Haunted Cheesman?
        
      I moved to Denver when I was 18 with a friend from a small town in
      the
      mountains.  We were very excited at the fact that we would be
      living in the heart of the city, Capital Hill, only 3 or 4 blocks
      from
      Cheesman Park.  We had a garden level basement apartment in
      an
      older building on Lafayette Street.  At first it was just a
      sort
      of creepy feeling you would get when you were there alone, or at
      night.  That feeling, say, while you're walking down a hall
      or
      something and you can just feel something following you, or behind
      you
      the whole way.  After about a month things started to get a
      little
      weirder and more apparent.  My roomate played for the Metro
      State
      jazz band and would often play jazz cd's.  We had a five disk
      cd
      player, but no matter what cd you put it on, the stereo would stop
      and
      go the jazz cd if there was one in there.  This would happen
      everytime, no matter who was there to witness it.  It would
      just
      stop in the middle of the song and rotate to the jazz cd.  If
      there was one in the player it was the only cd that would play all
      the
      way through.  Every morning there was a mysterious puddle of
      water
      in the middle of the kitchen floor.  We couldn't really
      figure out
      how it got there, no line or pathway of water from the fridge or
      the
      sink, just right in the middle of the floor.  Things would go
      missing, like shirts and hairbrushes, and both my roomate and I
      would
      get really frustrated as we would look everywhere for these
      things,
      pull the house apart,  but to no avail.  Almost
      everytime, a
      couple days later the item would be right there in plain
      sight. 
      One time I was talking to my mother on the phone, my roomate
      sitting
      across the room from me, and something flew across the room and
      hit the
      wall above my head, hitting the floor behind me.  We both
      heard it
      and both jumped up to look, but there was nothing there behind the
      chair.  I never felt threatened in the apartment but there
      was
      always a sense of uneasiness living there.  Needless to say
      when
      our lease was up, we moved.  
      
      
      
      
      
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