The Ashes in the Vase

From: Anonymous
Story type: Ghost

Location: Claremont, NH

Source: Form Submission

It all started about 12 years ago. I moved into an old building in the center of downtown. About a week after I moved to this apartment, weird things that I couldn't explain started to happen. The first time was when I was in the kitchen. A bowl moved from one corner of the counter to the other. I brushed it off, thinking that the counter top was wet. From there the experiences slowly started to build up. I would hear the window pains shake. (keep in mind I was on the third floor.) I tried telling myself someone was playing a joke. I felt ice cold spots on the floor. So cold that I would put a rug on them. Shadows in the corners.

I remember sitting at the kitchen table one morning feeding my 6 month old. I was wearing a bath rob with nothing on under it. As I sat there the tablecloth moved. Try to picture this. It was like something or someone came out from under the table and brushed up against my leg. I sat there frozen. I tried to come up with some explanation, but couldn't. It was in the middle of the winter and there were no windows in my dinning room.

Another time I had a few friends come over to watch the Boston Red Sox game. It was the year they made it the series and lost by one strike. I was sitting with my back towards the kitchen. I had a little opening from the kitchen to the dinner room. There was a bowl sitting in that little opening. I looked up and my friends were looking behind me with their mouths wide open. Within 10 seconds that bowl flew down beside me and under the table. Papers came down with it. I never saw a bunch of people scatter in all my life. After we all left the apartment one of my girl friends told me that the bowl was just hovering behind my head. She later tried to get back into the apartment for baby bottles and couldn't get the door open. She said she was hearing the key click and the latch unlock but the door just wasn't opening. She also told me upon saying my name the door opened and she went in to get the baby bottles.

I moved out of the apartment shortly after that. I was told that spirits follow you. Well guess what. It did. As time went on less and less experiences happened. And today I experience very few happenings.

I later found out that a little boy was killed and his mother would keep his ashes in a vase in that little opening from the kitchen to the dinning room.