The Apartment on Lemon Street

Spirits have been around me my entire life. I am what people call a sensitive. I sense them and can see them from time to time. From the time I was a baby, they have been almost drawn to me. My family moved around quite a bit, and each house was haunted by something. I remember being terrified as a child, especially since I couldn't explain it to my parents. My mother doesn't sense them or see them, and she completely denies they exist, so I was unable to talk to her about them. My dad didn't want to scare me as a child, but he has confirmed a lot of what happened to me now that I am an adult. I guess it makes me feel less crazy. The apartment I am currently moving out of is what my story is about.

I live in an apartment that was built in 1915. Almost everything is still from that era, which makes plumbing and electricity a nightmare. It's a large one bedroom place. When you enter the front door, you are in the living room. At the end of the room, there is a door way to the kitchen and one to the hallway. There is also a large closet on the right wall of the living room. When you walk into the kitchen, there is a door way to the hall immediately to your right. The kitchen large, with the cabinets on the wall in front of you, the sink and counters on the wall to your left. The fridge and stove are both on the wall directly to your left. If you go down the hall, there is an opening on your left that leads to the bathroom and bedroom. If you continue down the hallway you enter the laundry room.
There is a door to the backyard in that room.

From the first night that I moved in, I felt something. My fiance and I slept on an air mattress the first night. I woke up to the feeling of something watching me. I didn't see anyone, but I could feel the spirit in the room. When we got up the next day, I decided to keep it to myself and not scare my fiance. He never had any experiences with ghosts until we got together. Since then, he has been easing into the fact that they are around us. After we moved in, I would feel it in the hall at night, but tried to disregard it. I don't care if they are there, as long as they leave me alone.

Little things started to happen like things going missing, only to turn up right where we left them, even though we had checked the place moments earlier. When you were doing dishes in the kitchen, it would feel like someone is standing in the doorway to the hall watching you.

The girl who lives in the apartment above me went on vacation for a week. No one was in her apartment, yet my fiance and I would be woken up in the morning to footsteps and things shifting around up there. It was so bad one morning that I swore she was in the apartment and even mentioned to another neighbor that I thought she had come back. She wasn't and didn't return for another 2 weeks, yet the noises continued.

The spirit is a male, I can sense that, and it is either very protective of me, or just doesn't like other males. My fiance and I started having issues this summer, which we have since resolved. Things got really bad for a while and he started being attacked by the spirit. It only happened when I wasn't around him. One night, he got up to go to the bathroom and came back in with scratches on his stomach. He was freaked out because he said he just felt a burning feeling and when he raised his shirt he saw the scratches. He also told me that after I went to work one morning, he was in the shower and something hit the shower curtain from the outside, he freaked out and quickly got out, dressed and left the house.

There were times where I would fall asleep on the couch in the living room, only to be awakened to the feeling of someone standing over you. This happened to my fiance and my dad also. When it happened to my dad, he searched through the house because he was so certain that someone had broken in. He didn't find anyone, but he slept with a hammer under his pillow, just in case it came back.

The last night I slept there was the worst. It was last Thursday. My fiance was at his parents' house for the night, packing up some stuff to move to the new place. I went to bed as normal. I closed the door, as I always do. I had a dream that I woke up and the room was dark. I reached for my cell phone, only to see that it had completely died. I reached for my work cell, and the same thing. That's when I heard something laugh from under my bed I freaked out and jumped out of bed, towards the door, which was open. When I got to the door, I saw someone under the bed. I ran into the bathroom, closed the door and woke up. I was in bed, but I could feel it in the room. I tried to go back to bed, but I felt something walk across the bottom of the bed. I turned on a light and the TV, and didn't sleep the rest of the night.

The next morning, I got up extra early and left for work. I am not looking forward to going back to get the rest of our stuff, but we are doing it this weekend. I just know whatever is there, isn't happy that I am leaving. Hopefully, it will just let us move stuff and not hurt anyone. I hope the next people who live there don't have to deal with what we have had to deal with living there.