Last week I started to tell the story of the strange things that happened to me in an apartment that I lived in several years ago.
After seeing what I did at the French doors that night, I couldn’t get it off my mind. I didn’t know what to make of it. I was starting to think that I had imagined it or that maybe there was a breeze that went through the apartment and disturbed the blind in some way that made it look like someone was there. After all, I was tired that night, and it was dark. The light shining in a particular way could have made things appear to be there. And the weird feeling? I could have just spooked myself. I believed that someone/something was in the apartment, so I had brought the feeling on myself. With the subsequent events, I started to think I was losing the plot entirely.
Everything was quiet for a month or so. The events of that February night faded somewhat from memory, and I just got on with living my life.
One day I went out – I can’t remember where, I guess it doesn’t matter – and I closed all the doors. I don’t know why I did this. I think it was probably a habit from living at home that all the downstairs doors had to be closed at night or if we went out. Anyway, I would do this every time I’d leave, and whenever I came back, the doors would still be shut – why would they be open, right? Well, this time, when I came home, they were all wide open.
I remember walking into the flat and realising that the hallway that should have been in darkness was lit up. At first, I thought I had left a light on, but then it struck me that all the doors were open, even the bathroom door, which was generally closed all the time.
As I stepped further inside and closed the front door behind me, the strange feeling of being watched that I had had that night returned. I walked to each of the doors and looked in the rooms, and there was nothing there – why would there be? I closed the bathroom door and pulled the spare room and bedroom door to, and went and sat in the living room.
The strange feeling was starting to give me a headache, so I went to get a drink from the kitchen that was joined onto the living room. As I returned to my seat, I sat down in such a way that I saw that the hallway was now bathed in light once again. Putting my glass on the floor, I went to investigate and saw that all 3 of the doors that I had either closed or partially close were once again wide open. The thing that confused me the most was the bathroom door. I had fully closed it, and it had gone on the catch, so there was no way it would move on its own accord. The other two, I could at least tell myself moved on their hinges and had just swung open, but the bathroom…
I closed the bathroom once again but left the other two doors as they were and went back into the living room. What was happening? I was trying to explain it to myself, but I couldn’t come up with a sufficient explanation that made sense.
I tried to push it to the back of my mind and get on with my day. I turned the TV on and started to play something – not a horror game; I didn’t need any more reasons to be freaked out. Soon the weird feeling had dissipated, and nothing further happened with the doors.
It was probably a couple of weeks later when it started to happen again. After few more times of the doors opening seemingly by themselves, I decided to start leaving them open whenever I left – except the bathroom. This, for a time, stopped anything from happening or the weird feeling from making an appearance.
After another couple of weeks of this, I once again went out, but this time when I came back, all the doors were closed. And they weren’t just swung in and stuck; they had probably shut as if someone had closed them by pushing them onto the catch. This time though, the weird feeling wasn’t present. I walked through the hallway, opening the doors as I went. Everything felt normal until it came to opening the spare room door. When I stepped up to it, I could feel something emanating from within. It’s a difficult thing to describe, but it was as if someone was stood on the other side, and they were royally pissed off. When I put my hand on the door handle, a tingle ran through it and up my arm. It was enough to make me step back a little and fight the urge to walk away without opening the door. After a few seconds, I put my hand back on the door handle and push it down. The door swung open with no effort – for some reason, I was expecting some resistance – and revealed a room clear of anything save my belongings.
After weeks of this kind of activity I was starting to think that I was losing my mind. I decided that the best thing to do would be to set up a video camera to record when I’m out of the apartment. I picked a day to do it and left the camera running. I wasn’t prepared for what I would find.
Part III will be posted next Monday.