Haunted Sanctuary

Submitted by Vikki West

I moved to Little Rock, Arkansas in 1995, just after the Murrah bombing in Oklahoma City.  I had been homeless for a year. In time, I was able to settle into a small 2 bedroom apartment in North Little Rock.  I had just enough money to buy needed amenities, but I couldn't afford a bed, so I bought an inflatable mattress and put it in the back bedroom.  At first, the apartment was my sanctuary.  Looking back, I realize now that it could have been an outhouse next to a sewage plant and I would have loved it because I was homeless for so long.  So when things started getting strange, I pretty much ignored it. 

 

In December of 1995, the apartment became a place of fear for me. About the first of December I wasn't getting much sleep; I would be up and down all night.  I also noticed that my adopted cats would not go into the back bedroom where I slept, unless I was there.  The area in front of the closet door in that room seemed to draw my attention at all times.  I made sure the closet remained closed because I would get really uneasy. The front room began to seem depressing and heavy; I thought it was just the "honeymoon" being over.

One night, just as I was about to doze off, I vaguely noted that one of the corners of the air mattress I was using for a bed seemed to dip.  Sleepily, I thought it was a cat and kicked around to shoo it off the bed.  I eventually fell asleep.  A few nights later, I felt the sensation again; in time, I realized that it wasn't a cat, so I wrote it off to my imagination.  Still, the movements of the mattress quickly increased in frequency.  The nightmare culminated on New Years Day of 1996 at about 1 in the morning.  You see, the sensation of something / someone sitting down on the air mattress was on the move.  By New Years eve, what ever it was had moved around the bed and the dipping (which I now had determined felt like someone sitting down on my bed), had moved up to my hip area. That night, however, when I lay down and closed my eyes the bed dipped again, right next to my head.  I even heard a type of sigh when it happened; I now write that off as the air moving in the mattress.  Yet, it remained obvious that something was depressing the mattress next to my head.  The situation went on until I was nearly hysterical; at three in the morning I got up and moved everything in that back bedroom to the other room.  I was in tears, bone tired and terrified.  I completely closed off that room and wouldn't go in there.  Period. 

 

The situation had done it's damage, I gathered my courage and called a friend.  I sheepishly told Annette that I thought the apartment was haunted.  I was surprised when Annette didn't start laughing at me; she made plans to come over and check it out.  Sure enough, Annette confirmed there was something going on in the apartment.  She requested and received my agreement to bring in an acquaintance of hers who was psychic and did banishings. The night they came was incredible; I was amazed to find the psychic saying that there was indeed a ghost in the back bedroom.  He said it was always there, standing in front of the closet door watching out the window.  He also told me that when the man was alive he sold drugs there.  He did seem puzzled because, while the ghost haunted there, the man had not died in the apartment.  At the end of the investigation, we gathered and joined the psychic in a banishment prayer. 

In time, I was able to move back into that back bedroom and sleep well.  The banishment had worked. 

 

I had been encouraged by Annette and the psychic to research the apartment's history.  What I found left me stunned.  It turned out that prior to my moving in, a couple had been living there; and the man had used the back bedroom as a drug operation.  One night, he and the woman he lived with got into a terrible fight.  During the argument, the man had moved out onto the landing just outside my front door; she followed him out there and the fight grew physical.  The woman ran back to the kitchen and got a knife.  She stabbed the man to death right there on the landing outside my front door.  The psychic had been right in all counts; the ghost had not died in the apartment, but right outside of it.