My Haunted Apartment

Hey, I know we haven't talked in a while. I know it might seem like I'm avoiding you and everyone but, I don't want people over at my place for a while. I think my apartment is haunted. Sure it's kinda old but, it's been remodeled. Sometimes the lights will flicker even though they were just changed. I'll lose the keys that I always put on the key hook by the door. The doors creak at night and, it's creepy for a sleepover. The water in the shower would turn red but, I think that’s due to the terrible plumbing. The last time people were over they kept commenting on how it just feels wrong and saw figures in the dark. Sometimes I see figures walking around and it's creepy but, I think it's just my imagination. My nerves are trying to freak me out. Everything has always felt wrong here.

Sometimes I'll feel a sudden chill up my spine that spreads through to my fingertips but, the A/C is broken and the landlord needs to fix it, don't even get me started on the landlord. The man looks like someone I just can't place. Every time I see him it feels like deja vu, but when he sees me it's like he sees a ghost. Maybe it's because he knows he needs to fix this place before I sue for the money he's making me pay for this. Or maybe it's because of something else like I am a?

Sometimes it smells weird near the walls like something rotten but I think my neighbors are just cooking something I've never heard of before. I think they are chefs or butchers or something because I can hear the chopping. One time I felt a need to go to my neighbors and even though they don't open the door all the way I can see the blood on the table, the large bloodied knife, the blood on their apron, and what looks like a foot maybe? No, it can't be.

Nighttime is the worst, I always have horrible vivid nightmares. I see my body being dragged to my bathtub, my head being shaved, the bathtub filling up with blood. Then I wake up in a cold sweat and feel the pain of being chopped. I scream even though nothing comes out. It's a numb feeling. It's been so long and I still can't get over this. I wish you could help me move on.

I know I've been murdered. It was the landlord. The way he put it is that I was an “ungrateful tenant” he truly didn't mean to take it that far he was angry but, that doesn't excuse the life he took. My life he took. My neighbors helped cut and hide my body. They needed a place to stay and be behind on rent. They made a deal to let them stay rent-free and I guess it works. I get these vivid memories. They crash my head like wild waves then just go away forcing me to suffer in this cycle.

I know I'm stuck, no one knows where I am or where I went. My parents came to get my stuff a while ago but I'm stuck here. I want out. I don't think I'm the only person here in this apartment or realm whatever you would call this place and I don't think it or they want me here. I need help and I'm trying to type as much as I can whenever I can. It takes so much energy to type. You all forgot about me or just don't want to think about me. I'm still here. I'm stuck here. In this old, disgusting haunted apartment.

I hope you write back to me. We'll see each other soon. Once everything is fixed you'll be the first to be invited over. Know I'm always here for you. I miss you :)