am I the ghost upon the stage?

Honestly and bluntly, I’m rather bored.  So I decided to write on this week’s theme, which is about paranormal and supernatural experiences.

I lived the first 10 or 11 years of my life in an old apartment building downtown.  There were at least 3 occasions when I was living there, and one more when I was visiting, that led me to believe the building was haunted.  First, when I was quite young, I woke up in the middle of the night.  Fully awake, I rolled over and noticed a pair of eyes staring at me from the opposite wall.  Maybe it was a child’s nightmare.

The second occasion involved my sister.  She had gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.  When she past the living room, she noticed a man.  He turned and looked at her, and said, "Hey!".

The third occaision, and to me, the creepiest, occurred when I was 10 or 11.  I woke up, once again in the middle of the night, and glanced over at my sister’s bed.  I noticed 2 people lying there.  One was my sister.  The other was mostly cloaked in darkness, but seemed to be wearing black robes.  Your stereotypical Death, if you will.  He was playing with the clock.  The next morning, I woke up and the clock was set several minutes fast.

After we moved out, my aunt still lived in the same building, and I visited her frequently.  One night, I was spending the night.  I woke up because I felt that there was someone staring at me.  And I heard breathing.  But there was no one there.  I don’t know if it was my imagination.  I don’t know if all of these were my imagination.  But that building creeps the hell out of me, especially at night.