Haunted Apartment Building

So I am a 20 year old female college student and live in a large 6 story apartment building. Despite being built only two years ago, that doesn’t stop my apartment from having a creepy past..

Besides costing an arm and a leg for rent, and the occasional obnoxious drunk resident (I’ve been awoken to a shirtless dude yelling “USA” and shotgunning a beer outside my window before) I love my apartment building and have lived there the entirety of the two years since it was built. To get a better idea of my building, it has 6th floors and is about the length of a football field. It’s massive. The thing that throws people off (and always gets my friends lost) is that it just has one long hallway with separate wings leading off of it. Besides being ridiculously long and narrow, the hallway isn’t perfectly straight, it kind of curves and has weird columns that stick out at weird intervals, making it impossible to see all the way down to the end of it. At each end of the hallway is an elevator. I live on the 6th floor.

Like I said, I have lived here for two years, but this past summer, something started to feel different there. I can’t really explain it, but you know how certain places just make you feel a certain way or have certain “vibes?” Well, the “vibe” here definitely changed. I started to notice it over the summer. Much to my relief, most of the kids who stay here go home over breaks, so the entire building is much quieter. In the past, during breaks I loved being able to walk the long hallways and not run into a single person, and being able to park wherever I wanted in the garage, but for the first time since I had stayed here, I would get creeped out when I was alone at night.

This creepy feeling started out as just getting a feeling like I was being followed or watched when walking down the hallway when no one was there. Or being in the elevators late at night and having them take longer than usual to open or open on random floors despite me not having pushed the button. I could never put my finger on what it was, and it was diminished once school started up again and it was filled once more with the hustle and bustle of college kids and the creepy energy was forgotten.

Until I was talking to another resident, who told me that during spring finals week of last year, a resident killed herself in her apartment-right around the time that things started to feel weird in my building. Upon further investigation, I found out that she had lived in apartment 514. The apartment right below mine. What was strange is that, though my bedroom is right next to a maintenance storage closet, I always hear a girls voice talking like it’s on the other side, even though I know for a fact that there isn’t an apartment next to mine. So, a little creepy. I always figured it was just sound travelling through the ventilation system, even though that didn’t add up. Aside from that, it wasn’t until recently that things escalated.

Two instances stand out as being extremely odd.

The first being that, on more than one occasion, I have come home (completely sober) I might add, gone up to the 6th floor, apartment 614, and unlocked my front door. Totally normal every day task. Until I walk through the doorway, and I’m not in my apartment..I’m in apartment 514. Only once have I walked in to the apartment and seen someone there, some girl about my age doing her homework on her computer, looking just as surprised as I was. After apologizing and leaving, I KNEW it wasn’t a case of me absent mindedly walking into the wrong apartment, for two reasons. The first is that in an attempt to be healthy I’ve started taking the stairs instead of the elevators. Since I’m on the 6th floor the stairs end on my floor, so there’s really no way to accidentally come out on the wrong floor. The second is that my key unlocked the door every time this has happened. The keys are personalized to each apartment, and my key wouldn’t be able to unlock the door to apartment 514. To validate this, I’ve tried, and it doesn’t work. I don’t really have any way of explaining this at all.

The second weird thing happened to both my roommate and me. In our building, the fire alarms are pulled or accidentally set off frequently. Because of this I almost never actually evacuate, and just wait in my apartment for them to turn off. Stupid, I know, but I have yet to see a real fire cause the alarms to go off. My roommate, a sweet, play-by-the-rules, type A personality, moved in this past semester and isn’t used to this, so when the alarms went off she came into my room in a panic. She was convinced that we had to evacuate, and despite trying to explain to her my experience with the alarms, I finally decided to humor her because she was so worried. At this point the alarms had been going off for about 15 minutes, so almost everyone had already had time to leave the building. We walked down the now empty hallway towards the elevator. Until we got to the door at the end of the hallway. That’s right. The door. If you remember, my hallway has an elevator at each end. But right where the elevator should have been was a single door. My roommate and I both looked at each other, confused. I thought maybe I had just underestimated how long my hallway was, and reached for the door to open it. “No don’t!!!” my roommate grabbed my hand, “This is weird I don’t like it.” I rolled my eyes, thinking she was overreacting, despite being puzzled myself. I was determined to prove that everything was fine, and swung the door open..

And on the other side, more hallway. We both peered through, unable to comprehend the situation that kept getting weirder and weirder. Again, you can’t see down to the end of my hallway because of the weird shape, so we started walking hurriedly towards what was hopefully the end of the hallway, and the elevator as the door we just walked through swung shut behind us. At the end of this hallway, another door. At this point, I was getting frustrated and also just plain weirded out and my roommate was at the point of crying. We were practically running down hallway after hallway, through door after door. I don’t know how long this went on for. It felt like forever, but was probably only 5 or so minutes. It was just so weird and we were in such a frenzy, and the claustrophobia-inducing hallways weren’t helping. Finally, I stopped, afraid we were going to get lost in the never ending loop of hallways. “Let’s just go back,” I suggested. We both turned and opened the door we had just come through, which unsurprisingly opened to yet another long strip of hallway. But this time, as we neared the end of this hallway, we were back to where we started, right in front of our apartment building. As if on cue, the fire alarms stopped, and we could hear the evacuated mobs of impatient residents complaining while making their journeys back to their apartments. My roommate and I both looked at each other in disbelief. What the hell had just happened? We went back to look for the door, which was now gone. In it’s place was just a normal looking elevator.

I have never had such a weird experience in my life. I don’t know if this is the result of a paranormal entity, now a resident here for eternity, or if it falls under more of a glitch in the matrix sort of thing, but either way, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain the things that go on in my apartment building.

Haunted New Mexico

This story is about an experience I had during a road trip that I and my boyfriend, Max, at the time took this past summer. Some background about us, we were both 20 years old at the time, and Max has always been a skeptic when it comes to anything concerning the paranormal.

That being said, we took this road trip to New Mexico for the annual UFO convention (I’m a dork, I know.) Us being broke college kids, we stayed with my great aunt and uncle during our stay as we couldn’t afford a hotel. My aunt and uncle live in a typical New Mexico style house, which is only one story but with a large layout. My uncle is a doctor and travels quite frequently. Because of that, their house is full of different trinkets, from handmade dolls, woven bowls, and art from Peru or Brazil to tapestries and masks from Africa. Yeah, you know where this is going.

Both my aunt and uncle are very religious Christians, and because of this, they prepared two different rooms for my boyfriend and I to sleep in, as it wouldn’t be appropriate for us to sleep in the same room. They have 3 children, all of whom are older and have moved out by now. I stayed in the oldest daughter’s bedroom, while my boyfriend stayed in the younger daughter’s room, which had been turned into an office but still had a pull out couch in it.

My relatives also had another member of their family, Maple. Maple is their son’s Bernese Mountain dog who also tends to travel and leaves Maple to stay with them when he does. Although she is monstrous, like, I’m talking the size of a small bear monstrous, ┬áMaple is the sweetest dog I have ever met, and was definitely loving the extra attention that she was getting during our stay. She would follow us around the house wherever we went and even would come into my bedroom and sleep on the floor next to me at night.

So anyway, the story. We stayed about 4 nights there, and I will admit that at night the long hallways in the house do get kind of creepy, but that’s about it. Other than that, totally normal house. The only thing I can think of that was strange was that Maple would refuse to go into my boyfriend’s room with him, even though she would follow him everywhere else around the house. Max and I would watch tv in his room before going to bed and retiring in our separate rooms, and Maple would just stand or sit outside the room peering in. I just figured she wasn’t allowed in the office or something, or that the small cramped room wasn’t comfortable for her, being such a big dog. Other than that being odd, everything was fine until the 3rd night. I was awoken in the middle of the night by my full grown, 20 year old boyfriend practically hyperventilating as he shook me awake. I have never seen him freak out like this. When I finally got him to calm down and explain what happened, he said that he had been up, playing on his phone when he thought he heard a very faint series of whispers. As he froze, and tried to listen and pinpoint where these noises were coming from, a whisper, louder than the others, clearly said “Maxxxxx….” Unlike the other whispers, it sounded like someone was right next to him, whispering right in his ear.

To be honest, I didn’t really believe him. Although this was out of character for him, we are avid watchers of scary story videos and I thought that maybe he was paranoid or making it up as a ploy to sleep in the same room as me. I finally got him to calm down and go back to bed.

The next night, he was nervous about sleeping in the same room again. Like the night before, I was awoken in the middle of the night to a panicked boyfriend. This time, along with the faint whispers, he woke up to a weird pressure on one side of his body, like something was pressed up against him. When he got up, turned on the lights, and looked at the bed, he said there was an indent. Like something was sitting on it. That was enough for him to decide to sleep on the living room couch for the remainder of our last night there.

The next day, relieved that our stay was coming to an end, we were able to laugh off the events of the night before. Somehow the last night’s events seemed trivial in the day time. As we were packing up our things, I heard a crash come from my boyfriends room. When I went to see what happened, he was frozen, a look of horror on his face, looking across the room at a shelf on the opposite wall. Amidst the various decorations on the shelf, a handmade doll from South America had somehow fallen off. This was extremely weird seeing as no one was around it to cause this and the shelf was on a sturdy wall, one that couldn’t be bumped to cause the doll to fall. As I was putting the doll back in it’s place on the shelf, I examined it. It was a pretty creepy looking doll already, but I noticed something startling. The doll’s hair was made from real human hair.

I don’t know what the entity that my boyfriend heard was or why that specific doll fell off the shelf, but after that I am going to be wary of bringing home any “souvenirs” from other countries.


(I attached a picture of Maple )