Lonewulf (lonewulf) wrote in lonewulfff,
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Golum - The prankster

Golum
     Golum really is a special story for me.  This was my first real encounter with ghost activity.  I had many incidence with this spirit, but I couldn’t tell you what order they came in.  So I’m just going to put them up here in whatever order they look ok in.
     The haunting of golum started several weeks after my girlfriend at the time, we’ll call her R. to protect the guilty, moved into her new apartment.  I was around 15 years old and thought that her having her own apartment was kinda cool.  Anyway, as I said, the spook didn’t show up until several months later, after 1 very specific event.
     The event that triggered the haunting was while we were up in the attic of this apartment.  It was a 2 story house with attic and basement converted into basically a duplex, and the owner/landlord lived down stairs.  This fact will be important later.  Anyway, we came across a boarded up hole in the wall of the attic on an outside wall.  It was kinda strange to see a hole in that location, seeing as how it was 1) in the attic, 2) was on an outside wall, and 3) looked like the hole was intentionally put there and then later boarded up.
     Well, being of the inquisitive sort, we pulled the boards off and saw that the hole opened up into what looked like a path to the lower part of the house between 2 wall joists.  A kind of tunnel down the wall actually.  You could just about put your head in there to look straight down.  Well, we wanted to see how far down the hole went, whether it stopped at the floor of the attic/ceiling of her apartment, or further down the wall.  So we tied a flashlight to a piece of rope and started lowering it down into the hole.  We never did find out how deep the hole in the wall went because after it went past what should have been the attic floor, the flashlight went out.
     We pulled the flashlight back up and tried to get it to turn back on but nothing we did would work.  We didn’t really think anything of it at the time because it was one of those cheap flashlights, so we figured we had just broke it somehow.   But little did we know that that was just the beginning.

     Shortly thereafter, she started noticing things would turn up missing or in the wrong spot, but didn’t think much of it at the time.  What you have to understand was R. was around 23-24 yrs old and had 3 kids.  Yeah, I know what you’re thinking but anyway, she had just figured that her kids were moving/hiding the stuff.  What got her to realizing that it was something else was when her and her kids were out of town, her landlord had heard something in R.’s apartment and had gone up there to ask her something.  After realizing that there wasn’t anyone in the apartment, she had thought she was just hearing things and when back downstairs.
     When R got back home, the landlady had mentioned hearing something in R’s apartment and that when she checked, the doors were locked and that she didn’t see or hear anyone in the apartment when she checked.  R only had the one key to the place, so she knew that none of her friends could have gotten into the house.  That’s when she started noticing other strange things, like cold drafts and cold spots that weren’t always there, doors opening when no one was around, stuff like that.
     What really let us know that there was something strange going on was something that happened while I was in the apartment with one of our mutual friends, we’ll call him J.  Now R smoked a little pot now and then, and so did J.  As for me, I’ve never felt the desire to do any type of drug, and to this day, I still hate to take even asprin for headaches.
     To get back to the story, R had just gone out to score a stash while just J and I were left in the apartment.  There were two ways into and out of this apartment.  I’ll put a diagram up when I get the chance.  But anyway, there was the front door, which is what everyone used, and the back door, with had stuff in front of it and was locked, so nobody could get in that way without making a hell of a racket.
     While R was gone, J and myself were looking at the handywork of R, who had dismantled 2 bowling trophies and had turned them into 1 big bowl to smoke her pot in.  So you can imagine how big it was.  At least the diameter of a 1 liter soda bottle and about 1 1/2 feet long.  After looking it over, we put it down on the dining room table and sat down in the living room.  The living room has a direct view into the dining room, but not the whole dining room table.  The front door opens into the living room, so there would be no way for someone to sneak into the apartment without making a hell of a racket or walking right in front of us within 6ft of where we were sitting.  I was facing in the direction of the dining room,  so I had a direct view of the table.  Well, about 10 min after going into the living room, R came home with her score.  So all 3 of us got up( her kids were at her mom’s house) and went into the dining room.  The bowl was nowhere to be found.  They never did find it.
     Another occasion, we had gone up into the attic to see if we could find where the draft was coming from.  It was summertime and the attic should have been blazing hot, but it wasn’t.  It was a comfortable.  After searching for awhile, we gave up on trying to find the location of the draft, since we hadn’t felt it at all.  So we sat down on the floor and just started chatting when out of nowhere, the attic door dropped shut ( it was one of those trap door variety) for no reason.  When we looked at each other with blank expressions and shrugging shoulders, the temp dropped a noticeable amount.  That’s when we bolted and never when back in the attic except when it came time to move.

     The final part of this story was when R was getting ready to move.  She had had enough of golum and figured to get out of the place.  It was a few days before she would be moving out, but had already packed her stuff and had been moving stuff out all week.  While packing, she realized she couldn’t find this picture in it’s glass picture frame.  She had looked high and low for it, but couldn’t find it.
     Well, while R was over at her new place unpacking, the landlady heard a loud crash.  So she went up stairs to see what it was, figuring that something that R had packed had fallen over and had broken.  So when she had gotten up there, she used her key to get in and noticed that there was a glass picture frame in the middle of the floor smashed with bits of glass all over the place.  The landlady couldn’t figure out how the picture had fallen where it had, since it wasn’t next to anything, but decided to go downstairs and get her broom and dustpan to clean it up for R.  Well, the landlady locked the door, went downstairs to get the broom.  For one reason or another, she got delayed for a few minutes, and when she had finally gotten the broom and dustpan, R had just pulled into the driveway.  When R asked what the landlady was doing, the landlady described the mess the pictureframe had made when it hit the floor.  R mentioned that she had been looking for that picture for weeks and hadn’t found it.  So R and the landlady went upstairs to see if it was the same picture frame.  When they unlocked the door to get inside, the glass and the frame were nowhere to be seen.  R said the landlady turned white as a ghost and exited post-haste.
     Several weeks after R had moved out, she went by the old place and saw that it was up for sale.
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