This is a something that happened last year while visitng my friend Valerie while she was living on her own in Orlando. She was up there for school and her parents bought her a 1 bedroom apartment near the UCF campus.
The buildings looked pretty new but you could tell they were renovated especially when you went into the elevators. Anyways, we were spending the weekend there with her with a bunch of our other friends to go to Halloween Horror Night at Universal Studios.
The night was a bit freaky to begin with...while I was taking a shower and getting ready to go, the towel that I used and had hung on he rack behind me, started to move like if there was a strong wind blowing at it. Mind you, there is no window in the bathroom and no air from an air conditioning could have moved a WET towel that way! I didn't think much of it and just went on getting ready. I was almost done and went to grab my lipstick from the counter where I had set it down just moments before, and it was gone. I checked everywhere, on the floor all over the counter and in my purse. I know I wasn't going crazy so I called in my husband to check the bathroom for me as well, maybe I was missing something, but he could not find it either. I said forget it and just went out into the living room.
Valerie was to take a shower next, she walked into the bathroom and found my towel on the floor, she scolded me for not picking it up and throwing behind the toilet. I told her that I had left it hanging on the door which is on the opposite end of the bathroom, nowhere near the toilet. We both looked at each other and I saw a look of discontent in her eyes and I knew she knew something more than she was letting on. I left her in the bathroom and she asked us to not come into the room since she was scared and wanted to leave the door to the bathroom open.
Only a few minutes passes when she comes screaming out of the tub and into her room, naked and grabbing a towel off her bed. We ran to see what was going on, and she had 3 scratch marks, or rather someone or something had clawed on her back. The cuts were somewhat deep and she was bleeding very badly!!! Another friend that was there helped her clean up while my husband and I looked inside the tub, wondering if maybe it could have been something that she had brushed up against that could have scratched her like that. when I opened the shower curtain to look into the tub I almost fainted when I saw my lipstick sitting on the lower rim of the tub!
I didn't even want to pick it up! We walked back into the room and Valerie confessed that there had been some weird things happening since 2 weeks before when she and her friends from school, decided to play with incantations and spells out of a book that belonged to one of the girls' aunts. She said that the week before we came, she woke up in the middle of he night to her stereo coming on all of a sudden, and then when she came back to her room her bed had a large pool of rancid smelling clear liquid. She slept the rest of that night in her living room with her dog.
Occasionally her dog would wake up and start growling towards her bedroom. The next day she went out and bought a new mattress since hers smelled horrible. When she got home, there was a black feather on her dresser and it smelled like something rotten as well.
After talking with her about the events of the past few days, we told her that if there was a spirit there, she needed to communicate with it and tell it to please go away!
We all sat in her living room the next afternoon and she tried it. Almost instantly there was a loud sound almost like a shatter that came from her bathroom. We all ran to see and her mirror had split in 2 and one side crashed down as we looked at it shattering into little bits all over the bathroom floor. That was the last day she stayed in her apartment. She moved in temporarily with a friend while the apartment went up or sale and hasn't been back there since. She still even has the scars on her back as an eerie reminder of what happened those 2 weeks.
Marlene at Miami Ghost Chronicles is a freelance paranormal investigator and writer.
Over the years I have had several ghost stories sent anonymously to me, and it's these quaint and subtle stories of hauntings that I find so fascinating, because you realize that ghosts make their prescence known in the most mundane of settings, and sometimes it's only in hindsight that we realize exactly what we were experiencing. I have excluded surnames and exact addresses in order to protect the privacy of families.