Just a story I want to share with everyone, wondering if anyone had ever felt or been through similar to these events. Please do feel free to share
Me and Nat have been best friends since childhood. It seemed only natural that when we reached our early twenties that we would find a place to live together. The arrangement would allow us to share expenses and, more important, to help each other as we began to make our way in the world.
I was overjoyed when we found a perfect apartment, big enough for two says Nat. It seemed ideal, and even boasted a scenic view overlooking a river. Yet even at the beginning we sensed something a little unusual about the property. It was a new building, just over a year old, but the price was far less expensive than others we had looked at. These properties are not cheap, Nat explains. We questioned the owners about it, but they dismissed it by saying they were moving and needed to sell quickly. So we thought that this was too good an opportunity to pass up. We rushed home and discussed our plans with our parents, who agreed it was a great idea.
She was thrilled about moving in, but I could see that she still had some unexpressed reservations. I really have my heart set on it I told her, but having known Nat since I was three, I could tell something was on her mind. When I asked her, she said she wasn’t keen on the smallest bedroom. She did not elaborate on her objection, so I assumed it was merely the design of the room that she didn’t like.
What I didn’t know was that Nat’s bad feelings about the place went much deeper. And Nat knew I loved the apartment, and so she moved along with me.
Three weeks passed and it was our first night in our new home together. Our boyfriends were there helping us arrange the furniture, unpack the boxes and get settled. Knowing Nat’s feelings about the small bedroom, I decided to take it.
After the boys left, me and Nat stood on the balcony, watching the play of lights on the river and marveling about how far they’d come together. Here we were in their own apartment, all grown up and fending for ourselves. Nat had been just as excited as I was when we shopped for new furnishings, but still she wasn’t quite herself. This seemed the right time and place for me to ask her what was really wrong. I wasnt prepared for her answers.
Nat expressed her true feelings about the apartment for the first time. She told me that she was reluctant to say anything because it was obvious how much I loved the flat. But Nat felt strangely uneasy about it. When she first looked through the kitchen, she felt as though someone was constantly standing behind her. And that small bedroom – when she entered it alone, she had the strangest sensation that she was not alone.
This revelation sent shivers down my spine. We had always both been petrified of the supernatural. I tried to reason through it, however, and calm Nat’s fears. The building was only a year old, she explained. How could it possibly be haunted? We left the discussion rest there.
A few weeks went by and I had forgotten all about our talk.
I didn’t realize that Nat, who apparently was more perceptive of the apartment’s energy, had been suffering in silence.
I learned how deeply this was affecting Nat on the occasion of our joint twenty-first birthday party. It was an early morning hour when we finally got back to our flat from the celebration. Strangely, the lights and lamps were on in Nat’s bedroom and the ensuite. I was certain we had switched them all off before we left, but wasn’t going to make a big deal about it. Nat, however, stormed into her room and screamed, "For fuck sake, leave me alone, you tormenting bastard!"
I was gobsmacked. What had been going on that I was so oblivious to?
Nat broke down in tears and began to tell me everything she had been experiencing. When she was alone in the flat or in a room apart from me, she would often feel breathing down her neck and get really cold. (The apartment was far from cold.) Once she went into my room – the room she dreaded from the first – to get something. She had left the door open, but when she turned to leave, it was not only closed, but jammed shut. She panicked, thinking an intruder was in the apartment, but then felt unseen hands squeeze the back of her neck with violent force. Then the door released. Nat had been so terrified, she left the apartment and waited for seven hours in her car until I came home.
We hardly slept that night. The next morning, I wanted to get out of the flat for some fresh air and time to think. Nat was already ready to go for the day. She made it clear she was afraid for both of us.
Despite our fears, the we decided to stay in the apartment, and the next few weeks passed without incident. We figured Nat had made it clear to the presence that she was afraid s …then the last straw came…
I was strolling along the river bank directly opposite our apartment complex. I looked up to see if Nat was still on the balcony. I was stopped dead in my tracks. I saw someone standing in the doorway
and he moved back into the living room when I tried to see who it was.
He didn’t look like anyone I recognized. Curious about who this visitor might be, I rushed home. I walked into the hall and it felt a little chilly. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next.
As I stepped into the living room, I was confronted with the evidence that something indeed was physically tormenting my friend. Nat was bent unnaturally over the back of a chair, struggling with her hands to pry some invisible entity off her neck.
It was clearly strangling her. She was nearly blue in the face with spit coming out of her mouth every time she tried to take a breath. I ran over to her and was about to try and hit this invisible thing when suddenly she was let free.
Nat, to say the least, was deeply traumatized. And I wasn’t faring much better. Enough was enough, we finally decided. We haphazardly packed our suitcases and fled.
Nat confided in me that this was not the first such attack. On several other occasions she had been assaulted in her sleep by this entity, and would wake up with horrible, unexplained bite marks, bruises and scratches.
The two of us moved back in with our parents, but we knew we had to face the apartment one last time to clear out their belongings. We were not about to go alone. Each of us brought our her dad along.
As soon as my dad walked in he pushed us out and told us not to step one foot in there. We waited in the car, puzzled, until our dads returned. Nat's dad had something in his hand…
It was a Ouija board that the previous occupants had left in the apartment. We girls had been too frightened to ever touch it, much less get rid of it. Nat’s dad flung it into the river.
I later heard that the previous owners had been experimenting with the board. Had they released a horrible being that nearly destroyed her friend’s life?
It took about six months to find new buyers for the apartment. Today, we are living happily in a house with our boyfriends. And although Nat at times seems a bit disturbed by the memory of her frightening experience, she is free of the entity.