I might as well tell that other tale I told Hito. This wasn't a ghost sighting, it was just bizaare... Alright I'll start it off with a question, just to set the mood. We've all felt warm, and cold, but have you ever felt something unnatural? Ever felt yourself being watched? Ever felt thick tension in the air after somebody was yelling? Well I felt something instantly recognizable in one specific little alcove outside of a very specific little apartment on numerous occasions as a child that drove me away from it.
Near the neighboorhood where a lot of friends of my family live there was an apartment complex called the... um... I'll find it and edit in it later. At the very far back corner of this complex there was an apartment that backed up to a small alley like alcove with a fence where you could enter from the back without actually seeing the complex itself. For this reason I didn't notice it was part of a larger complex until years later. It was a two story apartment, which always hide a line hanging on the second floor on a small balcony where clothes were hung. There were flower pots along the edge, and the lower story had one window in the brick frame that was always closed with a shade (if I recall correctly). There was nothing particularly eerie about this little area, there were houses both to the left and right of the little alley like entrance (it was not very long, maybe two houses length coming off of the main street to the apartment), but I felt more terror in that alley than I think I may have ever felt anywhere else in my life. I never saw anything creepy, or heard anything, but I know something was there, because I felt it. This might sound stupid to you, but I am 100% positive of what I felt, and it was evil. I didn't understand the source, but I assumed it was the apartment I couldn't take my eyes off of. I turned into that alley once on accident as a kid and I was instantly paralyzed (i'm starting to get goosebumps remembering this crap) by this gripping feeling. I remember staring at it when I was really small, on my first bike, and just shaking. I knew better than to stick around so I took off. The next time I turned into that alley was also on accident, about 5 years later. The same exact feeling washed over me, and I knew exactly where I was, staring at that same building, at the windows on the first and second floor, scared of just what the hell was emitting such an emotion, and why the hell I could pick it up. I was older then, and I just stared for a long time, trying to figure out exactly what I was feeling. I determined the only thing in the world that came to mind was evil, wretched, terrible, terrifying hatred filled evil.
I started wondering what in the world would make me feel that way. Was somebody being murdered inside? Was somebody being tortured in there? A ghost? I had no idea what the hell it could be, but I turned around and went back home. A few years later I repeated this process, and that time I went to mom. Again, mom happened to have the most bizaare coincidental evidence at her disposal, and here it is: When mom was little she grew up in the same neighborhood, and it just so happens she had a few friends that lived in that apartment complex, one living in that exact apartment building. She told me, in fact, that she'd seen a ghost there. As the story allegedly goes, she and her friends went over there as young teenagers and decided to try something unusual, so they broke out a ouji board, and tried to have a seance. The girl that lived there apparently already thought the places was haunted, so they asked whoever it was to come out, and in the middle of their little gathering they apparently all noticed the door creek open and someone look in at them from outside. They all freaked out and scattered, only to find that no one was actually there. Bewildered and paranoid they all scattered, and they didn't meet at that apartment again. Some years later when mom was curious she contacted that same complex and asked them if anything unusual or violent had happened in recent years, and it was explained to her that there had been a violent domestic dispute ending in a brutal murder a while before the apartment changed ownership, and they didn't have many details about it, but it was in the back of the complex.
Now it's been several years since all that happened, and when I go back now I don't feel anything. If it was a ghost, the thing moved itself on. If somebody was being tortured, maybe they died. I really, really regret being too scared to actually look into it back when I was younger and felt that absolutely terrifying feeling pour through me. I still wonder if it was something bad that I could have stopped, and I've never felt anything that wicked since then. I'd never felt an energy like that before, and I will only ever describe it as evil. I hope I didn't let someone down, but I'm glad it's gone.