So, after the apartment where my roommates and I heard stuff fall in the kitchen, I moved out of there and back in with my roommate from freshman year and another friend. I don't move back in with the roommate from the previous apartment until after this one. I live with her now and we don't have any problems here. But back to the story. So, living with my college roommate again and another friend, this apartment was much more tame in my opinion. I lived on the 2nd floor here and took the elevator to the basement to do laundry. Well, I disliked the 4th floor and 7th floor for some reason. Just didn't like them they had awful vibes. I had the elevator try to take me to the 7th floor multiple times and the 4th floor once- skipping my floor. I disliked these floors BEFORE this happened, so standing in the elevator while it skipped my floor was terrifying. I didn't get out on those floors and simply waited for the doors to close so I could go back down. Also, note I didn't live in a bedroom here, I lived in the dining room with curtains up and my other two roommates had bedrooms. This time we had my cats Pepper and Ra and my roommate's cat Mika. Let me tell you. We didn't have much happen in terms of small instances, but this big thing happened. So, one day I get a call from my roommate to meet him at work (we all worked the front desks because I got them both the job) so after my shift I walk over there. It was Cary and Belvidere Residential Center. He was sitting in the lobby with a mirror. I immediately hated this mirror. Maintenance was renovating the bathrooms and they took this off of the wall and my roommate wanted to keep it so badly. It was chipped on the sides in places and had some of the back rubbed off so some of it was just see through but he wanted it. So I paid for a Lyft because I wasn't going to walk all the way across campus with a mirror. I was irrationally TERRIFIED of breaking it. Even though I didn't want the mirror, I was really protective of it and I REFUSED to take it up or down any stairs for fear of it breaking. We got it home and took it up the elevator and sat it in the living room. College roommate hated it too and she wanted us to get rid of it. Other roommate, he insisted we keep it. Well, me and college roommate started having nightmares. I don't remember much of them, but they featured a lot of confusing and cryptic things and we'd wake up like SWEATING. After a couple weeks me and college roommate decided to get rid of the mirror and other roommate Reluctantly agreed. But when we tried, the elevator was down. And I REFUSED to take it down the stairs because I was so scared of it breaking. Cue the bad luck. So, since I lived in the dining room, my stuff was tucked away in a corner of the living room next to the AC. Not only was my stuff subjected to the AC dripping water and flooding part of the living room, but Mika also started peeing on it. Didn't find either out until a few days in where I had to throw much of my stuff away because of the mold. Stuff started breaking in the apartment and I had a terrible falling out with my family. College roommate had bad luck too. Electronics messing up, transactions messing up. Other roommate was suspiciously having the best luck EVER. Found money, surgery dates got moved WAY up from years in the future to months. Really good days, gifts from people. And we took notice of this- it had only been a week since we wanted to throw the mirror away and every time we tried, the elevator was broken even if they had gotten it fixed and I had ridden it up after a shitty day. So, we pull out the Tarot cards. All it was was just terrible cards. 3 of swords, 10 of swords, manipulation and bad luck and just awful things. And when we asked about other roommate, it only had good cards for him. We pulled several of the same cards throughout our asking questions and it was clear that we needed to get rid of the mirror. But other roommate was attached again and moved it TO HIS ROOM. Why? Because we were going to throw it away again, but when we moved it, he saw a seal on the back of the mirror of where it was made. The same town his mother works in. So he took it as a sign to keep it since she lives in a completely different state. I tried to cleanse because I was stressed and when I was done, I put my Palo Santo on the kitchen counter and it burned shaped into it. I fucking swear- it looked exactly like a little fish and above it was a little circle and all I could interpret it as was fish taking bait. So other roommate asked me for my Tarot cards and sat in front of the mirror to ask it questions (he does not do tarot. Myself and college roommate do) and what he got from it was that it was taking luck from us and giving it to him because he saved it. I was at work at the time and people kept opening the bathroom door by the desk for some reason and it'd show the mirror, which was facing the desk and fully on me, which freaked me out. So he decided he really needed to get rid of it and we ended up taking it out the next day and saying goodbye to it. The whole ordeal was just a few weeks but it was stressful. After that, everything was fine. No other weird stuff happened.