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The original was posted on /r/ghosts by /u/JustFigure2035 on 2025-09-23 18:14:29+00:00.

I’ve never posted to Reddit before, so today I thought I would share one of my many ghost encounters in NW Ohio. 2000-2001. I lived in an old apartment in a historical NW OHIO town, in a historical building converted to apartments downtown. My small 1b-1ba apartment had 2 windows- both facing the roof of the adjoined building.

My apartment always had a somewhat heavy feeling…. But I rarely noticed as it was my first apartment and I felt so proud and independent. I was in College PT, worked FT, lots of friends, had a not-serious SO, and my first apartment all to myself. Life was good.

That said, I have always struggled with depression, so, despite all the good things, sometimes the depression would grip me for months at a time.

It all started slowly and mostly in the bathroom. Weird noises. The shower door opening and closing, things like that. Sometimes when I would sit alone at night watching TV it would literally feel like there was another person in the room with me. Shortly after I moved in, as I lay sleeping in bed, I heard a noise and felt someone crawl into bed with me. In my head I thought- oh, it’s just SO hopping into bed, but then I realized he didn’t have a key to my place yet. My brother- must be my brother… but he wouldn’t get into my bed with me, he would lay on the couch if he was out late with his gf and didn’t want to go back to our parents house. With my eyes shut- I reached behind me and felt the empty bed…… I slowly looked over my shoulder and saw a dent in the pillow and the outline of something next to me. I pulled my hand back so fast and hid tight under my covers waiting for morning. The next day, I made an announcement. I told the ghost we could live together, but it could NOT scare me. No slamming things- no jump scares- we can live together if ghost is nice. The apt quieted, but I could still feel the presence watching me from time to time. One night, over Christmas specifically, I was feeling lonely (all alone in my apt for the first time after coming home from visiting family) that I could feel someone standing over me as I lay on the couch by my lit Christmas tree. That night I decided to talk to “him”. It just felt like it was a him and he was lonely too. I talked to “him” - aka nobody- for a long time that night. I talked to him whenever I could feel him- which was often. When I moved out of the apartment I said goodbye and asked him to respect the new tenants. A few years later, after I had moved away, a friend of mine let me know that he worked with the sister of the man who had successfully self-harmed in that apartment. He was a lonely sad guy and, to this day, I hope he’s found peace and left that apartment.