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October 03, 2005
i see dead people - installment 1
MS. Knees has me all giddy for Halloween, my favorite holiday, in my favorite month.
Grumpy asked me to marry him at our favorite club, the night before Halloween. He asked me one night early because he was dressing as a cheerleader that year he was afraid that while bending down on one knee, he might inadvertently expose his pom-poms, if you know what I mean.
Little Bear was supposed to be born on the 26th (silly me thought I could hold him in until Halloween) but he had to come out early so he will be three on Monday the 10th.
Anyway, in honor of these things, this will be the first entry in a series I will be calling... I see Dead People. All month long I will tell stories of the freaky things that have happened to me.
Here goes:
Grumpy and I used to live in an apartment building that was always a little creepy. It was too quiet, drafty and the tenants really kept to themselves. It wasn't very old or anything, as it was built in the 60's, but the whole thing was built into the side of a hill with stairwells on either end of the building. It had a main entry and two side entry security doors. This meant you and your next door neighbor could technically enter the building through two different doors, go up different stairwells and never run into each other.
We had a one bedroom, one bathroom with a large walk in closet. From childhood I could not go to sleep unless the closet door was tightly closed. I had to keep the closet monsters at bay. But in this apartment I couldn't sleep if the closet door was closed. I felt like I couldn't breathe if the door was closed. I even put a stereo speaker in front of the door to make sure that it stayed open. I hated that closet.
Sometimes we could smell a flowery perfume smell in the closet but we could never figure out where it was coming from.
The bathroom butted up to the back of the closet and sometimes when standing at the sink we would feel like someone was watching us.
Many times when we would be sitting on the couch we would look toward the hallway because we thought that someone was watching us or we thought that out of the corner of our eye we saw someone walk out of the bedroom, passing the bathroom and out the front door.
Once when Grumpy's sister and boyfriend came to visit they had gone sight seeing and got back to the apartment before we got home from work. They said when they entered the apartment every single cupboard and drawer in the kitchen were wide open. I never had that happen but I believe them.
We were never scared but sometimes the hair on my arms would stand up and I'd feel a little freaked out. One night after we had lived there about six months, I was chatting with the apartment manager (also our next door neighbor) about how strange the building was and how creepy it could feel sometimes, especially at night. She says to me, "Well it doesn't help that someone was murdered in your apartment."
Excuse me?
She tells me that as it turns out that there was a young couple that lived in our apartment about three to four years before we moved in. The girl was 20, a topless dancer, and several months pregnant. The boyfriend was a jealous, girl beater. She had kicked him out several times and had tried to get a restraining order against him. He came to the apartment one day and found her with another man. He went into a rage, and killed them both. They have never found the man's body (as far as I could tell from the newspaper articles I found).
As for this poor girl, Susan, he choked her with a telephone cord and put her body into a soft-sided suitcase and locked her in the walk-in closet. Truly, I almost fainted when I heard that part. She was reported missing after several days and the police had to bust down the door to find her body in the suitcase, in the closet.
My closet.
Posted by bugg at October 3, 2005 05:39 PM
Comments
I'm hoping that's when you put in your notice that you were moving out. I can't believe the apt. manager told you that, what a moron. I have some good ghost stories to tell you, too.
My previous apartment building had one murder and one death (they didn't find the body until the neighbors complained of flies and smells). But we never told the people that lived in that apartment.
Posted by: melanie at October 3, 2005 11:55 PM
Holy Crap!! I would have had a heart attack and moved into a hotel. We had a nutjob guy that told us he could see an angry old man in a rocking chair in out living room. This was when Brian, Robert, Jason and I were all rooming together. Freaky..
Posted by: Chastity Edlefson at October 4, 2005 06:52 AM
First of all, let me say that "Ms. Knees" also makes me giddy, but probably for a completely different reason (and probably the monniker comes from a completely different place).
Now about your ghost story: that's so not how I think. If my closet smelled like perfume and I couldn't figure out why, I would assume it was coming through the vent from the neighbors. If all my cupboard doors were open, I would assume someone had been in my house. It would just never occur to me to even consider something supernatural.
Posted by: Armaedes at October 4, 2005 07:53 AM
melanie - actually we lived in the building for another 5 years after that, even after the guy under us overdosed and was in his bed dead for days before his senile grandmother finally noticed. super!
chas - it was weird to be there but instead of being afraid it just made me very sad for that poor girl.
armaedes- i think miss knees makes everyone giddy for the same reason, cause she's hot! i've always believed in ghosts and have had too many things happen not to believe. and there just weren't any other explanations for all the things that happened.
Posted by: bugg at October 4, 2005 08:58 AM
Before I get started, happy early birthday to little bear and ::blush:: thanks for the compliment. I needed it. I was having an “I feel like hammered shit” day.
Now onto your post: LOVE IT!!!! First, you *do* know I’m obsessed with ghosts, right!!!??? Ob-sessed! What trips me about this is how you still picked up on that young woman’s residual energy. How fucking rad is that!? Whew! This stuff get me all kinds of worked up. Keep them coming!
Posted by: Ms Bees Knees at October 4, 2005 08:01 PM
oh bees- you know you are the bomb, don't deny it!
thanks i'll give the little man a squueze for you.
and ME TOOO- obsessed. I want to take a haunted tour of america. doesn't that sound fun?? more stories soon. there is some even weirded shit about her.
Posted by: bugg at October 5, 2005 07:51 AM