We lived in this apartment building at 167 Pleasent street APT 4 on the second floor Worcester Massachusetts when I was alot younger and alot of strang stuff used to happen to everyone that lived in the house or came to visit.
Nothing happened when you were alone except for once to my cousin. We had a halloween party the night it happened and he woke up in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen to get a cup so he could get some water. The water in the bath room of any house is always colder then the water in the kitchen, so he went to the bath room to get some water and someone tapped him on the shoulder and ran down the hall laughing. It was an older mans voice he told us the next day. and the thing is that everyone in the house at the time this happened was asleep long before it happened.
There was also a time when my aunt and mother were in the kitchen cleaning and we had a little pantry where we kept all the tubbaware all stacked neatly. Well my mother went to open the cabbinet and all the tubbaware fell out on her so her and my aunt put it back up neatly and it fell out on them again as if someone were pushing it. So my mother yelled cut the shit and it staked it self back up right in front of them.
There was another time when we were all sitting in the living room and we had to lage sofa's two chairs and a love seat we had throw pillows on the love seat because no one ever sat on it. Well we were sitting there and one of the throw pillows stood up on its side and rolled across the floor into the game room and then rolled back and went back up on to the love seat. We all just looked like what the hell was that.
Anyway these are all true stories of an apartment that my family and some of my mothers friends lived in. That is over a one hundred and fifty years old.