Back in college I lived in an apartment for two years that was crazy haunted (it was right across the street from a large cemetery. I used to find piles of dimes and single earrings (that didn’t belong to me or my roommate) everywhere, but those were the least of the weird things. Appliances would turn on and off — once, when I was home alone watching “Unsolved Mysteries,” my hair dryer turned on in my bedroom upstairs. Sometimes the outgoing message on the answering machine — this was the 90s, remember — would just randomly play without anyone touching it. I used to find shaving cream lining the entire bottom of my bathtub in the mornings. Once, when I was putting some tator tots in the oven, I felt something down the back of my leg–I looked down and saw a dime drop on the floor and roll across the room. As I was watching that, I felt a tator tot hit me in the shoulder. These weren’t even the scariest things.
I lost my glasses once. I’m sure I put them on my nightstand as I always did before going to bed, but in the morning they were gone. I looked everywhere. Everywhere! I called my mom and told her I thought the ghost took them. She was the only person I could say that to and not get laughed at. “You need to ask for them back,” she told me. So I did. I said, “This isn’t funny! I need my glasses back! They were expensive and I can’t afford to buy a new pair and I need them!” Suddenly, something compelled me to look under my bed. I lifted the lid off a shoe box and there they were, my glasses. That wasn’t the scariest thing.
The scariest thing happened one weekend when my roommate was out of town. These things always happened when she was gone, and in fact, if you were to ask her even now, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’d tell you she’s convinced I made it all up. But I didn’t. These things all happened. And the scariest was that weekend she was gone and I woke up on a Sunday morning in my bedroom and the bedroom furniture had been rearranged during the night and right beside my bed, just inches from where I slept, was the rocking chair, facing me, like someone had been watching me sleep. I get chills even now just thinking about it.