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Hey Man!

I have a friend named Peaches who lives in Northern Kentucky and her apartment is haunted.

I’ve always been of the idea that if an apartment is haunted, chances are the whole building was. However, it seems as if the ghost in her place is only in her place.

Probably because this ghost killed himself in what is now her bathroom. It used to be his.

She has had a few encounters with him, and several people have seen him before knowing the place was haunted.

Up until the other day, the only experience I had had with him was feeling electric in the air in the bathroom, feeling his presence. The air was thick, with a chill down the spine.

I’ve only heard one ghost speak before, up until a couple days ago.

I went to the bathroom and just as I was zipping my zipper up I heard someone behind me yell something that sounded like “HEY MAN!”

It happened so fast that I missed it, and the first word came out more like a noise, like maybe an “eh” but it sounded like it started off quiet and got louder. Almost like it flew up on me while it was being said.

The second word sounded just like “man” but it also sounded like it came from right behind me, between me and the bathroom door. And there was only enough room there for a thin person to stand there. That’s how close it was to me. I felt it on my neck.

Also, it wasn’t muffled like it came from the other side of the door, and it was a man’s voice and I was the only guy there.

Now I don’t want to use the bathroom there. Not cause of the ghost, but for the same reason I don’t pee in public. I don’t like other people watching me pee.

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In-Laws Pt. 2

I was out with my in-laws tonight and they got to talking about their apartment building again.

They still continuously smell cooking all the time. Breakfast is a popular one, eggs, sausage, bacon. They also smell baking, like cakes and cookies. Only three of the five apartments are rented out, and they all know each other, so they’ll text or call each other and ask if they’re cooking to find out they’re not.

My MIL says her bed shakes sometimes while she’s trying to sleep. She yells that they better be rocking her to sleep if they’re going to go through all that. Then it stops. Sometimes.

She also saw a woman with brown hair in a white dress walking out of her bathroom one night, and then she faded away.

She came home once and smelled heavy cigar smoke in her living room. She had to light five incense sticks to get rid of the smell.

Here’s the one that got me. This is one of the few things that creeps me out.

My aunt in-law said about a week ago she was sitting around watching TV and she felt something sharp poking her, so she checked it out and found what appeared to be the very tip of a baby’s finger nail, as if it had been trimmed. It had red nail polish on it. The only babies that have been in that apartment have never had nail polish on, and the one that spends the most time there is a boy. And even then it hasn’t been in a long time.

That prompted the MIL to speak up again and say that her and one other tenant also hears a baby crying, all the time. Said when it happens it lasts a long time, and it’s usually at different times of night. Aunt in-law doesn’t ever hear it. But there’s nobody near them who has a baby, including in their building, yet they say it sounds like it’s coming from in the building.

No thanks. I don’t do ghost babies. That’s creepy AF.

The TMS House

A long-time friend of mine, whom I’ll call TMS, recently told me about the house where she and her husband live and how they’ve had some ghostly activity there. Back when we were in high school, when I first met her, I knew the house she lived in then was haunted (and still is, her mother still lives there), and I might get to some stories of that house as well, one day.

The conversation started when I told her about my alcohol wipe disappearing. She told me how her husband was sitting on their couch one day messing with his cell phone. When he got up he went to grab the phone and it was gone. She said they searched all over the living room, literally took the couch apart, but turned up nothing. He went without his phone until a week later when TMS noticed the phone on top of the refrigerator. It was still on and had a 46% charge left.

She told me that they hear what sounds like females having a conversation, all the time. They don’t have any neighbors that would cause that, so this one is still a mystery.

The back door doesn’t like to stay closed either. I know how that is.

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The Inn Pt. 14

My wife was at work the other night when a couple of things happened to her.

First, she was making her lunch in the microwave in the tiny office behind the front desk where she works. Only her and her coworker were there, the security guy was out doing his rounds. Her food cooked and she took it out, then shut the door to the microwave. She went and sat down at the front desk next to her coworker and a minute later, the microwave door slammed shut again.

A little while later she went to the bathroom. I’ve talked about how creepy those bathrooms are, and they are connected by a single entry or foyer. There are two water fountains there, then you turn left for the women’s, or right for the men’s. So naturally if the men’s room is creepy, then surely the women’s has to have stuff going on too, right?

She had finished her business and washed her hands. Suddenly she heard a woman laughing loudly, and she said it sounded as if the woman was right on the other side of the wall near the water fountains. With her hands still wet, she walked around the wall to see who it was, since it was late at night and the woman was very loud.

Only she never found the woman. She checked the men’s room, up and down the hall, the lobby. No woman.

The Inn Pt. 12

Well, the Inn’s been busy lately. And I don’t mean from guests. Although they’ve been that, too.

My wife just startled me to tell me she couldn’t believe she forgot to tell me this. Last night her reports printed, so she went down to the first floor to get them. When she came back, she was waiting at the elevator. For whatever reason, the music that typically plays constantly right there was off, and things were quiet.

Suddenly, she heard a man behind her say loudly, “I didn’t tell you my name!” She spun around and nobody was there. Anywhere.

What’s interesting about this is, it happened at exactly 3:45 AM. What was said makes it more interesting.

You might remember I told you about how the phone at the front desk rang and when she answered it nobody was there. The call came from the GM’s office. The second time it rang that night was at that host kiosk at the top of the steps, also from the GM’s office, also dead air. And there was nobody in the GM’s office to make those calls. The second call, at the top of the steps, came at exactly 3:45 AM.

The bottom of those steps is exactly where my wife was standing while waiting on the elevator. And apparently, whoever called from inside the GM’s office was upset that she never gave him a chance to tell her his name.

Looks like 3:45 is when I’m going to be doing some investigating the next time I’m there over night with her, which will be in two days.

The Inn Pt. 11

Tonight, just one night after my bathroom experience, I stopped in to get my wife from work at around 3:30 AM. She told me about something that had happened just a couple hours before.

She was sitting at the front desk with her supervisor. The security guy was behind them in his little office. They didn’t have the music on in the lobby like they normally do. There was no activity going on with any guests anywhere, and the place was silent. The only maintenance man working at that time was at the other end of the hotel.

Near the steps that go from the lobby down to the first floor is a restaurant, and it’s closed at night. Apparently, the ghosts hanging out at this particular place like to hang out in this restaurant.

At night when everything closes down, they all have gates they close, much like stores in a mall. The one for this restaurant doesn’t come down, it has to be pulled from either wall, and the two gates meet in the middle, where they are then locked. When the gate is being opened or closed, it makes a lot of noise.

Sometimes they are left unlocked so that the night staff can get into that restaurant and get drinks. My wife told me while she was at work the other night she went over to that restaurant to get drinks, and she opened the gate big enough for her to get through. She left it that way, and headed in.

When she came back, the gate was completely closed. It wasn’t locked, but she hadn’t heard it move, and there was nobody around to shut it.
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The Inn Pt. 10

Last night I had another experience in the lobby bathroom. I’ve mentioned before how the paper towel dispenser will dispense towels when nobody is waving their hand in front of it, or even in the bathroom. Well, since then I’ve come to the realization that those things are faulty and will do that on their own. Just like those toilets that flush on their own will also flush at weird times. Sure, even the sink that runs water by itself will do it from time to time.

Last night, however, was something completely different, and something I’ve never experienced there. Or anywhere, for that matter.

I was the only one in there. I went to the very last stall, as I always do, and shut the door. I began doing my business. Number one, if it matters. Behind me I heard what sounded like a heavy breath, but not really from a person. It was almost a breathy growl. I heard the door creak behind me, as if someone were leaning on it. From the outside, it pulls open, not pushes open. It didn’t sound like someone pulling on it, just leaning on it.

In this bathroom, unless you’re a ninja, you’ll be heard walking in. I heard nobody walk in.

Yet I was sure someone was on the other side of the door. That breath was unmistakable. And I’ve used that bathroom so many times now, I know the regular sounds that can be heard in there. That was the first time I’ve ever heard this sound.
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