My current apartment is the upstairs of an old train station. The underground railroad also has deep roots in our area. There are still houses with sliding bookcases that reveal hidden rooms and passageways between rooms.
When we moved into our apartment, I didn't spend a lot of time there since I was constantly working. I would pretty much wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep. Sweetheart would stay up much later than me. It seems that because of that, it took me quite a while to put a few things together. This apartment is definately haunted. I first realized it when Sweetheart left on Thanksgiving to go to his parents house and I stayed home. I was thrilled to have the evening to myself, and watched television and went to bed. The way the apartment is set up, there is a spiral staircase that leads to the apartment, then the apartment is a long, straight shot with the bedroom at the far end. There are no doors, except for the bathroom, which is near the entrance, and you can see from one end to the apartment to the other with no probem.
So anyway, I'm home, lying in bed, and I a door open and close, then footsteps. I figured that Sweetheart was coming home early to suprise me, so I flip over and look down the apartment. Noone. No big deal, maybe my ears are playing tricks on me or the apartment is creaking. So I roll back over. A little while later, I hear it again. Clearly, a door opening and closing and heavy footsteps coming towards the bedroom. I flip over again. Nothing. So, I went downstairs to the business, but noone was there. I checked the main door and it was locked, and I was starting to get spooked. I went back to bed, but not before checking the bathroom door, which was still wide open. I finally fell asleep, but I was a bit weirded out.
A few days later, I mentioned to Sweetheart that I had heard some strange things while he was gone. His response, "Yeah, the footsteps."
"What? You heard them too?"
"Yeah, all the time."
"Do you hear the--"
"Door opening and closing. Yeah."
"Have you seen anything?"
"The shadows move. All the time." He was completely right, the shadows do move. I had been catching things out of the corner of my eye for months, but didn't think anything of it.
I asked him if it freaked him out and he said that he had settled it months ago. Turns out, he kept hearing the door and footsteps at night and just asked the ghost to keep it down.
The other strange thing about this apartment is how loud the noise is in the livingroom, but the bedroom is silent. The bedroom would have been above the stationmaster's office, but the livingroom is above the area where passengers waited for trains. At night, the building creaks, groans, taps, clicks and pings, which is all very loud in the livingroom, but not able to be heard at all from the bedroom, less than three feet away with no door separating them. It is really strange. In fact, something really weird happened with the noises this morning. I woke up at 5:00 am, but didn't need to be up until 6:00, so I went into the livingroom and laid down on the couch. I said out loud that I was going to need a wake up call at six. Sure enough, at six, the livingroom noise became rediculously loud. There were creaks, pings, taps, everything, all louder than normal. I woke up, said thanks, and walked into the bedroom to look at the clock. 6:00 am exactly. The rest of the morning the noises were quiet. At least they take requests...