Welcome to the first edition of #Ghoststories, where I tell/post everybody else’s stories of their brush with the supernatural–because I don’t have any ghost stories of my own. Yep, that’s right: all supernatural happenings cease in my presence. It’s a gift. -.-
Below is the story of the closest I’ve come to a supernatural experience. Enjoy!
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My family’s apartment was haunted. I had long moved away from home by the time my Mom and two sisters started living there, but from the minute they moved in, weird stuff started happening. In fact, some of the weird stuff that had happened in their previous home followed them to this new apartment.
So, one night, my husband and I were visiting and decided to stay the night. I was asleep on an air mattress in the living room, with the hubby tucked in beside me. He was awake, watching television while I dozed when he heard someone in the small kitchen just across the way. Assuming it was my mom, he turned to tell her about the cool thing he’d just seen on the T.V.
But there was nobody there.
He then watched the freezer door open, and the kitchen faucet turn on ALL BY THEMSELVES.
He turned off the T.V., sunk down beneath the covers, squeezed his eyes shut, and forced himself to go to sleep.
He told us what had happened the next morning. My Mom just nodded and replied with a story of her own. Then my sister shared one of her stories–and my other sister shared hers.
My hubby never spent the night in that apartment again.
