I was out of town visiting my fiancée’s family

March 2, 2025

by Darwin

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (361 words)

"Back in 2010, I lived in a spacious old apartment in Chicago with three friends. One day, I was home alone, putting dishes away in the kitchen, when I heard a woman’s loud sigh behind me. I wasn’t startled because it sounded just like my roommate’s girlfriend, Emily, who often visited. But when I turned […]"

Back in 2010, I lived in a spacious old apartment in Chicago with three friends. One day, I was home alone, putting dishes away in the kitchen, when I heard a woman’s loud sigh behind me. I wasn’t startled because it sounded just like my roommate’s girlfriend, Emily, who often visited. But when I turned around, no one was there. I checked the entire apartment, but I was alone, and the front door was locked.

Another weekend, I was out of town visiting my fiancée’s family. All my roommates were also away, except for Mike, who stayed with his girlfriend, Emily. When I returned late Sunday night, Mike asked where I had been all day. I told him I had been out of town since Friday. He seemed alarmed and said, “We both saw you walk from your room to the kitchen and back last night while we were watching TV. It was dark, but we were sure it was you…” We were both creeped out by the thought.

When I was alone in the computer room or my bedroom, I often heard heavy footsteps creaking on the wooden floor in the dining room. My roommate, John, wore heavy boots indoors, so I usually assumed it was him. But when I went to greet him, I found the apartment empty. All three of my roommates experienced the same phenomenon frequently.

Most of the strange occurrences mimicked the actions of the apartment’s occupants. It felt like the place “remembered” what happened and replayed it. One night, while I was alone, I heard the front door unlock and open. I rushed to check, but no one was there. Another time, I heard dishes clattering in the kitchen. When I went to investigate, I saw knives and forks floating in the air before they flew towards me. I ducked behind a door, terrified.

We did some research and found out the apartment had a history of strange happenings. One former tenant mentioned hearing footsteps and seeing shadowy figures. Another said they saw a ghostly figure of a woman in the hallway. It seemed like the apartment was haunted by spirits replaying their past actions.

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