Horror Stories

The Male Ghost

At my old apartment, I was brushing my teeth and my makeup bag flew off the shelf and slammed into the wall across the room.

No windows, no fan, the bag was all the way on the back of the shelf against the wall. It did not fall, it flew like the opening pitch. I noped out and went to bed.

Next morning I checked my phone and had a notification from the ‘Sleep as Android’ app. It records movement and sound overnight to wake you at the lightest point in your sleep cycle.

I do not sleep talk, and I live alone. I heard on the recording my bedroom door click and creak open (it had a very distinctive creak) and a male voice talking lowly. And then the door closing again.

I lived on the 14th story of a building with no balconies. One needs a coded key-card to get into the front door, and to use the elevator or open the stairwell, and then to open the door to the hallway, and to get into the front door of the apartment and to get into my bedroom. So if I go to the bathroom and forget my key card, I am locked out of my bedroom. It would be insane to break in to any of these. I moved out a few months later.