This will be a few stories from this location. Event 1: My first experience at this location was very subtle. One night, during that phase of sleep where you're still aware of the world, I could hear a deep groaning sound coming from the wall between my bedroom and living room. I woke right up but I remained still and visually located the shotgun next to my nightstand. The sound was slow and constant as it traveled from the left side to the right - toward the door between the two rooms. It felt like time had slowed. I was sure that this was a home invasion. When the sound reached the door, it just stopped. No other sounds were happening in the living room so I got up, grabbed my shotgun, and slowly walked up to the door where I put my ear close to listen. Silence. I turn on the strobe flashlight and immediately rush the room to clear it, clearing all areas possible to hide (under table, behind the chair, etc.). Nothing. Doors locked and latched still. Room is quiet. I turn around to go back into my room when I notice that TV, which was mounted on a sliding mount, and all the connected devices were slid to the side closest to the door. The sound source suddenly made sense, but the actual cause did not. The TV was mounted on a level, which took a lot of effort to actually move (2009 TVs, although flat, were heavy as hell) and the attached devices were on an entertainment center below it. Somehow, the heavy TV and every device was pushed to the side closest to the door, wires still taught where they connect to the hub/wall. It was clear it had all slid to the side because of the trails in the dust. I left it all as is to investigate in the morning and went back to bed with no problems. The next morning, I went into the living room and noticed something else that I didn't the night before. All the items on the coffee table, just opposite of the TV, were also slid to the side closest to the door with some even pushed over the edge. Almost like a gravity well opened for a moment and pulled all my stuff toward my bedroom door. I checked the integrity of the TV mount and found that it was very stable. There was absolutely no explanation for what happened unless the whole building was tipping. I even checked for earthquake history to no avail. This event led me to buy the cheapest video camera (phone cameras sucked back then) that I could afford as a poor college student. Event 2: This event happened about a month after the first event (first major one at least. The place always felt haunted). While playing games in my living room, I heard a scratching sound coming from my bedroom behind me. Thinking it might be my dog, I kind of brushed it off and continued to play my games. I kept hearing the noises so I turned around only to notice that my dog was asleep right behind me on the couch. With the noises still happening, I decided that I should probably go check it out, this time with my High Def 720p camera capturing the moment. As I got closer, I found that the sound was coming from inside my clothes closet and getting more frequent. I reached out to slide the door open when all of a sudden there was loud thrashing coming from inside the closet, causing the doors to bellow out, nearly knocking them off their tracks. I ran outside of the apartment as fast as I could. When I finally had the guts to go back inside, I felt a heaviness to the air - almost as if I was in water. I slid open the door and all the clothes, still on their hangers, had somehow unhooked themselves from the (intact) bar and were piled up against the back of the door, as if to keep me out. I tore all the clothes out until nothing was left and the closet was just empty and normal. Dumbfounded, I put my closet back together and then hooked the camera up to my computer to review the footage. Corrupt. I watched the playback on the camera just minutes earlier. I even went and hit the "eject memory card" option on the camera and waited for it to power off just to be sure that the data would safely transfer to my computer. I placed the memory card back into the camera, which then prompted me to format the card. The video was gone. "No matter. I'm here for a few more weeks. I'll capture more footage then." I put the camera away in its little case and placed it on the shelf just inside my room. Event 3: About a week after event 2, I could not get any sleep for 4-5 days straight. Each night at 1:34 am, I would wake up and have a sudden burst of energy that usually resulted in me watching Discovery Channel for a little while. I was well-disciplined about caffeine, water, sleep schedule, and working out at the time so losing sleep was really strange. One night, the clock struck 1:34 am and my eyes opened as if on command. I sat up in bed wondering why this was happening to me so much lately. Instead of going and watching TV in the living room, I decided to open up Zombie Survival Guide (a huge hit back then) and read till I could hopefully fall back asleep. Suddenly I hear a thump somewhere in the apartment building, but I figured it was just a neighbor also having trouble sleeping. Thirty seconds later, I hear it again but this time it felt closer. I turned off my lamp and grabbed my flashlight and camera, leaving the gun behind in favor of the camera. I check that it was working correctly (it was, also used it multiple times the previous few days for school) and start recording. I hear another thud, this time outside my bedroom door somewhere in the kitchen. I quietly open the door and hear a whoosh sound just outside the door and turn the flashlight on to full brightness and exit the room only to find nothing. As I stood in the empty living room, all lights turned on now, I sat on the couch and checked to make sure that the video file was present and not corrupted. I was happy to see that it was there. I put the camera back on the shelf and just went back to bed when I finally calmed back down. The next morning, the camera was gone. Missing from the spot that I always kept it. I checked everywhere for it but couldn't find it. I lived alone and my tiny apartment was secure - locks on all my windows and doors, especially the ones accessible from the balcony. Plus, it was a small apartment (like 500 sq ft) so if anything happened in there, I would know it. I tore the apartment apart trying to find the camera to no avail. That was enough for me. I put in for a rush to my next place and was lucky that the previous tenants had actually left earlier that very week and was already move-in ready. I moved the next weekend. At my housewarming party, I met a friend of a friend who happened to live in the same building that I used to live in, but they were on the complete opposite side at ground level. They proceeded to tell me about some strange stuff that happened to them like their shower turning on at random and shoes flung all around the entry way, so I shared my experiences. After hearing my stories, they also rushed to move out.