Here's the other story I spoke of earlier. It's the only 'unexplainable' occurrence in my life. I will *always* err on the side of some scientific explanation, but for this event...I can find none.
Me and my fiance' used to rent the bottom floor of a two family house in an old Massachusetts town, most famous for it's Victorian-era manufacturing of leather boots and other women's goods. The landlord and his wife lived above us on the second floor. We both had access to the basement (washer/dryer/storage).
One afternoon, I went down to do some laundry. I worked from home at the time, my fiancé' was away at the office. No one else was in my apartment above. However, as I began to throw the clothes in the machine, I heard (very distinctly) the sound of someone quickly clomping across the wooden floor of my apartment, right inside my living room, heading towards the front door. Our floors were so thin, in fact, that the sound came through clearly enough that I heard the heel-toe, heel-toe pattern and grit beneath the soles. We lived in an extremely bad part of town, and I was convinced that someone had entered my apartment, and was probably in the process of taking something out. "Did I leave the front door open?", I asked myself as I grabbed a 3ft piece of lead pipe and slowly made my way upstairs to confront the intruder.
But alas, when I peaked into the living room, nobody was there and my two cats were both asleep in their beds (they would have disappeared in an instant, had someone even approached the front porch). The front door was closed, and locked. Scratching my head, I went back to the laundry.
When my fiancé got home, I related the story - without much detail - to her...She looked at me with astonishment and took me down into the basement where she asked me, "Did it sound like boots?"
"Yeah", I answered.
"Did it sound like they were moving fast; from here, heading to here?" See pointed to the *exact* locations I had heard the sound above me.
"Uuuhhh...Yeah", I hesitantly replied.
"Well, I've heard it also, twice before. I never told you because I know how you are, and I knew you'd probably think I was crazy. And you remember when I asked you months ago to move my dresser, the one with the mirror on it, so that it was no longer pointing towards the corner closet?"
"Yeah, that was so much fun, how could I forget!", I countered. "Well, I asked you to move it because I saw something reflected in it one morning. Something that scared me so badly, I never wanted to see it again."
"There standing behind me, was the very clear image of a women, wearing older style clothes. She stood by that closet, you know, the one that always made me uncomfortable, the closet that was reflected in the mirror?", she continued, "Thee very closet which my cousin Jennie, the Wiccan, when she came to visit, pointed to and said – without any prompting from me – 'that thing makes me uncomfortable, I’ve got to get out of this room'", "You know the one, right?"
“Great”, I said. “I’m marrying into a family of lunatics.”
…And that’s where it stayed, for several months. Until one day, we pulled up in our drive-way, where our landlord was outside the basement side-door cutting wood.
“Oh”, he said. “Are you guys just getting home?”
“Yeah, we’ve been gone for the weekend”, I replied.
“That’s weird, because I heard someone walking around in your apartment just a while ago. My wife hasn’t been home all day, and she wouldn’t just go in there without your permission anyhow. That’s weird. I must have been mistaken.”
“Could you point out where you heard this?”
He then proceeded to point to the exact same location that both myself and my fiancé had heard the noise before. We never related this story to him, nor anyone else, since my fiance’ thinks it will make her look crazy, and I was certain, up until this point, that it could be explained away.
There are no heating ducts, or water pipes in that area, or anywhere even near it. There is no other possible way I can think of to recreate the distinct sound that we all heard, and I cannot, to this day, find any explanation for what it was; those sounds of quickly paced boot steps across my living room floor.
We have since moved out of that place, but recent events have only heightened my fiance’s retroactive fear of those events. It was related to us, just several weeks ago through a relative of the landlord, that he had killed himself in that house. They didn’t tell us how, and they didn’t know why (he didn’t leave a note)…and to be honest, I don’t think I want to know.
We both used to have horribly bad dreams when we lived there, and our bedroom, the one with the closet, was always 5-10 degrees colder than the rest of the house. Even in the summer.
Those things stand out to me still. But I explain the coldness away based on the direction of the house and the number of windows in the bedroom. I've explained to dreams away, because we where going through a particularly difficult time when we lived there. But all of it, taken together, is enough to give me pause.
mrC