The Ghost

I consider myself somewhat of a level-headed person. I mean, sure, there was the time I thought I was getting arrested when a house party got busted (by 'house party' I mean there was 5 of us there and only 2 people were drinking. I was not one of them). And the time we thought Christa was missing, so we organized a search party at 3 in the morning, spanning several city blocks. Only to find out she went for a walk with a friend.

I also love scary movies. So when Paranormal Activity 2 came out, I wanted to see it. I got Lindsay to go with me, and when it was over, we both agreed that it was definitely not the scariest movie ever. While still a little spooked, I went to bed that night with little problems. In fact, nothing started until the next night, when I was driving home from clinicals and I get a text from Christa asking if our camel statue (please don't ask...just accept that we had a camel statue and move on) had been murdered before or after I left for clinical.

Yup. He was laying on our living room floor, with his head shattered. Now, you might or might not know, the apartments we live in, we have aptly named "The Projects." I was actually more convinced that one of the felons we live with had somehow gained access to our apartment. Because there was literally no way Claude (yeah. he has a name, too...) could have fallen off the table on his own. We have no pets, the windows weren't open, and it wasn't against a wall facing a neighbor.

So whatever. I'm now a little frightened. But it's been quiet-ish for two days. And Troy had come to stay for the weekend, which made me feel a lot better. He went up to Grand Forks on Saturday, so I spent the evening keeping Linds company while she was sick, and then visiting Gongoll. When we got back to our apartment, Christa's clothes bar in her closet had fallen down. But the interesting part was how it looked like it had been taken out of the wall, and not just bending from too many clothes. I freaked out. I wanted to go stay anywhere else. But Christa said she was going to bed, and I couldn't be bested (I also didn't want her to get possessed while I was gone. I had seen Paranormal Activity).

Troy came back the next night. I was feeling a little braver since I had lived the night before. But just as we were all in our own respective rooms, I heard a loud crash in Christa's room again. A picture had fallen off her wall. I lost said bravery and slept with Troy in the living room. Funny how quickly that happens, isn't it. Since then, I've seen the dishwasher turn on by itself. Twice. Which is quite the feat, since you have to turn a dial for it to go. At least our ghost is being helpful, right?

I won't sleep in my apartment alone. Luckily I haven't really had to. I was going to try to one night...but didn't. I'm not really sure what I'm afraid of. I don't believe in ghosts (which makes this whole blog somewhat of an oxymoron). But I also know the ex-con down the hallway certainly isn't coming in here to be "helpful." I've emailed friends at 3 in the morning when I was too scared to sleep. And felt really dumb in the morning when all I had to say was, "Well, I lived the night."

When Christa talked to our landlord, she mentioned it in passing, thinking it was funny. He got super nervous, clammed up, and didn't wanna talk about it. Which means one of two things. Either someone else has had this problem in the past, or someone died in our apartment. Or, I guess, maybe Jeffy-kins the landlord is just a little afraid of ghosts.

I'll keep you updated. At the very least, maybe he can at least still help clean our apartment.