My story is about an building I lived that was built in the early 1900's. My best friends family owned it. He told me stories of it being haunted, of course after I moved in, by his grandfather.
My friend grew up in that same apartment we lived in. I noticed things being moved, knowing I did not put them there, lights flickering, and knocking but no one there.
I said something to the landlord, which was my friends sister. She said "did my brother ever tell you about things that happen in apartment 3 where you live now?" I said he told me about being haunted but did not tell me what happens. She tells me everything going on is her grandpa but her means no harm.
One night I was on the computer, it was 2 or 3 in the morning, and all of a sudden I felt like something was watching me. My dog just sat there and stared at the corner growling.
All of a sudden I felt someone touch my shoulder. Not to hurt me but to more like to assure me not to be frightened I am here to watch over you.
I felt more at peace with what was in my apartment after that but things still continued letting me know he was still there.
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