waiting in the stairwell every morning, the person doesn't leave, it's like they know I'm waiting
>Tapping and banging still going on
>Completely sick of it, unable to listen to music or watch movies anymore, multiple friends hear and confirm it's not just in my head
>get drunk one night, start yelling at my roof with my friends, calling who ever it was a faggot, play porn really loud, tapping continues
>life goes on
>Write a note up oneday, slip it in their door, there's no way it can miss it, just wrote something like "Hey man, apartment F303 below you, just curious if you could get in contact with me regarding noise from above, and if I'm making too much noise below"
>Hear them going to work every morning that week
>Go up on the Friday to try to knock again - note is still sitting in the door, just like as pictured in OP's image, unopened
>leave the note, just go back downstairs
Nothing else extreme happened, it's not one of those stories.
I just ended up moving into our spare room, and my room mate and I used my old room as the new spare room. Tapping only happened in the old room.
Moved out about a year ago, but my old room mate is still there, the room is still used as a spare, if I go back anytime soon I'll go check if the note is still there and take a photo for proof.
Idk if it was just some hectic agoraphobic that didn't know how to tell me to turn my stuff down, but it was still spooky as
Nothing happened but my roommate was the one who called me and told me about it, he said pack our stuff and leave
I did, and left that night, walking down the corridor/staircase about 30m away from the door a flat door opens to which i hear someone call my name and say something else i never figured out
I didn't even turn around, bolted out the door and ended up falling down the stairs outside falling over my suitcase
I've driven past there a few times but nobody lives there anymore
noone actually lived there to begin with
WHY AINT DIS SHIT HEADLINED WITH A WARNING????? OMG! daaasss me bby!@
OP I might have a simple explanation. I lived at an apartment complex that would get flyers like this put on the door about once a week from some club promoter or something. It was usually the same flyer over and over again. So sometimes I would just be lazy and keep putting the previous week's flyer back on my door because I didn't feel like throwing it away or getting another flyer posted on my door that would just have to be thrown away later. Maybe this is what's happening and you're just busy and haven't seen your neighbors yet. It is strange though that you haven't seen anyone else yet though.
I hear them but never see them. I never noticed this until this week. I mean there are a few explanations that can make this make sense. But this isn't exactly a small complex, there is one elevator and one stairwell for this entire floor, I walked down and counted all the doors, there are over 52 apartments on this floor, and mine is the only one without that flier sticking in it.
I mean, it could all just be a coincidence. But if there was some guy replacing the fliers then I assume there would be a new one on my door as well.
I actually started to hear something new tonight. I heard what sounded like someone stomping down the entire hall. My bedroom wall is against the hall so I can hear into it fairly well. When the stomping approached my door to pass it I looked through my peephole to find it was covered.
I kinda kept my door locked as I am starting to feel like I'm freaking myself out here.
>when the stomping approached my door to pass it I looked through my peephole to find it was covered
The noise and kids are probably from other neighbors in the building. I'd bet YOUR floor is entirely empty of tenants except for you.
My aunt lives in a building (much smaller...I think there's 4 or 6 apts per floor) and she's the only one on her floor. There's some woman with kids on the lower floor - the only one on that level. Building has only two floors, so 2 occupied apts out of 8 or 12.
Those kids ran around, yelled, left the main door open, and caused absolute mayhem until they finally grew up.
OP when u hear the kids open ur door to see if they are there and walk down stars and ask if they hear them? also try taking the fliyers out of 2 or 3 of the doors and see if they get replaced? but if in dout gtfo
>When the stomping approached my door to pass it I looked through my peephole to find it was covered
Considered hiding a camera in the hallway during the time this stuff usually happens? Are the fliers still there? And more pictures of the hallway?
I assume you still live at home.
Nobody, let alone a whole floor, would do this. I get these fuckin things every damn day and toss em in the trash. I regularly use them to see who is home on my floor, and in fact when the same flier was in my elderly greek neighbors door for over a week, my fiancee and I were concerned that he had died. Imagine our relief when he returned from visiting his kids.
How long have they been there OP? Could it just be that none of the other units on your floor are sold?
This. You are alone up there for now, but people from other floors go up there sometimes for whatever reason, if it's kids they are just running about being kids.
Now the thing about your peephole being covered might be someone fucking with you. Maybe some older kids out smoking (I say this due to it being desolate where you are up there and they dont' wanna get caught) and fucking around at night, and they figure your building has a person in it since it's the only one with no paper. So one signals his friend to cover the peep hole and stomps around loudly, they hope you are up and notice. People fuck around all the time thinking it's hilarious when it's not.
If you have a gun, whip open the door with it behind your back and see what's what. If they are just teens just smile at them and laugh it off, tell them they kinda freaked you out for a sec being all alone up there, then as you close your door show your gun, not menacingly just like you thought they weren't looking at you anymore or something and you are going back to bed. If they fuck with you more at least you know it's them and not the ghosties.
You said that your apartment complex is fairly new. So, it wouldn't be too hard to believe that you probably ARE the only one on your floor. Parents from the other floors are sending their kids up on your floor to play around because they think nobody lives up there. Find one of the kids, tell them to play somewhere else, and I bet you'd stop hearing this spooky stuff, OP.
Don't freak yourself out. The human mind has a very strange way of turning fear into a "reality" when you add a large amount of paranoia and anxiety.
This could be part of the case, I have seen people in the entryway on the 1st floor, I have seen people get on and off on the 1st and 2nd floors, but absolutely never on the 3rd floor.
See, the thing is, the 3rd floor has an extra lock to get into the hallway. It is weird as the other two floors don't have it, but when i was renting the place the leasing agent said it was for 'Extra Security' So only tenants entering or leaving the 3rd floor could get in.
So I mean, kids COULD get access to the 3rd floor if either: They slipped in and out when someone else came through. Or they stole an extra key from the leasing office.
yes, they are all still in the doors in the several days since I made this thread.
I guess i could take pictures of each of the doors.. I'm not terribly sure what it will prove though.
In the last few days I don't know if something has changed, or if I'm just noticing it now, but i've been hearing kids every single time i go in or out of my apartment. I was coming home last night and I heard someone walking behind me, sounded like a woman in high heels. I was kind of releived at first because, fuck, i see one person up here and this paranoia about this can fucking go away, also if i have a female neighbor i could want to introduce myself. But when I glance over my shoulder the walking fucking stops and there isn't anyone there.
op you never made it to your new place.... you died on the way this is your hell...
go outside your apartment right now and yell IM NOT AFRAID OF YOU!
Tonight I get home from work and it's gotten worse, I absolutely think something knows I'm aware of what's going on.
I hear whispers in the hallway now. Constantly, i try to hum or make noise when im in the hallway to keep myself from listening too much. They started this morning when I was walking to the elevator to head to work and stopped, closed my eyes, and tried to listen hard to convince myself this was just my imagination. I could hear talking in the rooms, the doors all still have the papers on them, but if i approach a wall i can hear arguing or talking inside. if i'm not near a room i hear whispering and muttering in the hallway.
I have noticed one more oddity, when I open my apartment door, the whispering, the sounds, everything stops dead. It goes completely quiet. As soon as i either enter or leave it starts again.
I also talked to my leasing agent today about breaking my lease, apparently since i'm in an expensive part of Seattle breaking my lease is going to cost me a fuckton, my apartment is already pretty expensive and i'm looking at about 2-3 months pay to save up enough to break it without going homeless or losing my job. I'm kinda stuck here for the next few months.
If people want more 'proof' i can do it, I just don't personally see the point, I've been down that road before trying to prove things to people on the internet. It's an endless cycle of 'Well, he did everything I asked, but he could have still staged it.. so now i'll need this.'
So I guess believe me or ignore me.
actually at first I thought you were asking me to record the pieces of paper which is kinda retarded, but if you're talking about recording the voices that might work. I'll throw on some pants and give it a shot. where should i upload the recording?
I'm planning to move back to seattle within the next year. Whereabouts do you live? I would love soom spooky stuff. I lived at the addison and, even though it was an old ass building that used to be a hotel, I never got spooked. Sometimes niggers would come to my floor all drunk and shit at three in the morning and start yelling, but that was it.
shit, i could do that, but if this is just me being either insane or super paranoid then my shit is gonna get stolen immediately.
If i feel my life is in danger and that It's not just me going insane then I may call a crusade, but I haven't crossed out 'I'm hearing shit and bat shit crazy' quite yet.
>you won't even know if someone took it bcuz it's mysteriously disappeared under mysterious circumstances
I wouldn't even chance trying something like this on account if it did vanish I'd just freak out more.
You should just go ham and break a door down. It's either you're crazy and that'll get you the help you need or you'll stumble upon whatever eldritch horrors are occupying your building and hopefully survive and report back to us.
ask the leasing agent or someone who would know if any of the rooms are occupied?
i mean if it turns out they're unnocupied then
a) visit your health-care professional
b) get a loan or something to nope the fuck outta there
Look into your states renters rights/laws. Many states allow you to break a lease with no financial penalty. It'd be a hit on your credit and you'd have a shit referral from your current landlord but that'd be it.
The threat of a deposit being forfeited or a fine is usually a empty threat. They use it as a way to scare you into honoring your lease or figure you'll never fight "it".
Also, that's for simply being a shit and breaking your lease with no cause. If you fear for your safety(whether it be real or in your head) the parent company/landlord can't say "tough shit" and force you stay.
I don't know, I live in LA and California has freakishly forgiving and lax rental policies. Shit, they can't even evict you for up to six months of non-payment let alone for a justifiable reason. Which you have, it doesn't need to be the boogeyman or boogeymen, you don't feel safe in your complex common areas and are inundated by noises day and night.
I skimmed Seattles renters law and; you are encouraged to give them 20 days notice, there are no additional monetary penalties for breaking your lease, they can't keep your deposit - though may deduct from it for cleaning fees... other inane shit, they have to provide proof actual charges & services were done at a competitive rate & were actually necessary - and while they can charge you for the remaining months of the lease they have to make a "good faith effort" to rent the apartment and if they fail then they can actually charge you those remaining months.
You wouldn't be in financial ruin if you just got up and left right now.
It goes contract to contract. But the over-arching laws WA has means you got fucked and they were banking on you not fighting it or calling them on their made up terms.
It's common, first time I ever had to break a lease I felt like I was 10, being scolded and worried I'd get into big people trouble if I didn't do exactly what they said. So, I did.
Won't ever let that happen again. I've fought other landlords myself but when push came to shove I just lawyered up and they tucked tail.
ok show us they flyers? thats pretty much what everyone is saying just take a picture of your hallway how fuckin hard is that you took one of you door?
you sound just like that faggot who said he had a 'hobo on his property'.
/x/ is so full of bullshit people don't even TRY to be believable it's like you have everything already done and if anyone asks for extra it's 'ahaha believe me or fuck off '
>how bout you fuck off, sir?
in fact the only shred of proof you provide is a door with a blank sheet of paper??
anyone else who posts in this thread is just as dumb. It's like i could post a picture of my asshole,put a ghost sticker on my taint,say it's haunted and get tons of anons going OMG CREEPY WOW . NO PROOF? THAT'S FINE.
Okay just finished reading everything in this thread because it's fucking terrifying to me. And I love that shit.
OP your recording of the hallway gives me goosebumps like crazy. I am a really curious person though so I'd have done some experiments by now.
Like some Anon said, drop a few dollars on the floor and see if they get picked up.
Ask your landlord if there are other people living on your floor.
Take a picture of the flyer and post it, it helps us to immerse ourselves better into your story and it proves that you story might be real.
Does your door have a peephole? Can you set up a camera so that it records audio and video through that hole? If there is a chance of clarifying things with this method, I'd try it.
Pull out other flyers on the floor and see if there are new ones the next day or so.
Tell me, how did the flyers get there in the first place? You said, that the door to the 3rd floor can only be opened by you or other people living there. Since there are no others did you see someone put the flyers there? If your story is made up this is quite a plothole and you just got busted. I still love you story though. Otherwise it's just getting creepier and creepier.
Can you put something like a piece of fishing line or tape on the door to the 3rd floor, so that you can see that it has been opened not by you, but by other "beings"?
Forgot if you mentioned it, but did you have friends over and confirm the noises etc?
Show your future recording of the camera or the one you just made here to you landlord and demand answers, or ask him if there were people living in your apartment before you and why there is no one else in the other apartments. Ask him if he ever saw or heard something weird around these apartments because your recording is proof of something weird going on.
I'm no expert on this stuff I'm far from religious (agnostic atheist here) but in movies they put crosses everywhere and stuff, would that have any effect on evil spirits?
If this is all true, then my leasing agents are lying shitholes, they told me I would take huge hits on my credit, forfeit my deposit, and pay for an additional months rent after i leave with some other bullshit.
I did ask them if there were other tenants, they kind gave me a look like I was a retard and told me that of course there were other tenants in the building.
Picture of the hallway wont show shit, the doors are indented into the wall like a foot, i took one right now and attached it of the hallway where i hear the most noise. The wall on the immediate left before the window is the one shared with my bedroom. at the far end of the hall in the picture are the storage closets i can rent and it then leads to the elevator and stairs.
- I am not too curious, i always thought I was a curious person but I kind of find myself struggling to want to look into this more. I kind of wish I could just go back to not noticing.
- I guess I could drop a dollar or two or something
- I can grab a flier and post it, I will want to blank out any information that may reveal where I am. if i've learned one thing from the internet it's to not post my address on 4chan.
- my door does have a peep hole, but the only camera I have is my phone (nexus 5 16gb) which isn't going to last very long and i need it with me when i leave for work. I could do it overnight i guess, but not sure how i could rig it to my door to work.
- I could pull out the fliers, if new ones appear or not i don't think it makes much difference, the fliers aren't the thing that creeping me the fuck out, they just brought to my attention i have no neighbors and have been hearing shit.
- I think they were put there by the leasing office, if not then I have no idea how they got onto the floor. That is a good point though, if it wasn't the leasing office then they wouldn't have been able to get to my floor as it is locked down.
- I have had friends over right after I moved in, but I haven't had anyone come over since i started noticing the noises. I just moved here, all my buddies are down in Portland still, I can either bribe one to come up here, or probably see if I can get my buddy coworker to come check it out.
I used to live in a shitty complex in mexico and i used to have a similar experience. I asked around since mexico is a very occult place and that marble rolling off a table onto the floor sound is something to do with witchcraft.
Though your experience sounds less spoopy than mine.
Not only was i hearing the marble and tapping, i was hearing some crazy fucking chants in a language i have never heard.
Get the fuck out of there anon
I'm this guy >>15102259
Out of fear I assume. It's okay. I mean, I can talk big here but if this actually happens to me I would probably shit my pants and won't do anything about, so I can understand that.
Sure blank out whatever you want. I wouldn't post information revealing anything about me on 4chan as well, you're right with that.
The camera thing might only work in movies. I don't really know how to set up something like this either. I do know that these go pro cameras are somewhat small and easy to tape to surfaces, though. But you might end up spending more money than needed so this option kinda sucks.
Okay well I guess we won't find out who put the flyers there and it might not even matter. Maybe your leasing office was asked tp put them there so it's allright.
If you were my buddy and you told me to check out your haunted floor I'd instantly say yes and get my stuff. But I guess normal people could think this is crazy. Might help, though. There's still the possibility that you're really the only one living there and that the sounds you hear are echoes from the floors below you, who knows. There might be a really simple and silly solution for all of this. Well, hope you make it through the night okay and don't stress out too much.
Got home from work tonight, I've been picking up extra hours for the juicy overtime hours to pad my paychecks, but also because i just don't want to be at home.
Tonight felt different, Just as how i went about my first two months here never noticing what was happening, i think it never really noticed me, or bothered with me that much, it was as if i was just living near whatever this is. Tonight made me feel that i was no longer just an occupant of it's floor, but the focus of it's attention.
The moment I used my key to get into the floor i felt breathing down my neck. I didn't hear breathing, it was dead quiet the entire walk down the hall to my apartment. This is the first time since noticing the noises that i have not heard something in the hall. My own footsteps felt muted.
It was a breath on my neck, as if someone was standing directly to my right the entire time I walked down the hall. No noise or anything of moving air, just hot air blasting my neck every other step.
It smelled like a wet dog, but with a dusty kind of texture. it wasn't very strong though just enough to be noticeable.
The moment I entered my apartment it stopped and the smell went away. I'm starting to think there is something about my apartment itself that is keeping them out. I have only ever heard things outside of the apartment in the hall and in other units. Inside my own I have experienced nothing other than hearing shit through the wall once in awhile.
I can't tell if I'm actually safe in my apartment, or if it just wants me to feel safe.
I lived in an apartment just like yours. Had the same freaky shit happen. I did the flour on the floor like that other anon suggested. 3 months. 3 months that flour sat in front of every fucking door completely undisturbed. Move out and do it now. It's going to get alot weirder if you don't.
Have similar apartment story except i knew most ppl from complex....lived there for a while and about 2 months in me and ex gf started to notice insane screaming coming nightly from across the hall...wtf this woman is bat shit lol. one day be sitting watching tv around midnight here her going exorcist mode and decide to write some of the shit she is screaming down....go for about 10 min get scared turn up tv and nope the fuck out for rest of time i live there
she would scream at the top of her lungs arguing with someone who didnt reply...would carry on half the night shit would bang around it was crazy. The one night we were going to go check on her we open the door and there is a solid line of chopped onions at our door and the screaming across the hall sounds like its right at the door. Needless to say we didnt stick around that place to long...I really wish I still had the paper I wrote all that shit down on. Still to this day whenever I think about that place I get freaked the fuck out.
Dude no idea...wtf was the first thing that came to my mind also. I met this woman several times in the daytime and she seemed normal...pretty kinda shy....but at night! I have never heard something I could call evil but that shit was fucking evil.
Dont remember all of what I wrote down that night but I do remember the bit that stuck out the most...."You want to fuck her and not me!? Do I get to fuck him? (silence except some shit banging around in background)....and after do we save them!?
I lived under Asians with no furniture of any kind in their apartment and constantly heard the same marble sound as well as their toilet seat slamming every Saturday at roughly 2 am, lasting an hour, followed by cheering. If witchcraft I'm spooped. My roommate dated an annoying girl who claimed to be a Wiccan and sat outside our apartment for weeks after he broke up with her.
Not dead, just exhausted. I've been working 12 hour shifts.
The adrenaline kept me awake for an hour but I eventually crashed around 3:30am
some people just deal with mental issues
there's this lady who comes into my coffee shop and she constantly has her hand holding her hat on top of her head.
she's been doing this for awhile, her hand is disfigured like those who are in a wheelchair who constantly use the joystick to move.
anyways she would talk to herself, there must of been an incident in her life but she was talking to a police officer in her head and another time she would say "I am not speaking to you" and it seems she would get louder saying "get your hands off my neck, go away from me" she says this while I'm sweeping around her, I stayed a but longer than normal to hear her and to see if she's attack me for the lolz
anyways, there's a few other fellows they just argue to themselves, my guess is the demonic shit is just all I'm their head. they got some strange sickness, I've seen some odd shit, the onions being chopped up may just be a tick they do... like when people move one part of their faces when listening to conflicting information.
i call bullshit on your story OP, unless you can answer this simple question
you said your floor has an extra lock to get into the hallway and only tenants have keys to this lock, so how in the everloving fuck can someone put flyers on the doors? if they shouldn't be able to get past this gate, door or whatever
I have heard of this, but only once. An old lady would leave chopped onions around the house to keep it germ free. She had also put them at entrance points (windows and doors) for protection (again whether from germs or something else I don't know).
Given onions and garlic are both from the allium genus, maybe there is some old folklore out there about onions protecting people like garlic.
ok, I listened to this and it's nothing spooky. I live in a house with my grandparents. If I'm in my room with the door closed and place my ear to the crack I can hear the same weird constant drone. I can also here small sounds of whatever they are doing..ie dropping or moving something, coughing or talking, etc. Every sound seems magnified by the crack compared to the door being open for some reason.
I would say you have a minor mental infraction that is undiagnosed. I might have missed a post by you, have you had a friend or family member over and have they heard the same weird things?
>If you have a gun, whip open the door with it behind your back and see what's what. If they are just teens just smile at them and laugh it off, tell them they kinda freaked you out for a sec being all alone up there, then as you close your door show your gun, not menacingly just like you thought they weren't looking at you anymore or something
you are insane
OP do you still hear the children and stuff? Do you still get the feeling of someone breathing down you neck? Are the flyers still there? Have you been to the BBQ? Are you still alive?
OP here, not dead, finally got my phone working. A couple of things happened in the last 48 hours that made it hard to post and updating 4chan hasn't been my first priority. when I have access to a computer I'll type it up.
That shirt/jacket is looking pretty new.
Also people wondering how outsiders might have gotten into the building:
I've lived in 8 different apartment buildings and most have their main door locked 24/7 or just during nights (like 10pm to 6am). Couple buildings had a phone next to the door and list of apartments. You can press the button of the apartment you want to contact and when you press the button a buzzer sounds in the persons apartment and when the person picks up the door phone he or she can talk to the person outside pressing the button. When he or she presses a button on the phone a buzzer sounds and the main door unlocks so person outside can get in. One apartment building even had a camera and you could see from your TV who you were talking to.
Sometimes people not living there buzzed me. Here is a list of people who asked me to buzz them in:
-two police officers
-people passing out flyers
-people selling things door to door
Sometimes people who go outside for smoke unlock the doors manually so they stay open because they go outside for smokes alot and don't want to keep opening the door with their keys. Of course this is forbidden but can be done in all the apartment buildings here (it's handy when you are moving stuff).
Even in my current apartment which is build 2003 and is considered pretty new and well maintained I've come home to find out that the main door has been wedged open. Maybe people living in the first floor wanted to make the air circulate better during this hot summer?
The first building I ever lived in had a janitor's "office". A small room in the basement and a mail box next to it. I once managed to fish out a bunch of keys in a janitor's key ring with a metal coat hanger from there. It had keys to every room and place in that apartment building I shit you not. Even the utility key for every apartment there. I know because I tested it and opened my own apartment door with it. I even found a pool and sauna area from the basement which I didn't know even existed. And it was a pretty damn big pool too.
Also I have to add this:
I used to live in Turku, Finland (Europe). I worked for Turku city as part time home nursing aid. They hired me just by me walking into their recruiting office when my cousin who was working there at the time recommended that I should join since I was out of work. We got bunch of keys and instructions what to do and got sent off alone to visit old people still living in their homes. We were supposed to do small cleaning, washing them (giving them baths), laundry and warm up food and make sure they take their medicine. Once I had a problem which I cannot clearly remember. It was some problem that some old person was living in an apartment building but I couldn't access there because he didn't want to give us the key for his home (in that case we had to knock) but the apartment building's main door was now locked and they had installed a key pad (very common) there. So nobody knew what to do. The old person didn't answer his or hers (cannot remember) phone and I couldn't access the apartment building because I didn't have a key and we didn't know the key pad number. Then the weird thing happened and not many people believe this story (I will come to this later but I've proved them wrong).
This old female worker there gave me a "utility key pad number" and she told me to try that but she said that not tell anybody about that and it's a key pad code that will open most doors to apartment buildings here. So I went and tried it and it worked. I had never ever heard anything about that sort of code and neither had any other workers but they didn't pay attention to our conversation. So I tried it to every apartment building I went the next day and it opened them all. It works in 4/5 cases in the whole city of 178 000 people. It's a 4 digit code you enter to a key pad and it opens the apartment building's main door. Some key pads had digits from 0 to 9 and numbers A and B. If the code didn't work I tried hitting the A button and usually it worked then.
So I told about this to my cousin and couple of closest friends and none believed it but I proved them all by opening different doors with that code. I once had to call the cops (another story) and even the cops didn't have access to that apartment building so I opened the door for them. So I assume not even the police is aware of this said code (at least not all).
This last 48 hours have been intense.
To preface, i work, i've been picking up hours, I normally work 5pm to 1:30am at this job but have been taking the plentiful amount of overtime available this week so i'm working maybe an additional 3-4 hours a day before my shift starts just to get out of the apartment.
My phone died while I was at work, ran out of battery, kinda shitty but not that big of a deal. I get home and press my floor on the elevator from the garage, it freaks out a little when i try to do so as it can't seem to accept my key for my floor. I keep at this for awhile and eventually it seems like it takes it, the light doesn't come on but the elevator starts moving. But it stops on the floor right below mine instead, the doors open and despite pressing my floor a few more times i get frustrated and just exit on this floor and take the stairs to my floor.
Now, these stairs are fucking creepy on their own. They smell like piss and the lights are shit. I moved up to my floor, used my key and entered to find all of the hall-lights completely dark like the power went out. I stumble around the dark a little, the normal noises are back as well as the breathing. It being pitch fucking black except for the one window in the middle of the hallway has me nearly shitting my pants.
I manage to get to my door and enter to find that my unit has lost power completely. Can't fucking do shit. I think of picking up a bag and getting the fuck out but I don't have anywhere to go, and can't call anyone as my phone is still dead as fuck without a charge. I lock the door, suck it up, take some sleeping shit cause I know I won't fall asleep on my own and pass the fuck out.
I wake up alive, the power appears to be back on and I throw my phone on the charger. Once i managed to get it on I call the only coworker I have that kind of remotely is my friend. I told him I wanted to show him something and I would pay for his lunch if he came out.
This coworker is the guy who helped me get the job, he helped me move in, he's been to my place before.
So when i hear a knock on my door i kind of have a heart attack.
I open it to see my coworker who lets himself in, I ask him how he got into the building and the floor and he tells me that both doors were propped open and he kinda just let himself in as he knew the way.
He says off hand though "But your neighbors freak the fuck out of me."
Apparently, after he let himself in, as he was walking to my apartment one of the doors was open and there was a little boy staring at him, my coworker is kind of an energetic outgoing guy and said 'Hi' to the kid, who promptly told my coworker that he shouldn't be here and he needed to leave.
I explain everything to my coworker, the fliers on the door, the noises, the laughter. He kind of laughs it off and tells me that I'm probably just losing my mind, he reminds me that I did just go through a bad breakup, moved cities, started a new job, and don't talk to my friend or family as much as I used to and it's probably just stressing me out a bit.
He makes sense, I kind of agree, It's been stressful. I feel a bit silly.
we have lunch, he makes me feel better about the situation and as I walk him out of the building he points at a door and says "This is the one with that kid."
"Dude, there is a flier still in the door."
he gets a weird look on his face, and just grabs the doorknob, i freak out telling him that someone might live there and we would look like fucking crooks when just tells me that if there are people there then i can stop being paranoid and problem fuckin solved.
The doors unlocked, opens up to a completely fucking bare apartment.
Saturday (today) continued
My coworker nopes the fuck out of the building, says he'll see me at work tonight. I'm suprisingly calm. The unit is a copy of my own unit, the same floorplan. nothing out of the ordinary except that it smells like dried blood.
I stood outside of the door just wondering what the fuck was going on. I figure I need to fucking just do it. I go to each fucking door in my building and Knock.
No one answers at a single goddamned door.
And they're all locked.. except for that one unit.
That picture is of my parking garage for the tenants in my building on all the floors, I know there were people on the other floors. I've seen them in the lobby and i've seen their cars in the garage. Tonight when I got home from work it was empty, completely empty. My car was the only one in the garage.
I got on the elevator to my unit, it smelled like dried blood and urine (urine was expected) in the elevator.
The hall was dimmer than normal, the lights were on but maybe half-brightness. They seemed to get dimmer as i walked down the hall. Laughter echoed in teh hall, i heard it behind each door for each unit, as if there was a child on the other side with their ear pressed to the door and laughing. When i reached my unit and opened the door the lights flicked back to normal and the laughter stopped.
I don't know what to do anymore, There are legitimate concerns that I have lost my sanity. I did go though a LOT of stress before my move and in the last two months. Can this stress turn itself into this terrifying fear that I have to halucinate all of this?
I apologize OP.. I can't exactly find the words right now but all I can say it that we're here for you. The only advice I can think of, if I may say of course, is that you leave. It's far more better to be homeless than be at risk. You could sleep in your car or even find a shelter for the night. And I am very sorry, I'd say you could come stay with me but I'm all the way in the southwest. Just please stay safe. Just hearing about all that you've explained concerns me in a deep way. I don't mean to frighten or worry you but it is really seeming like you're in danger. If you believe so then pray.
OP, is there someone who would know what was in this place before the apartaments were build?
Stuff like old indian burial grounds? After googling downtown seattle haunted places I found like 5 or 6 of them and half is related to graveyards
I'm glad you're still alive, OP. I don't know you irl but you seem like a normal person to me. So before you lose your shit let's get at this with some logic.
You go to your leasing office and tell them, that you have seen children running around in that one apartment and that your coworker can confirm that.
You tell them that the elevator is not functioning as it should and that it might be broken.
You tell them the stairs and your floor smells of piss and blood.
You tell them you had no power whatsoever on your floor and in your unit and you haven't been imformed by anyone about it (sometimes it's because of streetworkers etc. being close to powerlines and it's safer to just cut the power). No other lights were on, neither on the floor nor in your unit and that you eventually tripped on the stairs and were injured by it.
You tell them that anyone can come in easily through the doors and that the security lock to the 3rd floor doesn't work.Coworker can confirm.
You tell them you can't sleep because people are making noise and are too loud.
You tell them you want your fucking money back or you sue the shit out of them.
You have plenty of reasons now and even if they don't believe you, you can still record it on camera.
Find a way to get out of there. Ask someone if you can stay at their place for a few nights. Don't know if you have lawyer friend but that might help you a lot. No need to mention spooky ghosts. OP, in all kindness, even if there are no ghosts or spirits, even if your building isn't haunted, even if there is nothing there at all, it doesn't help your situation. You can see yourself that you are slowly freaking out. That you fear to live there. It's not getting better, is it?! Either you stay there and live each day with that fear even if nothing ever happens or you get.the.fuck.out! You can't rest and be prepared for work like that. You won't find your peace in a place like this either...
Now for the not so logical part:
If you manage to find out what out what it is that's haunting you and this place, you may find a way to cast those spirits/demons out. At least there might be a possibility to communicate with them, I don't know. Maybe we got some experts here who can tell you exactly what you are dealing with here. If not, don't worry. Try to find some of those religious exocist priests or something. Like on those movies. I'm not kidding. They might be crazy or frauds but having someone over that believes you might be worth a lot. Just for confirmation.
If you really want to stay, try anything you can to do so without going insane. Otherwise get your shit and move out.
The worst thing you can do is wait it out and do nothing. Nothing will change. You still have to live with that shit everyday. It's like having the most annoying and bitchy girlfriend. Find a way to end it.
take picture of the flier,if you can take that picture i think you can take one of the flier as proof.Don't give me "i dont have camera with me right now" or purposely blur the pic,we live in smart phone era.
I've had a vaguely similar spooky apartment experience, but not to anywhere near that level.
I stayed in this tiny little ground floor apartment in the cheapest complex in town for far longer than I'd like to admit. Lots of people lived there, but very few stayed for more than like 6 months.
For roughly the last Year that I stayed there, the people above me exhibited some truly odd behavior. There was Constantly someone coming or going, like, it was as if 3 people shared this one bedroom apartment and each one of them had a completely separate, work schedule. Furthermore, the sound of marbles being dropped, as mentioned by others in the thread, was a near constant occurrance. However, as others mentioned the sound of a marble rolling off a table and on to the floor, this would more frequently sound like someone had dropped a big bag of marbles and let them scatter across the floor. I have yet to come up with an explanation for the sound. There were more little things, but nothing that was ever truly spoopty.
I guess the lesson to learn here is that ghosts love to play marbles?
The best way to find out if shit's really going on or if it's shrink time for you, is to get some antipsychotic medication. Use a low dose but it should be enough to fix possible psychosis attacks and not feel like a vegetable. Then keep listening if shit repeats. If it doesn't, then... I'm sorry nig, but it's time to see the doc. If it does... well, at least you're sane. For now.
Oh, and if you're doing any stimulants, then you gotta stop. Those kind of things are normal after a long time of use.
Does no-one remember that Friends episode where the old guy who keeps hitting the ceiling (thinking it was them above being noisy) dies? They go down and find the noise was caused by water pipes and shit. A possible explanation, although the kid in the empty apartment is pretty spoopy...
Me and you both, I then realized the picture resolution.
Decided to search for what smart phones have that specific resolution, turns out OPs phone is an S5 with that exact resolution.
I see no reason to assume that this picture is not one of his own taking. The question is whether or not everything else is true.
Damn OP, i'd get the fuck out of there if I were you. Apart from the shit you hear and see the whole building seems like a terrible place. ... I'd take the car over your apartment. Just sleep in your car and rent a decent hotelroom few times a week (not sure how expensive it is in the u.s. though) so you can shower decently etc.
It'll be a better life than losing your mind
10/10 role playing
I get super paranoid by ambient noise and sometimes I definitely think maybe I'm just hearing things so this is actually 2spooky.
>implying it's a good idea to open your door on what is probably children with a gun when you're already shizoing out in the first place
>implying it then makes sense to subtly threaten them by making sure they see you have a gun
This is how people get shot.
Yea she could've taken a pic of any empty parking structure.
Why not take a pic of the...
inside the empty apt with the kid
I take like 10 random pics a day at least. There's no excuse in the smart phone age. Even deleting exif if any doesn't take long.
This is true, and I was thinking about this, all this picture proves is that OP took a picture of an empty parking garage of any location.
However, if this is a troll, they're certainly committed enough to go take pictures to support their story, one that I never believed had any real supernatural activity in the first place.
If the anon who lived in the Addison Bldg in Seattle reads this...
Do you have any stories? I said earlier in the thread that my friend just moved in there (in May). Just this week he heard that it supposedly has had some weird activity.
Like I said, it just had a creepy old hotel vibe.
OP Take some pictures, a picture of the flyer would be pretty nice. Hope you live OP.
I apologize for not replying. Something happened tonight.
I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep, I heard scratching from the other side of my bedroom wall. It scratched for hours and kept me awake, honestly i didn't want to go into the hall to see whatever was making the noise. When I couldn't take it anymore it stopped, and i heard a child's voice through the wall asking me something.
It kept on repeating it's question, muffled by the wall but the inflection turning up at the end making it a clear it was a question.
I heard footsteps move down the hall and I heard a loud knock at my door.
I have no idea why I didn't shit the bed, it was 2am, no human would knock on a door this late. I went to the door, looked through the peep hole and saw nothing. I know if I didn't open the door and check you guys would never let me live it down. I can't pussy out cause I will never find answers, so I opened the door. There was absolutely nothing there, I looked down the hall and nothing was different, not even a scratch on the wall.
Just try to befriend the ghost, I mean it's not like it wants to hurt you, just looking for a friend otherwise it would have told you that you don't belong there too.
You're the chosen one, write a message and lie it in the hallway asking to chat, say to put a note under your door, because the ghost obviously knows which room you're in.
Good luck friend.
This story got so ridiculous
maybe make a new thread op?
get a trip too
I guess i didn't feel it necessary to post the flier. But since it keeps on coming back up i'll attach it.
I grabbed it off the door across from mine.
Looks like it wasn't for a BBQ after all, it was for some summer fundraiser to get school supplies.
OP. I'll be really direct: you need a trip, and
pics of your apartment/building/corridors/parking lot.
This has been dragged long enough. None of us is going to bomb your fucking house, and many actually do want to help you.
This pic is a very good start. Keep it up, and people will actually notice and maybe come with useful advice instead of thinking you're trolling.
Aye nice job OP. >>15123412 has a good idea. I'm guessing it's a child ghost. Try to be friends with the ghost until you leave. Donate some school supplies to. Maybe the faggot ghost wants some colored pencils.
Living alone in a a lonely appartment in a lonely corridor, empty hallway is one of my biggest fears
If OP is storytelling, he's probably a fan of Silent Hill 4: The Room
You guys should check this shit out, it's GREAT
It's bizzarre, scary, nightmarish, and overall just very spooky game. Very underrated
Are people actually considering that some little shitass ghost kid is using Microsoft Word, making some school supplies flyers and putting them in doors?
I would have loved to see that little ghost fucker checking for typos.
Why did nobody suggest smoking common sage there? OP it's cheap, could be an easy solution and nobody will complain since you're a hermit on your floor as it seems! Burn some sage and fuck those creepy auras away!
Now it all makes sense, don't you think?!
That ghost kid on your floor was "guided" by this organisation as part of the "at risk youth". He lost his life there being raped by old men and he wants you to uncover their secrets.
Either that or ghost kid is jelly cuz he can't go to school no more. Maybe he killed his parents and had a troubled childhood.
What I don't understand is that you friend saw said ghost kid in the door, right? But afterwards the flyer was back in the door, as if the door was never opened, right? Does ghost kid put those flyers back into the doors?
If so, this might be his message to you. He probably asked you if you're going to donate.
It's a thing (not convinced its a ghost) of supernatural origin, I'm sure it doesn't need a computer to conjure up a printed flier. In fact, depending on what we're dealing with, it wouldn't surprise me if it could create such a thing based solely on OP's conception of what it should look like.
There are a number of more "realistic" explanations, such as possession. But unless you call bullshit on all supernatural stories I'm sure there have been things you find "legit" that have pulled stuff on the same level.
people have apparently been demanding pictures, fine, whatever. I can take pictures of whatever the hell you want. I have no idea what you could get from them as so far i've only occasionally heard things. I'll throw up a bunch of pictures and if it shuts up the people thinking im asking for anything other than advice then whatever.
I'm not even really sure why i keep on updating you guys, most of you have been helpful but it's more along the lines of I'm not sure how anyone could help. I think this is more of a way to help me talk about what is going on without sounding absolutely insane.
I mean, when I have had a free moment and not been tormented, I've thought about how someone could prove they're not crazy. That what they experience isn't all just something their mind has created.
I mean, we all rely on our memory not being shit. How do I know i'm remembering everything correctly? How do I know I'm not just remembering things wrong? I mean I know I remember things a certain way, but a part of me is full of fear that this is all just my brain.
I have found myself wondering tonight if there was any way I could prove to myself that I'm not crazy, that what i'm experiencing is real. That what i hear isn't just a trick of my brain and that this isn't just some delusional horror that I stressed myself into.
I think there are ways to prove you are sane. That you could take certain actions and the results of those actions would definitively prove if what is happening is real or just fragments of a damaged brain.
Can you camp in your hallway for 24 hours or more with a friend ? You just sit here with beers and shit and see if someone come. Yes, it's ackward, but at your point...
But, if I'm not crazy and this really is something that is physical and real. Then whatever it is knows what I will and can do and will try to trick me, try to prevent me from doing what needs to be done.
She is in my apartment. I didn't mean to let her in.
She is getting in my head. She whispers in my ear her ideas. She somehow knows what happened to me before, everything I went through. She said she can use me, protect me, but i don't believe her.
Spiritual or Physical, I need to fight her and I'm more scared than anything about what she is trying to use me for.
Finally, thank you, OP! About time you posted something. Reminds me a bit of the shining. I can imagine that it can be really fucking spooky to walk these floors at night.
That's what I don't get. So ghost kid is a girl? What if she is there to protect you from some other evil spirit that haunts your floor? How old is she, OP? You want to fight her? How?
Man, you posted rather rarely in the last few days and now you come up with lot's of pics and whispers and shit?
Did she say anything that helps to identify her? Like a name or something? How old does she sound?
Where did you find the courage to suddenly fight the ghost kid? Well, I guess it's better than doing nothing.
Get a priest to visit and let him expel this brat.
Suposedly onions absorve the batceria/germs from the room, or something like that.
Also bad smells. I usually put one on my fridge, it gets rid of any food smells.
I dunno exactly but I read that somewhere
Thanks for the pic OP,I'm surprise how clean looking the hallway looks,didn't give me the spook,I would expect the place looks rundown,dim and dirty
aaaaaaand the plot thickens.
Plot twist: OP has actually murdered her wife and his son, somehow got away with it, but now they haunt him and he's starting to feel guilty.
That's why he moved out and wont talk to his family/friends.
He tried to erase the past but he can't anymore.
Also he's a machinist.
Wow, what an epic bazoonka meme you've created, OP.
All this shit is bullshit.
1. You would have said something to the landlord/lease company if you're so le epically spooked.
2. Literally no proof of anything, just your sick role playing paragraphs.
3. You discovered an empty unlocked room and you do to say anything to the leasing company? Okay m8.
Good read, gonna get back to work now.
getting a little too damn cheesy for me. fake as Fuck too. its a good read though op. fiction based on the reality of your apartment.
it excels forward too quickly and there's not enough substance. I can tell you came to tell a story and you didn't expect badgering for pics.
Also that last update wtf
she wants to use me bla bla bla that shit has been used millions of times
breathing on your neck from a little girl who was a little boy when your friend saw herm?
seems like you didn't plan this out well and you're pulling shit out of your ass now
anyway. 9/10 continue the story for the cap and pasta
I agree, I noticed earlier any plot holes found were later "debunked" by OP
"Fliers on doors"
"Place is locked up tight"
"Durr then who was fliers?"
"Friend says doors propped open"
Too much ass savage.. Plus the whole shpeal you mentioned with the ghost girl wanting to use him...
This all would have been so much better had he left all of that out and kept it as subtle as it has been. And if he would remember certain aspects for continuity....
Why does everybody keep saying the boy/girl thing is an inconsistency? OP never said it was one entity and it clearly seems to be more than that. The boy was in that one apartment and the girl is different, learn some reading comprehension.
> I hear whispers in the hallway now
> I try to hum or make noise to block it out
> When I open my door its gone
> I could hear talking in rooms
I'm actually a licenses psychiatrist, I browse this board at work to pretty much feast my eyes on all the possible cases of mental illness. If you don't believe me I can post my masters, anyways...
You're suffering from disassociation which eventually escalated into a severe case of schizophrenia. Do you know how hard it is to afford apartments in this american economy? Maybe your apartment is empty because no one can afford to live in it at the moment or maybe it just isn't selling. Anyways, there is nothing paranormal occurring you're just suffering from a severe mental disability. I suggest you seek help and tell a doctor what you're experiencing. They'll send you to a therapist and from there can get you on some drugs. I don't usually reply to the shit posts on this board unless I feel like trolling someone with a mental illness. You though sir, have schizophrenia and there is no doubt in my mind if you continue to ignore it you'll soon be a shell of a human being. You know, those ones you see rambling on street corners about 'THE DAY OF RECKONING' and how the government is watching them? Yeah, eventually those voices will escalate into something greater. Great news though, the field of neuroscience is making advances so by the year 2020 we hope to finally have a surgically available cure for people with your type of illness. Good luck, hope you get better!
Licensed Psychiatrist reporting back in after hearing the recording, original post here.
Anyways, Yeah, I heard it. Nothing wrong, this is what we call 'Mute Noise', because 'Absolute silence' doesn't exist. Even in the most quite environment you will always hear a slight droning. Always, no exceptions. Unless there is another audible interference on the same frequency as the underlying 'Mute Noise' you will always hear that.
Anyways I heard nothing 'Demonic/Paranormal/Spooky' all this does is further my original standing that you really need to go see a psych. A doctor, anything. You're really near the breaking point if what you are experiencing is true, you may seem like you have control but really you don't. Your minds nerves are out of tune to the rest of your thought processing which is resulting in an over stimulant of neuro chemicals. You need to get help before you turn into a full blown nut job, assuming you already aren't.
>Do you know how hard it is to afford apartments in this american economy?
Besides the point, but if I stopped going to college and found one person who makes as much as I do (I push carts) I can easily afford a nice two room. So with a real career I can get my own pretty easily.
Some people of /x/ can't handle a willing suspension of disbelief.
They must be told that every story or ARG they see is absolutely fake before they take part in it or otherwise their fragile lives and reality will crumble.
There are a multitude of loopholes in this story that just make ruin the story
Here's where the story got retarded and became obviously a story
peephole covered part with the stomping suggests one entity who could be the same entity with the breathing on neck(maybe a rapist of some sort etc) and then theres the little boy ops friend saw and the female he apparently let in.
3 entitys that have yet to be tied together in some way.
now the stomper is the one you should've stuck with for the story because this one actually seems interesting. but being this is an apartment building there's likely going to be more characters anyway if there was some kind of mass murder there etc. BUT OP STATED HIS APARTMENTS ARE NEW. WHICH THEN MEANS HOW COULD THESE ENTITYS ALL 3 OF THEM OBVIOUSLY UNRELATED EXIST IN A NEW APARTMENT.
usually a spirit from my understanding remains trapped in the place it died. but in a new apartment I find it hard to believe 3 people died within such a quick amount of time and no one not even your landlord offered the information. not enough substance as stated before.
so maybe they're demons? ... it makes sense for the female and the breathing stomper. but I doubt you had demons in mind when fabricating this story and you don't give much evidence to suggest so
as a matter of fact you don't give much evidence to suggest what any of the entitys are but schizophrenia. you just move quickly forward with your story
like its a sandwich with no meat or anything on it.
which makes schizophrenia the only plausible idea besides op may be just lying his ass off.
this all seems to be in Your head but for one part. your friend. who helped you move and get a job.
either the story is bullshit or in reality your friend was fucking with your head.
in conclusion. upon studying this pasta even though I've seen worst.
3/10 Abort mission learn to write better and try again