The Cryptkeeper Is To Blame

I have been puzzled with something for a while now. I don’t smoke inside cause it just stinks up the place. FYI…smoking is on my list of things to quit. We’ll see how well that goes. Quitting would benefit me but for the culprit behind the ongoing theft will be pretty angry. Since I smoke outside, I keep a tiny ashtray on my porch. It’s really a flower pot but beggers can’t be choosers. Whatever. It works. I would smoke and throw the butt into the pot. I began to notice something off. I would have a few butts in the pot. It could be the next morning or it could be hours later. The butts in the pot were beginning to disappear. Honestly. That’s eff’ed up. Where the hell were they going? Was it maybe a bird swooping in and claiming my old butts as his? Was he using them to build a nest for his baby birds? It’s possible. Maybe it’s the family of cats that live under the stairs. They are growing in numbers and sooner or later, we’ll be taken over by the feline infestation.

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Contacting The Dead

For months, I have blogged about the craziness I endure at my apartment. When I moved in here, I really thought things were going to be fine. I was sure that all the pain and bad memories would finally go away. Not long after I moved in here I noticed strange things. I would hear scratching from inside the walls. You would think that it was maybe a pest problem. Maybe I have rats living in my walls. But those simple and most logical theories were just that. They were theories. Neither one of them turned into anything. For what was clawing away inside my walls isn’t human. At some point in time, it was human. It was just another normal person living their life with each day being something new. Eventually, this person met her doom by the hands of her jealous husband. To get the whole story about Claudia, click here. This will explain it all.

With Claudia came Carlos. He’s the ying to her yang. He too is another specter. This spirit and I have crossed paths before. Friends and family try to say that he isn’t a ghost. That it’s just my imagination. Say what you want but explain to me as to how after being her for over a year, I have yet to ever see this man? I have never seen him. This only comes to the most logical theory. He is a ghost and haunts the apartment. His ghostly body has tormented me before. He doesn’t care for my music and when that day happened, it explains it all. He contacted me and let me know that he is here. While I assumed he only haunted the apartment below me, that day put all that to an end. I knew then that he has been in my apartment before and to this day, makes frequent visits. Life is grand. Zombies, ghosts, and witches. Why am I so blessed?

When it’s Halloween, the line between the living and the dead is open. During this time the spirits can roam frePhoto Of Ghostely and walking among the living. Being the curious person I am, I decided to see if maybe all these stories I talk about are true. Is my apartment really haunted by a ghost? Is there a zombie living in my walls? I had to know how true this was. My curiosity not only surprised me but also put those stories to rest. They weren’t just stories. They are true. My apartment is actually haunted.  I sat on my couch and took some photos. I freaked out! You can try to say that it was probably a friend. The only problem with that is I was alone. No one else was over. I don’t know what it is. I cannot explain it. Could my apartment really be haunted? Was it maybe a reflection of me or maybe  a trick or treater at the door?

I looked at the photo and wondered if maybe I captured Claudia on film? I mean, it has to be her. What else can it be? I don’t recall seeing a trick or treater at my door and besides, I always keep my door shut. This evil zombie creature is now lurking about my apartment. She is no longer held captive in the walls. Hopefully, it’s just for that night. I really hope that once the line between the living and the dead closed, I wouldn’t have to deal with her and her wicked ways anymore. I will still have to deal with her but being Halloween night, the dead are stronger and can do things.

I was pretty scared when I took that photo, I was determined to see if maybe I could actually capture some more. That was a huge mistake. I should have just set the camera down and grabbed myself a priest to cleanse this place. I took more snapshots and waited to see if something else walked into view. Was I able to get Claudia on film once more? Photo Of GhostI guess I did. Once again, with it being Halloween, I was able to see the ghosts that have been tormenting me since I moved in here. How will I be able to sleep here anymore? How can I continue living in this complex when I know that zombies, ghosts, and witches all live here freely? Sooner or later, it’s gonna be all Hell on Earth if we don’t do something quit to put an end to this horror like movie.

The photos were too much. I left my apartment and went to a friend’s house. I didn’t speak of the photos or the other events I tinkered with that night. I looked pale. She mentioned that. I shrugged it off and played it off like nothing was the matter. I wasn’t about to tell her my apartment is  haunted for real. She is a pretty religious person and bringing up the topic of ghosts or possibly a demon, she would force me into moving and heading to the nearest church as fast as I could.

Getting back home, I feared walking inside. I felt a cold chill. Claudia was still creeping about. I know that. With all the craziness from the night and the several photos I took, I knew that if I pushed myself a little further I could capture something more. I dug an old digital tape recorder out from a box and started it up. I walked around the apartment. If I was able to get photos of Claudia, I bet I will be able to get her voice on tape. I was ready to capture my first EVP.

Below are a few clips from my walk through. I cannot make out everything that is said but it is still scary to know that I caught these on tape. Take a listen and see if you can hear what is being said.

The first one I ask, “Is there someone in the house?” I cannot make out what is said. Maybe you can. what do you hear?


The second one I asked “should I leave you alone?” To me, it sounds like it answers, “GET OUT!”


I assume that I am talking to Claudia and the next EVP only assures me that I am right. I ask if they are buried inside my wall and you can clearly hear, “Let me out.”


Lastly, I went a step further to see if the legend of Claudia and Carlos were true. Asking if she was killed, she replies with his name.


While this really makes the hair on my arms stand up, I am still amazed that these actually worked. I always love reading about EVPs. There is even a cemetery not too far from where I live that is haunted and I’ve always wanted to check it out. I would love to captured some more photos and some more EVPs. Hopefully, I will put that on my agenda and make my way to the spooky graveyard.

This was how I spent my Halloween. Instead of boozing it up, I contacted the dead and made a connection. This only pPhoto Of Ghostroves that everything I have told you about my apartment is true. There are ghosts here and they have no desire to leave. They want me out and I hope for my sake, that I finally come to my senses and get the hell out of dodge. If not, they might come get me in my sleep. They already tried once.

After the photos and the EVPs, I decided not to go further and try to capture them on video. I don’t know if I would be able to keep my cool if I saw a pillow or a book float across my room. I know Paranormal Activity is just a movie but if I had to actually live through that and be tormented by a demon named Toby, I would wet myself. I mean how scary is the name Claudia? Just seeing that photo to the left, I don’t see claws. I rather not have my face ripped off during the night.  Oh well. I am safe for now. I want my friends and family to know that I am safe. I will not let these dark spirits of the night run me off. They don’t have a hold on me and they never will. If things ever do get serious, I welcome anyone with ideas of how to rid myself of these things. Don’t worry, I will protect anyone that comes over. Pray for me. I just hope I didn’t open something up that I shouldn’t have. If I did, I am in a world of trouble.






Carlos Is Back

After months of silence, I have an eerie feeling that the Ghost of Carlos is back. I really thought I was done with him. I made a pact with the devil. The new neighbors came to my rescue. All those things should have saved me from the ongoing torment I get from Carlos. But he is back. He’s returned once more to make my life hell.  I don’t really know if ghost take vacations. If they do, then eff them. They at least do something I don’t. The other day while I was watching television, my phone went crazy. I was getting notifications from an application I use. The app is called, iCam. It is a security camera that will alert me when there is motion. While this could be a very good thing, it can also be something very scary. There have been stories about people catching criminals lurking about their house with this application and many like it.

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Carlos Is Pissed.

I know the repetition of hearing about Carlos and Claudia gets old but I feel I need to share a tad bit of information about the Ghost of Carlos. I know the man is back and is once again causing me grief. It could have been him that give me the deadly cold I was stricken with but I highly doubt it was him. I don’t think ghost can give you a voodoo curse. I know it was the witch that sent this cold my way. The only good thing about the cold and the curse was it didn’t work as planned. I assume she didn’t have the blood of a virgin butterfly. Maybe the blood of some easy, whorish butterfly but not a pure one. Plus one for me for beating the witch and her wicked ways.

Aside from that, I am fully aware of the evilness of Carlos. While I sat in my room the other day, I was hearing the haunting calls of Carlos. I listened to my music, jamming away and playing a rousing game of Spider Solitaire, when out of the blue I started hearing the cries of a children. Poor kids. I don’t like when kids cry. I don’t even like it when kids are around me. Those things are nothing but trouble.

The children were laughing at first. It was pleasant. Not saying I want to hear kids laugh and giggle, but it’s better than hearing them cry in sheer terror. Before I knew it, they began to cry and shriek in terror. What could be the matter? What could be causing these children to act in such a manner? I pressed me ear to the ground. I don’t think I was being nosy. I was being a concerned neighbor. I heard a loud thump, a door slam and the children screamed bloody murder. I wish I was a fly in that room right then and there. To see what was the matter. I know what it was. I know what it is. It was the Ghost of Carlos. I have said before that I have never met the children, nor have I ever met his wife. I don’t even know if the wife is alive or if she ever really existed. Could she have left when she found out about the affair between Carlos and Claudia? I don’t know. I do know that their are children living below me and once I noticed the return of Carlos and Claudia, the kids become more active. Makes me wonder if the kids are connected to Carlos and Claudia. Before this haunting happened, it was as if the kids were no more. I heard nothing below me. Now, it’s a daily headache. The kids are up all the time. They make noises at all hours of the day. I hear them running around all day and night. What are they running from? If it’s something in the house, why not run out of those instead of running in circles like some bad Benny Hill video?

Where was I? Oh, yes. The other day. With my ear pressed to the ground, I heard what sounded like a man talking. It was Carlos. He had made himself known to the kids and is terrifying them. The children would scream each time Carlos would let out a ghastly moan. Each time they screamed, he groaned louder. The children still continued to cry. Carlos continued spooking them with the ghostly powers he has This went on for at least five minutes. The last, final scare came as a demon like roar. The kids screamed loudly. I heard them run out of the room. A door slammed and then silence from Carlos. His short haunting was over. It was becoming quite unpleasant. I don’t know what to do. I have never battled a ghost and if I ever had to, I am sure I would eff up and cross the streams.

I sat on the floor. I scratched my head and was puzzled. What am I to do? I cannot and will not intervene. My life would be at stake. I am already dealing with a zombie living in my walls and have had Carlos visit me before, I don’t want to see this apparition face to face. I feel bad for the children. While they look to Carlos for support, he haunts them with not a care in the world. I don’t know what he is working towards. I am not going to swoop in and save the kids. I don’t give two sheets about them. They can deal with this pissed off ghost all their self. But with Carlos being more active, I fear what will happen when Claudia reaches her boiling point. These two work as a team. Still, I wonder why he is spooking the children. What do the children mean? While I always assumed the children were ghosts themselves, this proves they aren’t. I haven’t even see the kids. I have never seen Carlos. I have never seen his wife. Strange, huh? You’d think that I would at least see someone at least once. Just proves to me that he is a ghost. That his wife isn’t with him anymore and the kids are forced to never leave the house. If they were to get outside, they could put an end to his reign of terror. They could bring peace to this complex. He cannot have them leave and tell the world of his existence. I hope that this was just an isolated incidence. I hope that he never resorts to scaring his kids like that again. It was pure agony. To hear children scream like that made my blood curl. They are trapped and have no way out. If someone else occurs, I will inform you all. Till then, children be safe. Carlos will one day find the light. The ghost whisperer will lead you there.


They’re Back…

It has been a while since I have seen or heard from Claudia. The Lazy Laundriers had moved out. Maybe they were run out by her. They did pack everything up and high tail it out of here pretty quickly. When they new neighbors moved in next door, I was excited. I like to think of them like a gift from God. At first, I was worried. It was storming the day they moved in. That was an omen I thought of bad things to come. The evil weaseled its’ way in secretly. But things change. They were good people. They are good people. I retracted my statement about them being evil and welcomed them with open arms. I was going to be okay. Things were going to get better. I wasn’t going to be bothered by Claudia anymore.

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