In 1998 I was living in Atlanta, GA (USA). My room mate
and I had known each other from back home in South Africa,
and were now living together in Apartment 108, (I will
leave out the name of the complex to protect them). All
was well and in the beginning the apartment had a nice
warm feel to it. My parents arrived and his parents
shortly after that and everyone told us that it was a
great place and had a great feel to it.
One night my
girlfriend Wendy came over and was watching T.V. I was in
the shower and heard her screaming, I ran out and found
her in the lounge, white as a sheet and crying, she told me
that she was watching T.V. and in the glass reflection she
saw someone looking at her with the most evil stare, I
told her she was imagining things and she must relax.
One night I had just got into bed and turned off my lights, I
normally lie in one position and then started tossing and
turning to get comfortable, I was lying facing the window,
and rolled over to get more comfortable, as I rolled over
in the corner of my room just staring at me was the most
evil thing I have ever seen in my life. It wasn't so much
the look but, the evil and hatred radiating off it that was
so scary. I was paralysed with fear. I then jumped out of
my bed and started running for my room mate screaming, "Gavin, Gavin, get out of the apartment the
devil is in my room!!!" Gavin, came running out his room,
fell down and just started crying from the fear and the
presence you could feel in the apartment.
That night two grown men slept in the same bed.
I started sleeping out at Wendy's as often as I could because I did not feel
comfortable being in the apartment. One night while at
Wendy's the phone rang and it was Gavin on the other line,
saying that he was watching T.V. and he saw something in
the reflection glaring at him. We decided to move out and
although our lease was not up, we had no trouble getting
out of the lease, which I found quite strange as once you
have signed you are in for the duration of the lease.
About a year went buy and Gavin had bought a house, Wendy
and I were a thing of the past and I was on a date, anyway
after a few drinks the conversation lead to ghosts, I told
the girl about what happened and where we used to live,
all of a sudden she asked if it was apartment 108, I was
shocked and told her it was, she then told that she had
worked in the leasing office at that particular apartment
complex, not too long after she arrived there, the young
girl who used to live in that apartment committed
suicide, her body was only found when she failed to pay
the rent. My blood ran cold.