[riverat]

In an apartment I rented with a roomate years ago we would be awaken 2-3 nights a week by the stereo blasting, usually the turntable. After blaming each other several times we soon realized we were not alone, the air would turn musty when occurrences happened. Shades would go up and pictures would tilt to the side, but nothing harmful. One day I was leaving to run an errand and turned off the lights and walked out the door and realized I had forgot something, so I went back in and half way across the kitchen floor I reached up for the string to turn on the ceiling light, just as I pulled the string I was suddendly stopped as if I had walk right into another person. At the same time the light came on and there was nobody there! That was the last straw, we talked to the landlord about it and told her we were moving, she than informed us of a gentleman who had commited suicide there 2 years before and has had several similiar instances since. Building has since been removed.