We’ve been living in this apartment for a few months now, and not to be alarmist, but I think it might be a tiny bit haunted. Not in a scary way, just in a “Huh, that’s odd” way.
We live north of Albany proper in a town called Cohoes, in the “downtown” area. It only comprises about three streets and it’s kind of blue-collar and industrial, but it’s cute. Many of the buildings were built between 1850 and 1900, and they’re working to restore and convert them into usable space. There’s an old church that became a wine bar, and some of the old warehouses are being converted into lofts. I can see some of these warehouses and luxury lofts out of my kitchen window.
The house where I live was built in 1920. It’s a 2500 square foot house, and that seems really big for the time so I’m guessing someone fancy lived here. It’s now a duplex, supposedly converted in the 90s, and Dan and I have the entire second floor. It’s a big apartment; we have two good sized bedrooms, a big kitchen, a big bathroom, and a “bonus room” that’s basically a storage closet with a window that’s being used as my office/makeup storage.
So why do I think it might be haunted?
Dan works a lot of nights, and while he’s gone I sometimes hear things. Small noises, like things moving in the kitchen. I hear things sliding and rustling when there’s no breeze and no reason for things to be moving. Small things have temporarily gone missing and reappeared in a place I didn’t put them. Sometimes I also hear noises on the stairs up to our door; we have downstairs neighbors and we all share an entryway, but they’re antisocial and barely acknowledge our existence, so I know they’re not coming up here. It sounds like someone comes halfway up the stairs and stays there; they don’t come all the way up and don’t go back down. I’ve also heard weird knocking that doesn’t seem to be coming from outside or from downstairs.
Sometimes I feel things; when I’m home alone I occasionally get the feeling that someone else is here, almost like I’m going to walk into the kitchen and see Dan. I know he’s not here, but there’s that energy of someone else being in the house. Occasionally I wake up to that feeling and it’s a little off-putting, but I’ve never felt threatened or scared. It’s just strange.
I’ve told Dan about this and he thinks I’m being overly dramatic, or that all of the creepy things I watch have infiltrated my brain. I won’t say it’s impossible; I do watch, listen to and read basically all of the creepy things, but I don’t think that it’s just my imagination. I guess we’ll have to wait and see. The more time we spend in this apartment the more likely it is that, if there is something here, it’ll make itself known.