Dead End Apartments (Extended Version)

I turned to it and I said, what do you want? And I took a step forward and it rushes that me. Earlier this year, we published a story called dead End Departments. There was a part where Haley mentions a type of urban legend or rumor where kids had found skeletal remains and thinking was a prop or something, they dragged it around the area scaring each other. But we found the article that details it, and it's linked the description. We're also releasing an extended cut version of her story right now. My name is Edward, and here is Haley's true scary story. Way back in twenty ten, my sister was newly engaged. I was living with her in a little house in central Oklahoma. Her fiance moved in. I knew I didn't want to cramp their style. I didn't want to be the third Whill in their house, so I packed up and moved out. I found this apartment. It was all bills paid, very spacious, but the address was kind of weird. It was on the east. Side of the town, which is kind of a shady part of town anyway, and I just didn't recognize that. I was looking at where it was and it didn't make any sense. I gave the apartment manager a call, and she was brand new the area, and he and some other people had renovated the apartment conflex. I went and toured it. I'll never forget going through the neighborhood, and I was like, the east side was kind of shady and had its own infamous stories with it, different things, creepy things that happen there. The way this town is apartment complex is they were usually by a highway or by a main road. It just didn't make any sense, but I followed the directions. I went through this neighborhood, well into this neighborhood, and I remember seeing that the direction said there's a dead end sign, but keep going, and so I did. There is this apartment complex in the dead center of all these older homes, so they've been there a while. I tore it. I absolutely love the apartment. The one I tore is the one that I'm going to take. It was just spacious, It's exactly what I needed. I move in. Everything's fine, But the only thing I kind of placed my finger on was this feeling, this feeling, this heavy feeling in there, especially in the bedroom. I didn't know what it was, but I know what it is now because I recognize the feeling elsewhere. In other places. It's the feeling that you're not alone, the feeling you're being watched. A couple months later, I happened to meet my now husband. We start dating, he starts coming over, and that's got to be when things started. I would wake up and hear things moving, and it's just little things. It's not huge sounds. That's the weirdest part, you know. It's little things. And then there's that overwhelming feeling that I'm being watched too. So I'd wake up and he would hear the same things. Clicks, things moving, and my cat, I mean, the most fat, chill cat on earth. He would be at the edge of my bed in the middle of the night. It was always, you know, one am until like five am. Instead of puddling with me, instead of relaxing, he'd be on the edge of my bed with his ears propped up right listening to everything I would hear, and his. Head would jerk too. I would come home. In the middle of the day and be for him, and he's like a dog. He's like there to greet you when he comes through the door. But when I would come home from work or something, he would be hiding under my bed and he never did stuff like that. He would run out and you know, be really talkative and be glad that I'm home, But I'm like, how is he under there? That doesn't make any sense. So I always had the feeling that something really bothered him. I was always too scared to get up too. And I remember it was around my birthday. I had tissue paper and I would put that on the floor for my cat to play with. I would hear it at night, moving around the floor like my cat was playing with it. But whereas he at, He's still on the edge of my bed, looking down at what I'm hearing. But I don't want to look over the edge of the bed on the floor. And I remember my husband looking at him and thinking, that's really weird. Noises continued, and it was always at night, only at night. One night, you know the holy thing for blinds that in my bedroom. I remember I never saw it, but I know the sound. I heard it being smacked against, like it was pulled and then thrown against my blinds in my bedroom to the left of my bed. The noises kind of continued, but in my head. I'm like, Oh, it's just me, this is just me, this is just weird. It's all on my head. I'll wake up if I have a nightmare and like just watch like something funny, and then I'll calm down right, and then. I'll go back to sleep. At this apartment, I would wake up and watch show after show, movie after movie, and I would still be terrified and I wasn't getting any sleep. I would finally be able to pass out around like five in the morning, when light starts coming out in the summertime. One night, I woke up. I thought I heard something in the house. My husband was staying over, but I didn't want to waken up. I got up and I went to turn on my light. I was touching the light right and it would not click on. And then I'm looking around and I realized, oh, am I still dreaming. I know something's there. I know something in my house, and I have a filling I'm being watched. I hear something and I see in my doorway to the hallway there's a mist, a dark miss punched over and I just know it's staring at me. Even though it's just this black mist. I think that I'm dreaming, and so I want to wake up. I'm horrified. I want to wake up since I was little. If I'm having a nightmare, I confront the monster and I wake up. When I did this, I turned to it and I said, what do you want? And I took a step forward, and it rushes at me. I get knocked over. I feel like I'm knocked back into my body and I sit up straight, I can barely breathe. I have a hard time like making my heart just calm and to go back to normal. And my husband wakes up and he remembers me just being absolutely horrified by what I just went through. When I talk to people about that experience, and like everything was normal in my room, except it was really. Dark and I couldn't turn the light on. They believe it was astral projection, and I had never done that in my life. You are in a dream state, or you think you are a bit, you actually leave your body and you're able. I never looked back and saw my own body, but I bet if I did, I would have seen myself laying there. But it's the belief that you can be in that dream state and be walking around. It felt so real and it scared me, and of course I didn't sleep that night. That's going to be a common theme, is me losing sleep, me losing what you need every single night to focus and be functioning. My dreams got worse and worse. I'm a very vivid dreamer. Usually they're just kind of chaotic. It's not really anything there, but the dreams I would have, it's very hard to explain, and it's almost embarrassing, how bloody and just body parts, heads, everything laying around. And it would only be in the apartment. I would be in the apartment looking around and there was just gore, just absolute terror in the house, strown about and it didn't make any sense to me, you know, And I would just wake up horrified once again, like what is going on? That it would always be in the apartment. Another night, I was having this stream that I'm in my apartment and it's all dark, and it was kind of like when maybe I was astral projecting in my room when I woke up and saw the thing in the doorway, But this time I'm walking around in my living room because I think I hear something and it's all dark and I'm walking towards my kitchen and I see something in the corner of my eye, A shadow run across the room and duck in a corner, like in a dark corner behind my couch. I'm so tired and fat up that I say hello, I saw you, and I'm just mad right this thing crouching there, and once again it runs at me, and I wake up again, barely able to breathe. Just the same feeling. One night, I woke up and I felt, you know, like I was being watched like usual, but I can't really move. It was more of a sleep paralysis, like I just can't move. My eyes are open, but I'm not moving. I see like a white light above me, or kind of light shining down and I can't move, and it didn't make any sense, and it's really a small part of the story, but I've never forgotten it. Then I just close my eyes and I'm able to wake up, and it's gone. This keeps happening, but I can't tell you how much denial plays the part. Like whenever people are like, why don't you just move, I'm telling you your own mind is your own worst enemy. Because you think it's you, it's you, Like you're going crazy, things are gonna be fine. It's always like the next night will be better, like you're just hoping for that to happen. I have my Halloween decorations out at this time, and I remember that very clearly because I love Halloween. And after these experiences, it started to not be so fun anymore. I didn't like seeing certain things because it reminded me of this apartment. But in my head, I'm like, it's gonna be fine. Let's go have a date night. And we did, and we came back to my place and we made a palette on the floor, and I remember we were gonna watch Beetlejuice and just have this great time. We start watching the. Movie and I remember feeling so sick, sick to the core, body aches, fever, my nose started bleeding, and all I can remember is I'm going to have to call into work, Like you have that immediate feeling that I need to call in. Oh no, what am I going to do? I'm just absolutely miserable all night. I pass out at some point. I wake up. As soon as the sun is up. I'm fine, I'm not sick. And when I get a fever and I'm done right and so it was really really crazy. Over time, I start to not sleep. Of course, that's the biggest drawback with all of this, besides just feeling so scared all the time. I decide to break my lease and move out. I do so, and I save my cat and he comes with me to my husband's house because he has one, and I get permission to move in with him and everything for my parents. I let the apartment manager now, I said. I just want to let you know. It's a great apartment, but this has been happening, this kind of stuff. It's so hard to explain, you know, to her, and she seemed pretty open. She was like, oh my gosh, I had no idea, like she just said she'd ask around. So I'm moving out and a guy friend comes over because he's going to take my couch. This is in the middle of the day. We're just I'm just talking about different things with him, and we go into my bedroom, which is basically empty except a couple of I'm giving away, and we're talking and then two lights go out as we're talking. It's from the ceiling fan and he and I don't even talk, like, we don't say anything. They go out. He walks over and checks the light bulbs, and two light bulbs had been twisted out at the same time. They don't fall to the floor, they just go out. So he goes over and twist them back in and they turn on, and he goes He's very contrary, my buddy, he goes just so you know, that happens again. I'm running and I was like, I get it, I get it, I get it. I'm just fed up, right because this time it's in the middle of the day, it's not even at night, and I just say, I'm obviously moving out. I get it. You're mad, Like, I don't even know what happened. But I found that every time in the dreams and anything else, when I would engage with whatever was there, it made it so much worse, or I was confronted or something would happen. But the light bulb thing was the last time I stepped foot in that place. So I start. Living with my husband and he is he's in a great house. That was our first house together, and that's where we had our baby and everything and great memories. But when I moved there, I. Was still having sleep paralysis, and I had never had that before in my life, but it was horrifying. I didn't see anything. I would just be stuck and I would hear voices that were hard. To make out. I had to take sleeping pills. Even though I was in a new. House, I always felt scared. I still had that feeling of just not ever being able to calm down. And like I said, I love Halloween. I couldn't even watch scary movies anymore, especially not alone. I was always always anxious to the core. I am living with him, and I have a friend that actually blesses homes and stuff, and I always thought it was interesting, but I didn't really know much about it. I remember telling him that I am still not okay, you know, I'm still scared all the time. He came over and him and my husband left to go somewhere. I don't remember, but I was at the house and he did text me and he said that a young man has followed you there and he seems lost, but don't worry. I took care of it or I sent him on his way. So maybe my friend was like dealing with that without trying to freak me out. I don't know. Because of what I experienced at the apartment, if it was like I became more vulnerable to other things, other spirits, other whatever, seeing me more as a beacon. I'm not really sure, but after that, I was still scared. I still took pills, just go to sleep at night. There had been rumors when I was growing up in that area there were kids on Halloween dragging around what they thought was Halloween decorations, but it was a body that had been decomposing. It's a very wooded area. It's like they just kept you know, older trees a little further off. There's this big highway. I mean, that's how I would get there. My friend had quite the few stories when she would have to babysit for people. That lived over there. They were and newer housing. And I don't know if it's the area, that's why I'm bringing it up to you, but she would wake up and see a man in a loincloth like he was Native American, staring at her, and then he walked out, and so she and I would always think, like, wow, is there a burial ground out there? Because I mean, all over Oklahoma, those are a lot of the stories that the kids tell their family built on property when they didn't know that there were burial mounds where princesses are buried. I had been out of the apartment for a while and I get a call from the old apartment manager, and she was just trying to settle something else with my lease. But she said, oh, I asked around to people that have lived in those apartments since they were built, said, I found out about where you were living. She had talked to the man across the hall from me. I never got to really meet any of my neighbors or anything like that, but she talked to this older man, and she said a woman had lived there with her husband. The last people to live there. This woman got cancer. Stage four, and her husband packed up and left her. They would hear her, and I remember the walls were buried thin, and they could hear her crying at night. All the neighbors could hear her crying at night. Of course, you can guess she passes away. She dies in the bedroom. Everybody knows she had passed on right, and the apartment gets cleared out. After that, All the neighbors would talk about it. All the neighbors could still hear her crying at night. When she told me that on the phone, I immediately got goosebumps all down my arms because this whole time, I'm the one that's crazy. I'm the one there's something wrong with me here. But it all made sense. She said, I have a single woman living in there right now. As long as she stays single, maybe nothing will happen to her. Because we put. It together that I brought over my boyfriend my now husband, and things started to really take a turn. When I am moved out right, I bring back another guy friend and then the light bulb thing happens in the middle of the day. It seemed to be like some kind of horrible, hateful energy left behind that did not want men around, and I don't want to come off seeing everything was like peachey king, because like I said, there was a heavy feeling like I wasn't ever alone, but it wasn't like what happened and what became physical later on. I'm very lucky that I like found some sort of answer to like maybe what was happening to me, because I was in complete denial that it was on me. After that, me and my husband get married, I find out I'm pregnant, okay, and immediately I don't have sleep paralysis anymore, and I'm able to sleep, I'm able to rest, I'm able to have peace at night. Whenever I've talked about it with other people or I've really thought about it, what I believe in my heart is that my baby like absolutely blessed me. And some people have told me like, of course, babies are so protected. I felt such a sense of peace. Pregnancy makes you so uncomfortable in so many ways, but hey, I was able to sleep and I got the rest that I definitely needed. It stopped sleep, Prouse has stopped, and being afraid stopped. It was an incredible sense of peace that I felt. The Mayo Hotel in Tulsa, it's just beautiful, and me and my husband stayed there a couple times. One sweet we stayed in, I kept waking up and looking at the doorway. I mean I would just jolt out of my sleep. Who's there? You know, that kind of thing over and over, and it was that feeling we weren't alone. Nothing else happened. It was just that that heavy, heavy feeling, something's there, something's watching. The only other time I felt that was an angel fire New Mexico when my family went skiing, we found a cabin up in the woods, and it was it was really a door like two story in the room. My husband and I stayed in same thing. I would jolt up, you know, sit up and look like who's there? And I'm telling you, We've stayed multiple places, so it's not like I'm this way with every place. And it was oho. Something was there. And I remember talking to my sister in the living room and it's just a little thing, but I remember her looking to my left and she did a double take and I go what and she goes nothing. I don't know. Something was going on there, and I told her about that later. I didn't want to scare anybody. But I was like, something is watching and something was up in our room. During the time I was in the apartment, I was kind of at a low point in my life. I think we all. Have that kind of a bit of an existential crisis. And it wasn't good health wise, everything, spiritually, why, you know, spirituality wasn't there. So at night when these things would happen to me and I. Was so scared, I would say a prayer Joshua one nine, pretty strong and end up good courage, do not be afraid nor be dismayed because the Lord your God is with you. I would say that because when I was little, I would say that, right. But I was not in a good place, like I said, so I could say this first and maybe it makes me feel a little bit better. But it wasn't genuine. I wasn't I wasn't being genuine in my faith. And I think that really really form my opinion. You know, we're all different, but from my opinion, I was not genuine in that type of prayer. And I think I got stronger after this experience. With all that, I think I was very vulnerable and whatever it was, whatever she was right, that. Was left behind. I think it feeds on that. It feeds on that negativity and that weakness, and I just got weaker and weaker as I lost sleep and lost my sense of self, and that my family saw me change. I was just exhausted, and they believe me, Like they're sweet people. They knew that I wasn't just making something up. They knew it was weird and that I didn't want it happening. I'm not trying to get attention that feeling of being watched. I'm just glad I can recognize it. And now I'm like, oh, I wasn't alone. That's what. To get in touch, check out the links in the description and sign up for a free newsletter to get weekly paranormal mysteries to your inbox. This extended cut version of Hailey's story was edited and sound designed by Sarah Vorhez Wendel a VW Sound, with additional production by me Edwin Kobar Rubiaz and the Scary ffteam. Thank you very much for listening. Keep it scary everyone. Let see you soon.