One day, 6 years ago, my friends and I were hanging out
outside of a tall apartment building in the middle of
Chinatown, New York. This building is notorious for having
a history of suicides as it is easily the tallest building
in Chinatown, and as such is the subject of countless
haunting rumors. Being the skeptical rebels that all
teenagers are at this age, we laughed these rumors off as
stories meant to scare children.
We were waiting on our friend, Ernie, who was doing his
laundry in the laundry room upstairs. After about 15
minutes he comes running out of the doors pale and short of
breath.
We asked him "what the heck is up with you"? Panting and wild
in the eyes, he told us, "Man, I was just washing my
clothes when I felt a breeze through the room." We laughed
at this and said, "You wuss."
He glares at us and says, "That ain't what scared me. There
was no one in the room and I swear I heard a little girl's
voice whisper "nyeh nyeh-nyeh nyeh-nyeh nyeh" (a child's
taunt).
We conferred about this as Ernie isn't one to lie about
things like these. We all decided to go with him to check
out the laundry room. There were about 5 of us so we didn't
worry about anything that might happen.
The second we stepped off the elevator, everyone already
felt a bit eerie and uncomfortable. So we made our way
slowly to the laundry room, peered inside and didn't see
anything. Being the adventurous (stupid) kids we were, we
decided to stay there with him until he finished washing
his clothes.
10 minutes went by and nothing happened! We all thought
Ernie was going nuts at this point but we just shut up and
left after he was done getting his clothes. The elevators
were slow that day so we decided to go down the stairs.
We decided to stop and take a cigarette break in the
staircase. As we began to light them, a breeze started.
Thinking nothing of it we continued to light our smokes.
When the first cigarette was fully lit, the breeze
intensified, and rushed past all of us. It was like gust of
wind suddenly shot through us all then as quickly as it
came, it was gone, quicker than a snap of a finger. As the
wind went past I felt a "touch" of some sort like almost a
tugging on my pants.
I asked if anyone touched me and they all said no. When we
looked around, and we hadn't heard any doors opening or
closing. (we were on the fourth floor) All the doors were
closed tightly and no wind could possibly get in. We looked
at each other and ran SCREAMING from the building!
I wasn't scared after the initial shock wore off, I began
wondering who that little girl could have been. I've heard
countless stories from friends and relatives who live in
the building but nothing more than rumors.
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