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Wow, all the experiences I had could fill a book.

I grew up in an apartment building built in the 1800's. It was a big Chicago style greystone and over the years many people had died there. And 'The Building' was somewhat isolated (yes even in Chicago). There was an apartment building across the street and a few houses down the block but it was mostly open fields (we called them prairies).

From my earliest memories of about say six years old (the 'clanging chains'), until I moved out when I got married at 26. 'Stuff' happened it seems now, like it was almost on a weekly basis, but naturally it wasn't quite that often.

Many times I was literally scarred sh**less. "Things that went bump in the night"; where common and the LEAST scary. The "voice in the basement that called to me" when I was about 18 was maybe the worst (I actually ran and got my rifle - duh). That's tied with 'The Cross' appearing on my bedroom wall or when my shoulder was 'touched' (soft slap was more like it) one night.

And they'd happen at any time - daytime, afternoon, night time, sunny day, lights on or off, or during thunder storms. With my mom or uncle being home too.

And I wasn't the only one to experience these 'things'. Prior to WWII an older cousin was 'dragged' down the middle of the bed - while sleeping between her parents. A priest came ASAP and blessed every room with Holy Water (they lived with my grandparents at the time).

Anyway, it was so nice when I finally moved out NOT hear, see or 'feel' that stuff anymore. I was finally able to sleep peacefully without having to worry about my friends showing up.

I'll have to write some of these up as short stories. That's the only way to get the real feeling of the ~~terror~~ 'weirdness'.

Again, it wasn't just 'The Building', the surrounding neighborhood was ... 'weird' - rocks from the sky following me as I ran and that 'guy' who literally appeared out of nowhere when I was playing army one day.

Then there was the family about six blocks away who had the Poltergeists in their house. That was in the Chicago newspapers as I recall.

Yep I'll have to write these up.