Guest Blogger - Her Haunted Apartment

Her Haunted Apartment
Guest Blogger Jozette Aaron wrote up some happenings for me. I think readers will find them hauntingly interesting! To find out more about Jozette, check out her homepage at: http://www.theauthorsdesk.net

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I haven't really spoken much about the spirit I used to have living with me. I moved before I could really get to know her. I thought she would follow me but she didn't.

I don't know why I thought it was a she; I guess it was just the feeling of it being female. She would appear in the doorway to my bedroom. She floated about 12 inches off of the floor and looked like a gossamer column standing there. I couldn't really make out facial features although I do know that the deeper into a meditative state I allowed myself to get, the clearer she became but, I am terrible at meditation. I can't shut off the mind chatter to retain the state long enough to do any good.

This went on for months before I moved. I lived in that apartment for 12 years yet she appeared only months before I left there. She wasn't the only spirit in the apartment and those others were mischief makers. We had several incidents that made me feel as though I had ticked them off and I don't know how. There were also the playful ones.

In one incident...I was sitting in a chair, reading and all of a sudden the hall light started to flicker. I assumed it was the bulb about to go out so I got up and went to change it. I had to stand on a step-stool to reach the socket so I switched the light off before I climbed up the three steps. The light went out and I unscrewed the bulb. I put in the new bulb and it came on. I knew I had turned the switch to the off position beforehand but I reached down to make sure and sure enough the switch was still in the off position. Thinking there was a problem with the outlet; I took out the new bulb and replaced it with the old one. It did not come on. I turned the switch to the on position and it still didn't come on so I left it as is and decided to call the super to check the outlet in the morning. I returned to my book.

I no sooner got into the story again when the light came on! As I got up to check the switch, it went off again. When I started back to my seat, the light came on one more time. Finally, I yelled "Go to God and let me finish my book!" The light went out one last time, the spirit was gone.

The next morning, the super said there was nothing wrong with the outlet and the bulb was a good one. It went out when switched off and came on when switched on. The bulb worked in that socket for several months after that.

In yet another incident, I was washing dishes...my two youngest sons were in the back bedroom. All of a sudden, the glass mug I was washing exploded in my hand...and I mean exploded into a million pieces. The sound was so loud, my boys came running to see what had happened and found me standing there with a bloodied hand, glass everywhere. They asked if I had hit my hand against something while holding the mug and I knew I hadn't. I was holding a sponge in one hand and the mug in another and was just about to turn on the tap to rinse when it happened.

There was one time when I could smell pipe tobacco, cherrywood to be precise because it is what my father smoked. We never got along; I hadn't seen him in close to 30 years before he died. I felt that it was him and all I could think to say was, "You didn't bother to seek me out when you were live so don't come looking for me now!" Lord...what did I say that for? True to his nature, the evil thing filled my lungs with that smoke so much so that I had to run from the apartment into the hall to breathe. I found myself choking and then gasping for air, the scent of that pipe tobacco was so heavy. I stayed in the hall for a good ten minutes. When I returned, he was gone and so was the scent. He has never come back and if he has, it was without his pipe and without me knowing about it.

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Thanks Jay! Spooky stuff!