Center City House
Approximately 7 or 8 years ago, a friend of mine was renting a make-shift apartment in Center City Philadelphia. The apartment was on the 2nd floor of a 3 story row-house. The man who owned the house was a little eccentric and had gates that once stood in an old English cemetery adorning his kitchen doorway. Well the owner had a sister who died of cancer while living on the 3rd floor of this house. Then after she died there was a mysterious fire that destroyed the 3rd floor. It was while he was renovating this area that my friend Matt was living in the house. The first time I walked up the old wooden staircase I felt very disturbed but I was unsure why.
I spent many nights sleeping across the hall from my friends small apartment in what could be described as a library. It was hard to sleep because of noises I would hear from upstairs. Then of course, the feelings of being watched. It was creepy. Then one night Matt’s girlfriend was downstairs making dinner and Matt and I were on the bed watching TV. From the bed you had a clear view of the TV and Door to the apartment. Well, the door opened about 6 inches, then closed again. Almost like someone was peeking in on us. It was not Matt’s girlfriend because we were speaking to her while she was below us in the kitchen. Well I turned to Matt and asked if he had seen the door open and close, he said yes and was a little nervous about it. Then one night Matt was working and his girlfriend and I were laying on the bed watching TV when the power went out completely. We could not see a thing but we both clearly heard the door to the apartment open and close again. Talk about freaked out, we just held each other for about 2 minutes until the lights came back on. Nothing was in the room and no one else was in the house. Needless to say, Matt did not live there for much longer.
In 1996 I lived in a nice apartment complex in Bensalem, PA. I was only 21 and my roommate and I had a lot of parties. I don’t recall the sequence of events that took place but I remember being in my bedroom which was in the back of the apartment. From my room, I had a clear view of the hallway straight into the living room. Now at this time, no one lived under us or on either side. It was nice, we could be loud.
Well one night while I was home alone, I heard the front door open and someone clearly walk into the living room. I was in my bedroom and looked down the hall, no one was there. I called out to my roommate and no one answered. No one was there.
On another night, I was watching TV in the living room with my cat Mobo. He was running around like crazy, he was always a little nuts. Well he started jumping at the wall, so I looked over and saw the shadow of a head on the wall, I turned and looked towards the window and there was nothing there that could have given off that shadow. I looked back at the wall and the head was gone. I turned on all the lights and stayed up until my roommate came home. Not too much else would happen until I was moving out. I had two of my friends at the time Sean and Sam help me clean the apartment. Well Sam fell asleep on the couch and Sean was cleaning the kitchen. I was scrubbing out the bathtub. Sean walks into the bathroom and says, "there is something weird, happening in the kitchen". I thought he was just high, so I said, okay I will do the kitchen, you take the bathroom. Well I started cleaning the kitchen and opened one drawer and turned around to do something else. Well sure enough, when I turned back to the drawer, it would be closed. The same thing kept happening to the cabinets. I was a little freaked out. so we took a break. As we both sat down on the couch that was facing the entire apartment, out of nowhere the chandelier in the small dining area, started swaying back and forth. Neither one of us moved it and there was no wind in the apartment that could have made it start swaying. Then it just stopped.
Now I have heard that places that have a lot of activity, such as our apartment, may still hold onto some residual energy. Perhaps that is what could have caused all of this strange activity or perhaps we had some friendly spirits who wanted to hang out. I never felt threatened in any way, just a little spooked.