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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.
Gareth Ellis - Author 