By: Audrey Sparschu
It was right before Halloween, my senior year of high school, and I was working at a local pizza place with one of my best friends, Diane. When we got out of work one Friday night it was dark and rainy, and I had no plans so she invited me to her house to eat brownies. When we got there, her mom started talking about Diane’s older sister Grace, who was living in Arkansas at the time and going to law school. She asked if I wanted to hear the story about Grace’s haunted apartment. The house was decorated for Halloween, the night was rainy, and the atmosphere was perfect to hear a scary story, so I said I would love to.
When Grace moved to Arkansas, she got a single apartment and soon met a guy who she started to date. After she had been living there for only a few months, she noticed that a few unusual things started to happen. First of all, the plug for one of her lamps had fallen out of the outlet on several different occasions; she would leave the apartment with it in the wall, and come home to it on the floor. In addition, the thermostat, which was not digital but had to be manually moved back and forth, would change the temperature on its own. Grace called the landlord and mentioned these two things, so he had a repairman come to tighten the wall outlets and replace the thermostat.
Once these things were fixed, some even stranger things began to occur. Grace would leave the kitchen with the cabinets shut, and walk back in to them ajar. It was as if they were opening of their own accord. When she called her parents and told them this, they shrugged it off and attributed it to her boyfriend playing a trick on her. So she Skyped them to prove it; Grace’s mom got all serious at this point in the story and said that the look on her husband’s face when he saw that this was no prank showed that he was truly scared. And as everyone knows, most dads don’t get scared very often at all.
The next few days brought a few more weird occurrences. Since it was right around Halloween, Grace had decorated her apartment for the holiday. One thing she decorated with was window clings, those rubbery stickers that go on your windows. One of these was a red, bloody handprint. Grace came home from school one day to find the red handprint removed from the window and sitting spread out in the middle of the kitchen floor next to a red oven mitt which had come out of one of her kitchen drawers. The next day it was a Halloween-themed skull bracelet that originated upstairs and made its way to the center of the kitchen floor by the time Grace got home.
Needless to say, Grace did not stay too long in this apartment. And once she had begun to move out, she got wind that that particular apartment turned over tenants unusually fast; she apparently was not the only one who had experienced the hauntings.