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My apartment is haunted. Without a doubt, freaking haunted. About a month ago, I moved into an adorable one bedroom with boyfriend, Nick, and found out the history behind the building. Apparently, it used to be an old hospital up here in the early 1900's. I can't actually find anything about it online, but yeah, it's a freaking hospital. the apartment next to mine is above the old morgue. I can't decide whether to love it twice as much or be creeped out.

I know it's haunted for three reasons so far. 1, well, I've been told. 2, found a reeeeeeeeeeeeeally old really small dog collar. At the BOTTOM of my laundry basket. I don't have small dogs. Nick never saw it before, and there's no way to explain it. and 3, one night, we found a small print in the dust under a coffee table. It looked like a footprint, but it was waay too small for my foot. It had to be a child's footprint, maybe a 10 year old. But in both our families, the youngest is 13 and the print was fresh. Thinking back, I should have taken pictures, but we were both so freaked out at the time, he brushed away the print and we threw out the collar.

I look forward to regaling more haunting stories about my apartment when I have some more. If I disappear though, now you all know why. Malicious ghosties on Halloween!

Update (10/27) Woke up this morning to Skype up on my computer. No computer restart and I haven't actually touched Skype in about 3 years.