My boyfriend at the time and I had just moved into our first apartment together. We were both 18 and it was nothing fancy and the neighborhood wasn’t great. We were on the 2nd floor and our windows in the living room/kitchen area faced north and south. and it was a straight shot in between. There was only one road bordering the complex which ran East to West.
We heard a lot of banging and thudding. Our floors would randomly shake at times. We usually just attributed it to inconsiderate neighbors. Sometimes things would go missing and reappear somewhere random. One night a giant flame shot up from our stove burner even though everything with off. We tried to grow some veggies out on the little balcony but they died no matter what we did. The place overall had a very negative, depressing energy to it.
A few months passed and nothing really major had happened. We were both sleeping one night. I awoke to him leering over me with his eyes open as wide as they could possibly go. He put his hand over my throat. I pushed him away and started flipping out on him. He just let out a growl , then sort of flopped back onto the bed. I went into the living room and stayed on the couch for awhile. When he woke up he had no memory of anything like that happening the night before. He had never been violent before, so I believed him.