| All photos on this page are Copywritten by K. Rane. I have had these pictures for about 10 or so years, I took them after I moved into an apartment in Glen Burnie in 1997. Soon after I was suddenly single again I decided that I wasnt going to live with my parents again, I figured I was too old. I was in my 30's and felt like an old divorced hag. So a guy I was dating at the time talked me into moving into his old apartment because he bought a house in Arnold and needed someone to take over the rent... so I figure what awesome timing. It was great to live on my own because I have always been a loner anyway... I loved it. After he moved out we cleaned and I had a pizza and painting party to get the stuff done. We had a ton of fun in that apt and there was always someone staying over. So much for being alone. lol If it wasnt my boyfriend then it was a neice or sister (I have a ton of both) anyway... I didnt really have a sofa so my boyfriends Mother gave me her old sleeper sofa, which my boyfriend and I slept on for about a week or so till his new house was done getting painted and carpets cleaned. Later I would find out why his mother was so crazy about getting rid of the sleeper. Like I said I always had someone around because it was a new thing for everyone. Then after the newness wore off I had less people coming over and my boyfriend was working on his new house so we didnt see much of each other anymore then we finally broke up. The only company I had was my faithful sidekick Alex, my cat. It was him and I after that. Right after my ex and I broke up I started hearing footsteps in my kitchen, like heavy booted footsteps. It did bother me too much because as you all already know I grew up in a haunted house so I figured maybe someone moved away from home with me this time. One night I was sitting on my "new" used couch with my one neice watching TV when I thought I felt it shaking a bit, I thought maybe it was just my muscles being jittery until my neice said something to me the next morning. Ok, now I was hearing things in the kitchen, the bathroom door slamed in the middle of the night, I thought several time that I heard a mans voice talking from my bedroom when I was in the living room. Now the apartment was a small one room job and quite cozy except in the summer I had no airconditioning and then it was hell. Alex was crazy by the time I got home from work in the summer. I hated leaving him by himself, I worked 12hr days sometimes to make ends meet, in fact I would call him on my answering machine and leave him messages just so he knew I didnt abandon him. Anyway, you get the point of the stuff I was going through with the noises, voices, stuff moved, and the couch shaking. Then my ex stopped over to see one of his friends that still lived in the building and we bumped into each other. I was asking him if he ever had any experiences in the apartment and he said no but he did let it slip that the couch his Mother had given me was the same couch his father linger and died on 2 years before. I thought well hells bells that explained alot. I wasent really afraid but I did bitch him out for not telling me in the begining. At least I would have had a heads up on the issue. All four of the pictures below were taken one night when I was in bed, it was about 1 am or so and I kept hearing russling noise out in my living room so I took my camera and started taking pictures. I was still in bed because I didnt want to disturb any kind of mojo going on out there that is why they are all at a weird angle. But you can see what I got on film. I was using my Canon Snappy 35mm camera at the time. I learned to keep my camera next to the bed so if my "roommate" got a bit too noisy I had it on hand. One night I asked him what his name was and I got the name Frank in my head. Sometimes if I had company or had a bad day I would ask Frank to be quiet or to be good and he pretty much did. After about a year and a half in the apt I started getting sick and had to move out of the apartment and back in with my parents because my Mother wanted to take care of me. I was actually sad to leave my solitude, Frank and all his pranks but I said my goodbyes and have never been back. I know Frank came with the couch but I don't know if he stayed after the new occupant got rid of it. I left it in the apartment because I wouldn't need it anymore. I still to this day miss him and wonder if he is still there. One day maybe I will get enough nerve to stop by and ask the new people if they have had anything weird happen... that is other than me stopping by and asking. lol |
