Alright. So this is a story about from when I was around 14 or 15, I’d say 9th grade or so.
I was moving into a new city at the time, in this old apartment; this was before I moved to California which is where I live now.
As we were walking in the lobby of this new building something didn’t feel right. I tried to ignore the feeling and continued on to the elevator once my parents got finished reserving our room.
My mother pressed the elevator button and the elevator arrived to where we were, I stepped in and so did the rest of my family.
The elevator went up, but as it was going up I could’ve SWORN I saw a black figure just fall from the top of this building (The elevator is see through) when I turned my head to look completely, I saw nothing. I decided to ignore the feeling and once the elevator arrived on the top level, I stepped out with my family.
It was an 8th floor building, which means the top floor was just the 8th floor. It wasn’t a skyscraper, but it wasn’t too short of a building either. I had never really been this high up before, so as I looked out the window the view kind of frightened me.
We entered our apartment room and laid down our stuff to get settled in, this was one HUGE apartment space. It looked like a big family had once owned this apartment space, I only had 2 other siblings so it didn’t really make sense to me as to why we were given such a big ass apartment space.
There were 6 bedrooms, a kitchen, and 5 bathrooms. I thought to myself “This is one big ass building for only 8 floors up”.
At around 11 PM at night, I was getting ready to go to sleep…after all the rest of my family was sound asleep and I was the only one still up on my phone.
As I was about to shut off my phone, I started hearing soft crying coming from what sounded like a little right by the kitchen, I thought it might’ve been some little girl walking down the hallways outside of the apartment rooms and I shrugged it off. But here’s where things get scary. The crying suddenly stopped, and I began feeling a little bit relieved. I decided to go out to the kitchen to get a drink of water and an apple, I walked out of my room and as soon as I opened the fridge, I noticed…..a KNIFE covered in blood on the top rack of the fridge…I was shocked and confused.
I shut the fridge and ran out to the balcony to slow down my breathing, after all we got a beautiful street view and the air was hot and humid, usually the kind of surroundings that tend to calm me down.
I sat out there for a few minutes, and managed to fall asleep. I had a weird dream that some girl….with curly brown hair was standing in front of me, screaming at me “Get out! Get out of here! Get out Get out!” then she ran off and I heard loud breathing beside me in the dream. I woke up, and from the corner of my eye I saw a girl….maybe around 11 or 12, with the SAME brown curly hair and pajamas from the dream standing against the railing of the balcony, breathing hard and loud….!
I turned around and she was gone. I thought I was going crazy at this point. I slowly got up and walked back inside.
The MINUTE I walked back inside, I heard a scream, I turned around and that girl was plummeting down the building to HER DEATH. I thought “WHAT THE FUCK?” I just checked to see if she was there and she WASN’T.
Then I saw her fall down. I called 911 and explained to them what happened, an ambulance had shown up and they searched around, but couldn’t find this alleged girl anywhere on the pavement. After them searching ALL NIGHT, they decided to call it quits and go back because they couldn’t find this girl I was talking about. I went to the front desk the next morning, and explained to them what had happened. One lady in particular told me, several years ago an 11 year old girl had jumped to her death from that same balcony due to cyberbullying and other family troubles.