A Personal Experience By Steve
A few years ago, a friend that I worked with said to me, "Hey, Steve, after work you should come to my place. There’s something you should see and hear that will blow your mind." Always being the adventurous type, I told him that I would love to. He lived in a single level four-plex, and the apartment he and his wife lived in was the only apartment being occupied.
I went by after work as promised, and as we sat there and 5:30 PM neared, he said, "Okay, get ready, here it comes." Right at 5:30 PM, you could hear the front door to the complex open and heavy work boots walking down the hall. When the footsteps stopped, you could hear a key slide into the lock on HIS door and the bolt slide back and the sound of HIS DOOR OPENING!! Just as soon as the door closed, there was such an intense feeling of overwhelming sadness that I felt like crying for no reason. What made it even stranger is the fact that while we could hear this happening, we couldn’t see anything actually moving. My friend told me that this happened at the same time every day.
Needless to say, the next day I went back to listen again and, sure enough, right at 5:30 PM the same thing. This time we decided to look out in the hall to see if anything was visible, but we could not see anything, we could only hear it. A little bit of research revealed that the man who had lived there some years ago had become so distraught over his wife's passing from cancer that he decided to end his own suffering and poisoned himself. Suddenly, the intense sadness made perfect sense, knowing the details. A month after this discovery, my friend and his wife decided to move and let this restless spirit mourn in peace—he’s most likely still coming home from work every day, taking off his boots, filling the room with his tragic presence.
A few years ago, a friend that I worked with said to me, "Hey, Steve, after work you should come to my place. There’s something you should see and hear that will blow your mind." Always being the adventurous type, I told him that I would love to. He lived in a single level four-plex, and the apartment he and his wife lived in was the only apartment being occupied.
I went by after work as promised, and as we sat there and 5:30 PM neared, he said, "Okay, get ready, here it comes." Right at 5:30 PM, you could hear the front door to the complex open and heavy work boots walking down the hall. When the footsteps stopped, you could hear a key slide into the lock on HIS door and the bolt slide back and the sound of HIS DOOR OPENING!! Just as soon as the door closed, there was such an intense feeling of overwhelming sadness that I felt like crying for no reason. What made it even stranger is the fact that while we could hear this happening, we couldn’t see anything actually moving. My friend told me that this happened at the same time every day.
Needless to say, the next day I went back to listen again and, sure enough, right at 5:30 PM the same thing. This time we decided to look out in the hall to see if anything was visible, but we could not see anything, we could only hear it. A little bit of research revealed that the man who had lived there some years ago had become so distraught over his wife's passing from cancer that he decided to end his own suffering and poisoned himself. Suddenly, the intense sadness made perfect sense, knowing the details. A month after this discovery, my friend and his wife decided to move and let this restless spirit mourn in peace—he’s most likely still coming home from work every day, taking off his boots, filling the room with his tragic presence.
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