The summer of 2008 found my companions and I back in Tennessee renting an apartment on the third floor of a building on the town's old main street. The building we were in had been the original general store of the town in the 1800's. It was an interesting area of the town if you like history. With 2 or 3 blocks there must have been more than a half dozen antique shops in buildings that had long since became antique themselves.
I was working as a Manager at a local restaurant and was gone a lot of the time. Shawn worked with me and was gone a lot of the time as well. Our other two room mates at the time were in between jobs and so spent a great deal more time alone in the apartment. They would tell Shawn and I strange stories about the apartment that I don't know if either one of us really believed at first. They would say things like that they had heard the front door opening an closing by itself when it had been locked with a key lock and deadbolt. They said they were hearing footsteps from the front door leading to the bathroom, or from the bathroom to one of the bedrooms. Supposedly they would hear voices as well. Twice they told us that they had been in the bathroom and heard the front door unlock and open and then close, foot steps approaching the bathroom, and then actually had conversations with one of us through the door, thinking that we had come back home early. And then supposedly when they came out of the bathroom no one would be there and the door would still be locked. I believed something was happening, but I didn't quite believe the stories about them talking to someone or something through the bathroom or bedroom door after it had unlocked the front door and dead bolt and just waltzed into our apartment. Shawn was a skeptic as well, at this point he did not particularly care for either of our other two room mates but put up with them for my sake, so he was not really putting much stock into what they were saying. One day I was off work with my girlfriend while Shawn and the other room mate were at work and had walked across town for one reason or another. We had locked the door when we left, and it was locked when we returned, but the living room was discombobulated. Things had definitely been rearranged and the oddest thing to me was that the couch cushions were all standing/leaning together in a strange manner. No one else had a key, not even Shawn or the other roommate. I was the only one who had a key. Shortly after the couch cushion incident I was at the local Library on a day off, again with my girlfriend. After browsing around a bit and picking up a few books we headed to the front desk to check the books out. I don't recall exactly how the conversation came up, but my girlfriend and the somewhat elderly Librarian began discussing our apartment. She said she knew were it was because her niece had lived there but had moved out because she believed it was haunted. That she would hear voices, foot steps, and had even came home to discover he couch cushions standing at weird angles and things in the living room rearranged. I couldn't believe it. She had just validated the experiences my roommates had had as well as my own. A month or two passed from the time of the Library trip and I was coming home from work late one night. It was around midnight and I was dead tired. I had walked from the store to get some fresh air an wake up a bit. It was only a couple miles. I hit the front door of the building and started up the old steps to the third floor. About half way up I got a very sinister feeling. I am not one to be afraid of the dark but at that moment I wished the hallway had a better light. I reached the 3rd floor landing and as soon as I did something jumped out at me from the shadows. A shadow in the shape of a man. It leaped right at me from within the dark little nook in front of apartment number 3 (the first one at the top of the stairs). By the time it would have hit me it just vanished back into the thin air. My girlfriend had mentioned seeing a shadow man in that long dark hallway multiple times. I am assuming that is what I had just encountered. I personally never saw it again, but we ended up moving not very long after that.
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