Haunted Real Estate Blog

Guest Post by Pete Chen
Pseudonym for a San Francisco Bay Area Realtor

I walked back into my apartment from the balcony.  It was a still and sunny day but since I was on the third of six floors there was never that much light inside.  I really should have been outside enjoying the weather but I was feeling pretty low-key that day.  So I turned on the TV and flipped repeatedly between something boring and something uninteresting. 

I did manage to get off the couch, if only to walk to my bedroom for a quick nap.  As usual, it was surprisingly dark but I managed to find the edge of my bed to sit down and take off my socks.  For some reason, I peered up at the bedroom door, which had begun to close.

It’d never really been drafty in the apartment and the door usually stayed put.  Whether it was the hinges, airflow, something unlevel didn’t matter.  It was no big deal and I was more interested in my nap.  But then I noticed that the door didn’t shut, it gently swung open again, then moved back as if it were going to close.  It did that two or three times before I walked up to it.  It kept going.  In a firm but almost a half-joking way, I asked, “What do you want?”  Then it stopped.  The door never moved on its own from that day forward.