Ghost Stories

Door Ghost

I had a whirlwindromance that led to a very bad marriage. I married Eric when Iwas 22. He was in the Navy in Norfolk, VA and I decided to movedown there to join him.

Not knowing thecity at all, I was drawn to a particular old bulding in Norfolk'sGhent area called the Aberdeen on Redgate Avenue. The buildingstill had the dumbwaiters to bring coal up to your apartment andthe original coal sheds in the basement where past tenants couldstore their own personal supply of coal.

We rented a 3bedroom apartment on the first floor-- wood floors, claw footbathtub, steam radiator heat. I was in heaven. We used onebedroom, converted the other into the TV room/library and theother room (because it had no radiator) served as storage and apossible guest bedroom with a day bed.

Our marriage (whichlasted only 6 months) began going sour as soon as I moved down toVirginia. I soon discovered that I had company in the apartmentthat resided in the bedroom that we had reserved as storage. Ialways had a feeling that I was being watched but I was neverscared. This something looked out for me. It turns out, it hatedmy husband.

I would always tryto keep this door to the bedroom closed. I would close it, listenfor the click of the door, check the door by pushing against it.I would walk two steps down the hall and hear the creak of thedoor open. After repeating this several times, I decided to letit remain open. My cat used to have a ball playing with somethingin that room. The stranger part of this is that whenever myhusband closed the door, it stayed that way.

Once he was takingsome laundry downstairs to the basement (which was creepy enough)and left the back door open for a few seconds. He closed thescreen door which had to be forcefully closed as it scrapedagainst the concrete. Our kitchen was directly above the washingand drying machines and he definitely would have heard someoneenter the apartment. When he came back upstairs, the screen doorwas locked (and this was a metal hook lock that had to be swunginto an eye or metal loop). My husband had to climb through awindow to get back in and proceeded to search the entire house ashe thought someone had broken in. Nothing. It locked him out onseveral more occasions.

When I moved out, Imaintained contact with some neighbors in that building. When wewould go out, I would always sense something watching longinglyfrom the window of that bedroom when we walked by.