[ SECRET POST #3035 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3035 ⌋

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Re: Spooky stories

[slashgirl]

I might've heard one call my name? I'm not sure. My parents owned a convenience store, which had been there for 200+ years and we lived in an apartment above it (which was only about 100 or so years old). Now, we had pager system for the women in the store to call upstairs...but we only ever had female employees. One afternoon, I was home alone, though the store was open and there was an employee working. I heard a man say my name very clearly. It was normal conversational tone, not someone yelling from in the store. I got up and went downstairs to hang out in the store, I was kinda freaked out; I was probably 15 or so at the time.

My mother often heard footsteps crossing the floor upstairs when she was working in the store during the day--and none of us kids were home, my dad wasn't up there and neither were the pets. And no, nobody had slipped by her and run upstairs--that might happen once, but not repeatedly.

Probably the weirdest thing that happened had to do with the street level door to our apartment; it was on the front of the building and opened into a small foyer/receiving area--there were coat hooks around the wall and stairs leading up to the apartment. We almost never used this entrance--we used the one around the back because that's where we parked and it was more convenient.

Anyhow, when we moved in, the wooden door (probably original to the apartment), would not stay shut, even if it was locked--it locked on the handle with a skeleton key. So, dad put a sliding bolt lock near the top of the door. It would still open on it's own. He put in a new metal door with a sliding bolt lock. Yep, fucker still opened. We'd be sitting, usually in the living room and realise the traffic sounded too loud (the buidling was about 6-8 feet from the road; the road used to be narrower and further away). Now, after dad put another sliding bolt lock near the bottom of the door...it stopped opening by itself. I always joked that ghost couldn't bend over....

I've oftened wondered if it was the traffic vibration--which would make sense with the initial door; a handle type lock could be jarred loose. But even with a sliding bolt? It would've had to slide up and to the side, which seems to be pushing it. Though I honestly don't know why putting the bottom lock stopped it.