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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