A strange apartment

 This happened quite recently — about three years ago. At that time, I lived with my parents in a three-room apartment. My dog was constantly looking at something, as if he saw something that we didn't see. She was barking at something in the doorway and growling.

After some time, I spent the night at home alone. I watched a movie and went to bed. I hadn't had time to turn off the lights everywhere and get under the covers when someone knocked on the bathroom door three times (probably anyone knows exactly how knocking on every door in their apartment sounds). I quieted down — there was a deathly silence. I started to reassure myself that it was my imagination, but then there were three more knocks on the front door. I jumped out of bed, picked up my phone, called my boyfriend, and started explaining to him what had happened. He told me not to panic and calm down, reminded me that I had definitely locked the door when he left me that evening. He advised me to go and look through the peephole. I did just that — I walked down the hall to the front door, simultaneously turning on the lights everywhere. When I got to the door, the lights in the whole apartment went out. I was just dumbfounded by the shock. Through the peephole, it was visible that the light was on on the lower floor. I started crying into the phone and begging the guy to come to me. He said he was on his way out, but before he could finish the last sentence, my phone went dead. He couldn't discharge in any way, as he had been charging all day. I pulled myself together and resolutely went to the pantry to get candles.

She lit a candle, took it in her hand and went to her room and began to pray that everything would stop. And then I heard footsteps IN THE APARTMENT RIGHT DOWN THE HALL — slow at first, and then someone seemed to come running into my room and stop next to me. And then I just started vomiting out of fear — I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Then I heard the bell ring. I had no time to run to the door when suddenly there was a STRONG KNOCK ON THE FRONT DOOR again! I froze, but then I heard my boyfriend's voice outside the door. With a sigh of relief, I opened the door. At the same moment, the lights in the entire apartment turned on, and I heard the beep of the phone turning on in the room. The guy also saw how the lights were turned on all over the apartment, and looked at my face, pale as whitewash. We spent the whole night in the kitchen.

After this incident, everyone at home constantly began to hear someone walking around the apartment. Dishes were breaking, wires were flying through the air by themselves... Family relations became strained — we were always fighting. Soon we decided to move out of this apartment. They sold it, and new residents moved in.

Just a month later, the tenants called us early in the morning and mockingly asked if we had noticed anything unusual in the apartment. We answered in the negative with a shudder, and they told us that they had heard their baby daughter screaming and crying at night. We ran into the room, and there the child was hanging in the air, as if someone invisible was holding her by the throat. When the adults entered, the "hand" abruptly released its grip, and the girl fell to the floor and suffered a concussion...

What it was, and how these people are now, I do not know. But I am very glad that we left this apartment on time.