(Sorry, this is long af but hopefully an interesting read at least) So a couple years ago I broke up with my POS ex boyfriend and moved into my own apartment afterward. The apartment was a studio/loft with the kitchen and living space downstairs, with the stairs leading directly to my bedroom upstairs. When I first moved in, I sort of believed in ghosts because I had had some previous experiences which may have been paranormal (I posted some stories about the movie theater I work at a couple months back), although I was still pretty quick to assume that most things that appear paranormal have a boring logical explanation.
That being said, right off the bat I always felt really weird in that apartment when I was alone, especially upstairs in the loft. It could've just felt weird because it was the first time I've ever had a place entirely to myself, but I had two cats at the time that would occasionally act spooked or stare at something that I couldn't see. I didn't think much of this yet because 1) I'm admittedly a scaredy cat and don't really like being alone in the first place and 2) cats are cats and you never what's going on in their heads. Anyway, I felt uncomfortable enough when I was alone that I would either get off my introverted ass and try to make plans elsewhere, or I would drink or smoke so that I didn't feel quite so on edge at home. I couldn't even sleep in the dark or else I'd get panicked and lay awake all night; I always left my TV in my bedroom on for light and background noise so I wouldn't hear things.
I lived pretty close to downtown, so pretty much every weekend I'd go out with my friend (enjoying my newfound freedom, I hadn't been allowed to go out drinking before) and then she and I would take an uber back to my place and crash in my bed together. Every time she stayed the night, she'd wake up the next morning and tease that my place was haunted because supposedly she'd hear footsteps walking around my bed (there was a loud, distinct, unavoidable creaky spot on the right side of the bed between it and my closet) at night. She also had a couple dreams where there'd be a shadow person standing at the top of the stairs, which were a few feet from the end of my bed, talking to another shadow person that was standing in the corner on my side of the bed between my bed and the window (my bed was centered on one wall with space on either side, with the closet on the right side and the window on the left). She said they would always be talking about the "others in the room" but didn't remember much else. This friend is the type of person who assumes everything weird is paranormal, plus she just lives for ghost stories in general, so I told myself it was nothing and tried to ignore her.
A couple months into living there, I had started dating someone else who would spend the night sometimes. One night, he and I were laying in bed. He was passed out, and I think I was asleep? But for whatever reason, I suddenly "woke up" laying on my back and could see my dark room (I could manage to sleep in the dark if someone else was with me). I could see that my blanket was not covering my torso at all, and I suddenly felt ridiculously cold. I remember thinking I should pull my blanket up more, but almost as instantly as I had that thought I realized that I could see a dark figure standing next to my side of the bed out of the corner of my eye. It was also then that I realized I couldn't move. I lay there panicking as the dark figure just stood there and watched me. I was trying my hardest to move, to even just turn my head, but I couldn't. I tried to wake up the guy I was sleeping with but I couldn't even muster a squeak. While this was going on, the guy moved in his sleep and just like that I felt and saw the presence disappear from my side of the bed and suddenly it was on his side, and this time I could see the whole figure--head, torso, arms, etc. At this point I was flipping out, but still couldn't bring myself to say his name. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the figure watch him for a minute, and then START CLIMBING ONTO THE BED. In that moment my brain and body were like "NOPE!" and I snapped up, heart pounding and breath coming in ragged gasps. The figure was gone, and my room looked just as it had before. I wasn't cold anymore though. I didn't sleep that night.
I had never had sleep paralysis before this, and I realize that it sounds like textbook sleep paralysis. It probably was. But that experience has stuck with me since it happened and I remember it vividly. I'm still scared to sleep flat on my back again.
The spookiest and most eyebrow-raising thing so far happened not long after that. I was sleeping next to the same guy--this time I was laying on my stomach and he was laying on his back next to me. I woke up in the middle of the night for whatever reason again, and while I was still laying on my stomach I looked over at him. Nothing felt off or anything, but as my eyes adjusted I noticed someone sitting on the bed. It looked like a woman who had her hair up in a bun was sitting on the bed next to my companion and facing him, almost as if she was about to check his forehead for a fever. I couldn't see any other distinguishing features besides the hair bun, and at first I thought it was the guy's mom because she always wears her hair in a bun. Even though I didn't initially think it was a ghost or stranger, I groggily thought "what the fuck are you doing in my apartment right now, lady" and started raising myself up so that I was leaning on my elbows and just squinted at the figure (I have god awful eye sight, especially in the dark). I realized that not only was it not his mom, but also I still couldn't see any distinguishable features--just looked like a solid shadow. I mean, I was now about eye level with this "person" not to mention only like a foot or so away from its face. Obviously at that point I'm like "what the fuck" and I start moving to get up as well as wake up my companion. But as soon as I moved and took my eyes off it for a split second, I noticed something change in my peripheral vision and it was suddenly gone and I could see the white wall behind where it had been blocking my view again. I looked around the room, scared that it had just switched sides of the bed again like in my last encounter, but didn't see it again. I didn't bother waking that guy up. I remember just snickering at myself, thinking I was going crazy, and rolling over and forcing myself to fall asleep again because fuck that shit. I don't think that this instance was sleep paralysis because I actually was able to move around and I'm positive I was awake. This is the most unsettling and seemingly real experience I've ever had.
I stopped seeing that guy a couple weeks or so after that incident, and I started sleeping straight up with my bedroom or bathroom light on. I just could not bring myself to sleep in the dark. Even when I had someone sleeping with me I'd turn the TV on. I also got better at finding things to do away from that place. Nothing else of that magnitude happened during the rest of my 6 month lease there. My friend that I'd drink with would still say that she heard footsteps at night, but other than that, the only other weird thing that happened to me personally was on a few occasions I would hear knocking through the floor on my ground floor. It was weird because there was nobody else below me--it was the ground floor. No weird underground storage or whatever for the property, nothing. It didn't happen all the time, but there were maybe 2 or 3 days during my lease where I would hear knocks coming from below the floor and it would go on for hours. Just sounded like someone knocking on a door over and over, and there was no rhythm or anything to the knocks. You could even feel the floor vibrating where it was happening with each knock. Whenever it would happen I would nope outta there and find somewhere else to be for a while.
I still think about that place and what happened there from time to time. I've even looked up if anything ever happened there in the past and couldn't find anything. I've had some experiences at the theater I work at, sure, and I actually have had other small experiences from other apartments I've lived in over the past 5 years too (because of this I thought for a while that maybe something was attached to me) but I've never experienced anything quite like I did in that apartment. Does anyone have thoughts on any of this?
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