Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part XIII

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


In last week’s post, I finished going through the YouTube videos and all that I experienced whilst recording them. I also talked about why I stopped filming. This doesn’t mean that things stopped happening however.

I would see and hear things around the flat daily, but because of being scratched and fearing for what else this unknown entity could do, I no longer wanted to film anything.

Several visitors to the apartment would also experience things from shadows and noises to cold spots as time went on. But there wasn’t anything that felt as bad as that night did.

This would change, however, when Alex moved in with me.

I didn’t wait long before I showed her the videos and explained everything that had been happening. She freely admitted that although she didn’t think I had any reason to make it up, she didn’t necessarily believe me, that is until things started to happen to her.

It wasn’t long before she started to see shadows similar to the ones I’d seen – in the corner of rooms and at the front door.

In summer – a few months after she’d moved in – she was going for a late-night cigarette at the Juliet balcony. When she came back into the bedroom, she asked if I had just been out and stood in the doorway. I told her I hadn’t moved, and she explained what had happened. While she was stood at the doors, she heard footsteps on the carpet behind her and saw someone stood in the doorway. She said that it felt like someone was watching her. It was like I had come out of the bedroom, stood at the door to the lounge for a few seconds and then went back to bed. The feeling that she had lined up with the way that I had felt on numerous occasions. This was just the start of things.

In the night, we both started to see a shadow in the bedroom just behind the door. It wasn’t just a shadow; it looked like it had some substance. When a car would pull into the car park that was behind the flat, headlights would shine into the room, but they wouldn’t light up the shape. It was as if the blackness just absorbed the light. This shape would appear nightly and would move to the front door if we left the bedroom to go to the bathroom. Over the following weeks, this shadow would move closer to the bed and eventually would be stood by the bookcase right at the end of the bed. This closeness left us with a feeling of being watched by something intrusive.

One night when we were both asleep, I awoke to the sound of Alex shouting. I was pretty out of it after taking my meds, but I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that she had woken up to seeing something over me. When she described it, she said it was a person with white eyes and their mouth hanging open – she kept repeating white eyes. I didn’t feel anything, and I couldn’t wake myself up, so I ended up going back to sleep. The next day she told me all about what she had seen. She explained that it was a person that she could still picture. It was hovering above me with its mouth wide open and had bright white eyes. She said that when she saw it, her fight or flight had kicked in and she was ready to fend off a person in our flat. When she had shouted out, she said that the thing turned its head to look directly at her and then slowly retreated down the bed and faded away into the darkness of the room. To this day, she can still picture the thing that was over me. I wish I had been more awake or that I had seen it too. I’d never had anything so clear. The only person who had seen an actual face was my friend Mark.

This night left an impression on Alex, and she started to experience a lot more strange occurrences. Like me, she would be in the bathroom having a shower and would see shadows on the other side of the curtain. One time she heard a hard banging on the bathroom door; thinking I was back from work, she called out to me, but there was no answer. The front door was locked, so no one could have got in.

By now, I wasn’t really experiencing all that much. I would occasionally see the shadow behind the front door if I got up in the night or the shape at the end of the bed, but nothing to the scale of what I had previously had.

We both were now of the impression that since the night she had seen the thing over me, that whatever this was now knew that she was there and had started to lock more onto her.

The next thing that would happen would freak Alex out to the point where she nearly left the flat.

One wintery evening, when she had got back from work, Alex was sat on the bed reading her phone in the dark, when she saw something move at the end of the bed. When she went to investigate, she saw that one of our giant microbes had moved off the bookcase. It was on the lower shelf and couldn’t have just rolled off. She had seen it enter her eye line before it fell to the floor. When she looked at the corner of the room, she could see the shape blocking the doorway – by this point, an oppressive feeling was emanating from it. Using her foot, she lifted the microbe back up onto the shelf. She quickly put the torch on her phone and made a dash for the door, and ran to the lounge, putting lights on as she went. She then called me. I was at work but was coming to the end of the day. I could hear the fear in her voice, so I left work without a second thought and made my way home. On my journey, we spoke on the phone, and by the time I got home, I half expected her to be sat in the car park. But when I got back, she was seated in the lounge.

When things like this had happened before, I could feel it when I entered the flat, but this time everything felt normal. I said hello to Alex and quickly went into the bedroom. When I turned the light on, the microbe was back on the floor and was now a few feet away from the bookshelf. I called Alex and asked about it, and that’s when she told me about putting it back. I picked I up and put it back on the shelf again. I could see that Alex was visibly shaken by what had happened. It certainly felt like it knew she was here now. This being said, things seemed to quieten down for a bit, with only the usual shadows being seen.

A few months later, we were having a drunken music night in the lounge after spending the day packing, ready for our imminent move. The night was foggy, and still, there wasn’t even the sound of cars outside. It had gotten quite late, and I went to the bathroom while Alex had a cigarette at the patio doors. When I left the room and passed the spare room, I heard a rustling noise coming from the centre of the room where we had stacks of boxes. Paying this no mind, I went into the bathroom. A few seconds later, there was an almighty noise. I thought that someone in the flat upstairs had slammed a door. When I came out of the bathroom, it was dark. It was then that I noticed that the door to the lounge was shut. I opened it up and saw Alex stood at the balcony. When I asked what happened, she told me that the door had just slammed. Now, when I left the room, I had opened the door wide and left it that way. There was no reason that we could see why the door slammed with such force. There was no breeze outside as it was foggy, and neither of us was near it. I remembered the noise from the spare room. It was as if something had seen us split up and wanted to keep us separate. I went to the spare room and closed the door. After that, we were on edge, and it felt like something was there with us.

A few nights later, we were watching a film in bed when we heard some pots rattle in the kitchen. We sat for a moment, stunned by the noise before we went to investigate. We couldn’t see anything out of place, but we sat for a bit and talked. Then, as we were in the lounge, I saw a bright white light seemingly pass through the hallway. I turned to Alex to ask her about it, but I knew that she’d seen the same thing I had without her saying anything. When we saw this, we didn’t get the oppressive feeling we’d had before, though.

As I said, we were in the middle of packing boxes ready for our move. Years earlier, I had bought some magnetic words and letters for the fridge – the kind that you can make poems and sentences with. We had taken all these off the fridge, put them in a sandwich bag and put that in a box. One day we were making food in the kitchen. We had been to and from the fridge multiple times. At one point, I went to get a drink and saw that right in the middle of the fridge door was one of the magnetic words. It was an ‘a’. I asked Alex about it, and she said she hadn’t noticed it either. We spent a while trying to work out where it had come from. It can’t have been left there, and it can’t have been dropped on the floor and somehow stuck itself back up there. It was dead centre on the top door of the fridge – we couldn’t explain it. But it felt like it was a message. That whatever this was knew Alex was here and had turned its attention to her.

On our last night in the apartment, we had packed everything up and to make things easier for moving in the morning; we had dismantled the bed. The mattress was heavy, so we dropped it on the floor, and instead of moving it to someplace different, we slept on it where it was. At some point during the night, Alex told me that she woke up to feel that the duvet was no longer covering one of her legs and something about it felt weird. She didn’t pay much attention to this, though and soon went back to sleep. It was a long day the next day, and by the time we had moved all of our belonging over to our new house, we were shattered and in need of a shower. I had mine first, and then Alex had hers. When she did, she shouted to me and told me to come and look at something. During her shower, she had noticed something on the inside of her thigh. When I looked at it, it looked like a handprint, and when I matched my hand up to it, you could see the fingers and palm prints. We had no idea how this could have happened. It was in an awkward place, and for a hand to leave that kind of bruise, it would have had to have hit it with some force. A chill went through us both. This felt like a parting gift from whatever lived with us in Apartment 42.

This ends the strange occurrences that happened to myself and others in Apartment 42. However, because of all that happened, we have since thought of contacting the current occupiers to ask if they’ve had anything like this happen. We haven’t done this so far.

For me, it’s a comfort to know that friends, family and other tenants in the same building experienced things. But it doesn’t explain what went on. And to this day, I’m still not sure what to make of it all.

What are your thoughts on my experiences?

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part X

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


It had been an interesting few weeks, and whatever was in the flat hadn’t finished yet.

I continued to record whenever anything strange occurred, but I didn’t manage to catch anything of note until the 1st of August.

On a particularly active day, I thought it would be a good idea to set the video camera up and record through the night. So, before going to bed, I positioned the camera on a bookcase in my living room and left it running.

During the night, I didn’t experience anything out of the ordinary. Still, the next day when I went over the footage that had been recorded, I found some fascinating occurrences.

Firstly, at around the 40-second mark, the living room door begins to move; to make matters worse, there was an eery creak as it opened. After that, it goes back and forth for a few seconds before stopping around the 50-second mark.

Nothing much happened for a while, but then at around 1 minute 25 seconds, I heard some shuffling and what sounded like footsteps moving across the carpeted floor. The noise was something I was used to as whenever anyone walked across the floor, it would make precisely the same noise.

Then something totally unexpected happened. At 1 minute 52 seconds, the camera itself is moved by an unseen hand. Whatever it is pushed, the camera and it can be heard scraping on the wooden bookshelf where it sat. There were maybe 4 or 5 of these little pushes until the camera pointed at the kitchen, and there were more shuffling footsteps.

At 2 minutes 28, something is rattled in the kitchen in a similar manner as had happened before. It sounded like pots or cutlery being jostled. To me, it felt like the camera was moved to point at the area where something was about to happen, and as I watched, it sent chills through me.

After another couple of seconds, something else is rattled, and then a little bit after this, I could hear yet more shuffling around.

This was probably the most activity that I’d caught on camera throughout my filming, and it wasn’t over yet.

3 minutes and 28 seconds into the recording, there was another rattle of pots/cutlery. After that, there was more shuffling, and then a few seconds later, the same camera distortion as I’d seen previously happened.

As I’ve mentioned before, the distortion only seemed to happen when strange things were going on. It seemed to happen too often for it to be a coincidence, and I never saw it happen on footage where nothing happened.

Nearly a minute later, there was even more ratline from the kitchen.

For the rest of the video, I could hear shuffling around. It was difficult to discern where it was coming from; it just seemed like someone was maybe pacing around the living room and occasionally going over into the kitchen.

When I got up in the morning, I hadn’t realised that the camera had moved, it was still running so I left it going while I left for work.

When I got back, I went through the video and watched/listened to what I’d caught. I separated the video into two parts for the different days it was captured and then went through what little it had recorded during the morning.

Around 6 seconds into this video, something speaks. After a few times of listening to it, I concluded that the words being said were “I’m here.” Other people who have heard it say it could be, “I am here” or “what’re you doing.” Either way, any of these sounds and the fact that the camera was moved point to something that wants to interact with me and the video camera.

I was all set for recording every day after this, but nothing happened. Not until the 19th of September.

I’ll pick this back up in next Monday’s post.


The videos discussed in this post are below;

Caught on video 01/08/12 PM

Caught on video 02/08/12 AM

My Current WIP: A Teaser

If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll have seen earlier this week that I revealed a little teaser for my latest WIP. It wasn’t much, but I wanted to show you at least something about what I’m working on.

And Then I Killed Her has been progressing quite well, until this week when I’ve not really been able to do a great deal on it for one reason or another. I’m hoping that this will change next week.

This story is something that came from a #vss365 writing prompt, and straight away, I knew that I had to write a full story. I don’t know if it’ll be a full-length novel or a short story yet; I need to see where it goes first before deciding. Either way, it will likely be the next thing that I publish, and I can’t wait for you to read it.

It’s a paranormal-horror-thriller (if that’s a thing), and in it, we follow Peter Finch, a serial killer whose latest victim just won’t stay dead.

I don’t want to reveal too much of it for now (mainly because I haven’t written it yet), but I’ve wanted to reveal something since I started writing it.

Below is the teaser video, and I hope to reveal more as I go – both on social media and on this website.

I hope I have piqued your interest enough for the moment, though.

Have a good weekend!

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part IX

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


The next few days were relatively quiet, but things escalated and started to happen more frequently. As I’d been seeing more shadows and shapes near the front door at any time of day, I decided to set up my camera in the main bedroom and point it at the door while I busied myself elsewhere and had a shower.

There wasn’t much to be seen or heard on this video for some time, but around 3 minutes 50 seconds into it, there is a whooshing noise that sounds to me either like “Gareth” or “get out”. The other odd thing about this video is that at the exact time the noise occurs, the hall light (the light in the communal hallway outside my front door, goes on. This light was movement activated, and there was no noise from outside of people moving around that could have caused it to come on. I find it very odd that it comes on at the exact moment that “something” speaks.

For the remainder of that night, nothing much happened, and when I watched the video back, I didn’t feel particularly scared of what was being said; I just found it weird and very interesting.

For the next few days, things were relatively quiet. Although I’d see shadows in the usual places, there wasn’t much in the way of interaction, i.e. doors moving, knocking or anything of the like. But on the 25th of July, I caught something very odd.

It was the evening, and I was sitting in the lounge watching some TV when a loud and constant banging came from nowhere. I sat for a few moments trying to work out where it was coming from. I’d grown accustomed to the noises that came from the other flats that surrounded me, and this one seemed as though it was coming from inside my flat. After a while of sitting and listening, I decided it would be a good idea to start recording.

Still sitting in the lounge, I started my camera up and tried to explain what had been happening. I wasn’t in a great mood on this particular night, so I decided to tell whatever this was to leave me alone and stop doing what it was doing. Almost as soon as I’d finished talking, a rattle came from behind me (around 1 minute 47 seconds into the video) that sounded like pots or cutlery rattling. This unexpected noise understandably startled me, and I turned to face the camera into the kitchen. There was nothing that could have made the noise, but the other tapping noise had stopped.

After this, I end the recording, and the rest of the night is quiet, and I don’t experience anything else out of the ordinary.

Both the videos of these experiences are below. So have a watch and let me know what you think. Especially if your think you hear or see anything that I haven’t mentioned.


Recorded 19/07/12

Recorded 25/07/12

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part VI

Click the links below to read the other parts of the story:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


Over the space of a few months, I’d experienced a myriad of different paranormal things – from doors opening and closing to shadows in corners and odd feelings. Up until this point, I’d only been recording things while I was in the flat. It was time, though now, for a different tact’ recording while I was out to see if anything more extreme would happen.

On the 8th July 2012, I was going out in the evening, so I decided to set my camera up in the spare room to see what I could capture.

Before I set up the camera and went out, I talked on video about things that people had asked, mainly if there was some kind of breeze from a window that could have caused the closure of the doors seen in the other video. I tried my best to test everything I could, and I explained in the video that there wasn’t a chance that there was any kind of breeze coming through a window or vent above that would move the door in the way that had been seen.

At first, I was a little hesitant about setting the camera up and leaving it running while I was out. I didn’t want to provoke anything that might be in the apartment, but at the same time, I wanted to get more evidence that something was actually happening.

I set the camera down on the arm of the sofa that I had in the spare room at the time and pointed it at the door so that it would cover my bedroom door and a section of the hallway. I wished I’d had multiple cameras at this point so that I could capture more of the apartment at the same time; I just did the best with what I had.

As was usual practice by this point, I left all the doors – except the bathroom one – open. It had become a regular occurrence that the doors would be either open or closed when I returned, depending on how I’d left them. I locked up and left the flat with the camera running.

All the time that I was out, I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. Would I catch anything on camera? Would something new happen?

When I returned later that night, the doors were all shut, so straight away, I knew that I’d caught something. I couldn’t wait to check the video. I went straight to the video camera – at this point, it was still recording as I’d only been out a few hours. I could have waited until the morning to review the tape, but I was eager to find out what had happened.

I pulled the memory card out of the camera, loaded it into my desktop and started to copy the files over, ready to review. While this was doing, I went to make a drink – I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. As I walked through the rest of the apartment, I marvelled at how everything felt “normal”. As I’ve said before, usually, when things had happened, the place felt different in some way. Maybe that feeling had been there but had disappeared by the time I got home.

Back at my desk, I started to review the video. While I watched, I had my headphones on with the volume whacked way up in case there were any sounds to be heard.

Nothing much happened for a while. After around twenty minutes of video, the door to the spare room started to move. It didn’t fully close; it was only a few inches and, after a few seconds, it moved backwards again. After this movement, the camera image broke up slightly. This was something that seemed to happen only when something strange was happening. The spare room door moved again, and there was a “breathy” noise. I didn’t have a chance to really register this noise at the time because seconds later, the door to my bedroom slammed shut, the noise making me nearly jump out of my seat.

I paused the video and sat for a few minutes, just taking in what I’d just seen. My bedroom door had just been caught slamming on video. This was big. I leaned back in my chair and looked at the door that was now open again after I had reopened it when I came back home. I slipped my headphones off and listened to the building; everything was quiet. It was around 10 pm, so I wasn’t expecting much noise, but it just seemed eerily quiet. I put my headphones back on and went back to the video.

I moved the video back and listened out for the “breathy” sound once again, and when I found it, I listened to it repeatedly, trying to figure out what it was. All I could come up with was that it was a single word – “No”.

I went back to the door slamming – turning the volume down so as to not deafen myself – I played it again. I found that right after the door slammed, and there was yet more distortion on the video for a few seconds. After another 15 seconds or so, the spare room once again moves. This time seemingly with more force as it almost closed, but it swings back on its hinges almost immediately.  After another few seconds of the door being open, it swings shut again, but this time catches and remains seated in the doorframe.

After this, I continued to watch and turned my volume back up. I was surprised to hear what sounded like footsteps shuffling on the carpet and some more breathing sounds. It was subtle even with the volume turned right up, but they were definitely there.

I felt like everything that had happened in this video was more proof of what was going on than I could have hoped for. I spent the next few days going through the video again and seeing if there was anything in there that I had missed before I edited it together (cut it down to a better size) before uploading it to the YouTube channel.


Below is the link for this video. Give it a watch yourself and tell me what you think. Can you hear or see anything that I might have missed? What do you think of what I caught that day?

Caught on Video (8/6/12)

The story will continue next Monday.

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part V

Click the links below to read the other parts of the story:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


After Mark had left in the morning – he couldn’t leave fast enough – I grabbed my video camera and set it up on my desk in the spare room where he had stayed the night. Then, after my amateur ghost hunting TV show introduction of asking whatever was in the apartment to make itself known, I set the camera down and left it running while I busied myself elsewhere.

After a few minutes of filming, I went for a shower. When I emerged from the bathroom, the door to the spare room was closed, and the camera caught it all. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. As soon as I saw the door was closed, I grabbed the camera and copied the video file over to my laptop to watch it.

I was amazed to see that around 11 minutes into the video, the door appears to close by itself. It wasn’t just a slow close either it was as if someone had tried to slam it. The door also didn’t swing back on its hinges; it appeared to catch and stayed that way until I opened it when I came out of the bathroom. I would later notice that the camera breaks up just after the door closes, distorting the bottom of the screen. This will be something I’ll discuss soon as the more videos I film, the more a pattern to this emerges.

With this activity, I wanted to continue filming. So I set the camera back up in the spare room for the rest of the day, but nothing of note occurred for the remaining time I filmed.

Unlike other times when something strange had happened, there was no odd feeling when I got out of the shower and saw the door closed, and for the remainder of the day, everything just felt “normal”.

The next day I had several experiences. Later in the evening, I was sat in the lounge watching a movie. As I sat there, I felt a chill come over the room. It wasn’t a drop in temperature, more a feeling. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dark shape in the far corner of the room. The form didn’t move, and it wasn’t discernible as a person, but I could feel someone/something watching me. The hairs on the back of my next stood on end. Slowly, so as not to make any sudden moves, I picked up my phone and started to film in the corner. There wasn’t much light in the room, and the camera wasn’t the best, so all I ended up with was a dark video with me saying I could see something stood in the corner. This wasn’t really admissible as evidence, so I deleted the video and went back to my movie. The shape remained in the corner for maybe 10-15 minutes before it just disappeared, and the room went back to feeling right again.

The remainder of the night passed without anything further happening, and I actually got a good nights sleep.

The next day, however, was full of strange occurrences. I spent the day playing something in the lounge – I know, big shock for me – but was constantly being interrupted by either knocking sounds or weird feelings. When I would go to check out the sound, it would seem to come from somewhere else. I looked into whether the noise could be coming from outside or another flat, but when I went out of the front door – of my flat, not the building – and the noise would stop, it would resume when I stepped back inside. I tried to discount noises coming from pipes, but as it moved around when I did, I couldn’t see it being that. I was running out of reasonable explanations for what I was experiencing. I tried to film on this day, but I couldn’t get my camera to work, and the phone video didn’t really pick anything up.

I spent some time later that day trying to get my video camera working, and I decided that I would record some more tomorrow, but I would do it whilst I was out of the building.

In the meantime, though, I thought it would be good to upload the videos I had with unexplainable things on them to YouTube. I created a channel, “Gax’s Ghost”, and uploaded the videos I had. I wanted to get them out there for others to watch and give their opinion on. Even though I was doing all I could to explain what was happening with normal reasons, I wanted others to weigh in on it and tell me what they thought.

The next day, I woke up, set up the video camera in the spare room once again, and went out. When I got back, I would get the fright of my life.


The video discussed in this blog can be found here.

The story will continue next week

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part IV

Click the links below to read the other parts of the story:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


One day I had a few friends around to the flat. We were all sat in the lounge having a chat and playing games, and nothing out of the ordinary was happening. I had gotten up and walked into the kitchen to get someone a drink. Everyone was still talking, and I was sorting the drink out. I stood in the kitchen with my back to the fridge – which I’d left open. Suddenly there was an almighty crash. Everyone turned round to look at me, and for a second, I wondered what had happened. It was then that I realised that the fridge door had shut, not just shut, but had been slammed by some unseen force. Now, a couple of the friends I had around had heard the stories I’d told them about what had been happening but still didn’t believe it. I stood in the kitchen staring at the fridge and everyone asking what had happened; I think some of them thought that I had slammed it.

After that, everyone seemed a little more on edge. Our conversation didn’t stray too far from the subject of ghosts and hauntings. This was when Mark said that he didn’t believe it and there had to be an explanation. I told him that a lot of what had been happening had been centred around the spare room, so I said if he didn’t believe it, he should sleep in there. He laughed this off and said that it wouldn’t be a problem.

Later that night, everyone else left, leaving Mark and me alone in the apartment. After another hour or so, we went to bed—me in the main bedroom, him in the spare room.

It wasn’t long before I got to sleep – the joy of medication that helps me sleep – and I assumed that Mark did too.

Around 2 AM, my phone beeped loudly and woke me up – I must have forgotten to put it back on silent. The notification was for a text. A text that read, “Come in here now.”

Concerned that something had happened to my friend, I staggered sleepily towards the spare room and opened the door. I found him sat up in bed, holding the duvet tightly. When I asked him what was wrong, he told me that there had been someone/something stood behind the door watching him. I asked him what it looked like, and he said that it was just a dark shape, but it was definitely person-shaped and that it had disappeared as soon as I had opened the door.

I looked around the door and the room to see if I could see anything, but there was nothing, and nothing felt off like it usually did when I’d seen/heard things. I told Mark that I had seen something similar in my bedroom a few days earlier.

I asked if he was going to try and go back to sleep, and he said he couldn’t, so for the rest of the night, until the sun started to come up, we sat in the lounge playing something. This experience rattled my friend, and he said that he didn’t want to stay here overnight again. For someone that didn’t believe anything, this was a big thing to admit.

Now that other people had experienced things too, I knew for sure that I wasn’t losing my marbles and that something was in the apartment with me, and that something seemed to want to make its presence known.

The next day, I decided to set up a camera in the spare room and leave it running for an extended time period to see what I could catch.


The story will continue next week.

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part III

Click the links below to read the other parts of the story:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII


Strange things had been happening in the apartment for a few months now, and I was starting to think I was losing my mind. One night I was woken at around 3:30 am by what I could only describe as a “grumble”. I decided to put my phone camera on and start to record. Nothing much really happened while I was recording. The room’s darkness made it so there wasn’t really that much you could see, and I didn’t hear any further grumbling noises but I could see a darker darkness – yeah, I’ve got a great vocabulary – as if someone were stood behind the door. I recorded for just under 3 and a half minutes until I decided that nothing else was going to happen.

The next day I copied the video over to my laptop and started to go through it to see if I could see or hear anything on it that I might have missed during my early morning recording session. Around twenty seconds in, I heard a low grumbling sound. I isolated the section it was in and increased the volume, and there, sure enough, was a grumble or growl. This took me back some. I definitely hadn’t heard that at that time, but I remembered the sound that woke me, and that was almost exactly what it sounded like. I sat in awe for a while, playing the sound over and over. This, for me, was proof that something was going on, and I wasn’t losing my mind completely. Hearing this sound also scared me slightly, as it didn’t sound like a particularly nice sound.

At this point, I wasn’t sure what to do with the videos, so I just saved them to my hard drive and decided that I would try to do more recording in the following days.

I put all this to the back of my mind and decided that I would start to go through some of the dialogue recordings from a Todd the Zombie session with Paul. As usual, I was going through them, trying to find the best version of the lines, when I came across another odd sound.

Now, nothing out of the ordinary had happened during the recording session. So what I came across confused me at first. As with the previous sound, I tried to isolate it, but it was in the middle of one of Paul’s line where he was speaking. I cut it down, increased the volume and played it repeatedly.

The noise sounded pretty similar to the previous grumble/growl that I found, but there was more of a wordiness to it, but I couldn’t tell what was being said. There was definitely a breathy sort of quality to it, and it only sounded like a single syllable. No matter how many times I played the sound, I couldn’t make out what was being said.

I saved the file and went back to editing. Nothing else popped out at me as unusual in the rest of Paul’s recorded dialogue, but I found something even stranger when I got to mine.

Again this sound was difficult to isolate as it occurred around me talking. This noise was different to the others as it didn’t sound breathy or human; It sounded more electronic. It was an odd clicking sound. I played it over and over and couldn’t figure it out.

When I got bored of playing it, I decided I would try to recreate it using things that were around when I recorded the lines. First, I tried to do it using my voice. I could kind of do a popping and clicking, but it didn’t sound anywhere close to what I’d caught. I rubbed my hands over the microphone to see if it was this, but again it sounded nothing like it. I tried several other things using the computer, but nothing came close. Again I saved this file with the others and continued my work. There was nothing else out of place in the recordings.

The next couple of days were fairly uneventful, but things started to happen again on the third day.


Part IV will be posted next week.

Below are the videos that I took and posted to YouTube.

3:30 AM

3:30 AM (Just the noise)

Todd Recording 1

Todd Recording 2

Another Week is Ending.

It’s been a productive week, but I’m ending it with toothache, earache and generally feeling like warmed up crud.

When I’ve not been doing bits and pieces around the house, I’ve been preparing more blog posts, and I’ve managed to get a fair few banked and scheduled.

As far as work on novels, I’ve not done anything. I’m trying not to beat myself up about it, though. I don’t want to force it and produce something that I can do better when my brains in a better place.

I have been flexing my creative muscles on Twitter, though, by participating in the VSS 365 prompts. If nothing else, it gives me something to get the creative juices flowing.

Other than that, I’ve mainly been playing the Mass Effect remaster. I still love these games, and playing them again has been a joy. You can see my review for the first game here.

I’m hoping that whatever is making me feel like crap goes soon and I can get back to normal. I feel like I can’t do a great deal at the minute.

Well, that’s it for Friday’s update. I hope you have a good weekend. Monday’s blog will be a continuation of the apartment 42 ghost blogs; I hope you’ll come by and check it out.

Ghostly Occurrences in Apartment 42: Part II

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

Part X

Part XI

Part XII

Part XIII

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.