My Haunted Apartment

In 2020, I moved into an apartment, the first place I lived by myself. It was an old junior high school from the early 1900s that was converted into apartments.

It started with knocking sounds coming from inside a storage closet. The knocks slowly increased in frequency and volume over the course of a few weeks and about every other time I woke up in the morning, the closet door was open. I still believed there was an explanation. I even put a door stopper on the outside of the closet door, but the door would be open in the morning.

The instance that made me believe something paranormal was definitely happening still gives me a little chill down my spine. I was lying on the couch watching a soccer game around 10am on a Saturday morning. My PS2 and controllers were under my TV, about 7 feet in front of the couch. All of a sudden, a controller flew across the living room and smashed into my side table. I was absolutely frozen. There was no explanation whatsoever. Later that day, I FaceTimed my brother and his wife to tell them what happened. As I’m retelling the story, I hear a whisper of a young boy behind my ear that just said “What?”.

I ended up contacting my cousin who is a Catholic priest. I only told him about the instance with the PS2 controller. He came over Sunday morning and we had Mass right there on my kitchen table. As he was consecrating the host, the knocks started again. I didn’t say anything as I didn’t want to interrupt. But after Mass was finished, I asked him, “So did you hear that while you were consecrating the host?” and his reply was:

“Oh, do you mean the little boy talking?”

He blessed the apartment and I never experienced anything else the rest of the time I lived there.