26. Tap, tap, tap

It happened when I was at a hot spring hotel in South Korea with my siblings. Our room got upgraded to a suite with a tatami room, a double bedded room, balcony, dining area and kitchenette. As we were on the fourth floor, we could see the rice fields from the balcony.

The moment I walked into the room, I had an uneasy feeling that made my hairs on my arms stand on end. I attributed it to the air-conditioning at first. At around midnight, when my siblings and I were midway through our pillow fight in the tatami room, we heard knocking from the wall in the other bedroom. There was no one else in the suite with us. Feeling creeped out, we decided to stop fooling around and sleep huddled together in the tatami room. That was when we heard tapping coming from the glass doors of the balcony. It was the unmistakable taps of nails on glass. That was when I remembered that there were no trees or branches near our balcony. We totally freaked out and didn’t even dare to walk out to draw the curtains to check. Throughout the whole night, I clutched my jade amulet and prayed.

The next morning, other members (of the tour group that we were in) staying on the same floor mentioned that they had experienced disturbances at night too. The other most notable incident was of an old lady whose blanket kept getting pulled off her bed.

27. Same Apartment

After college I spent 3 years working for Servepro. Mostly cleanup of sewer backup, mold removal, fire damage. If the job was particularly shitty, bonuses started kicking in. Automatic 50$ if shit was involved, 25$ after 6pm, 50$ after midnight etc. Fucking hoarders were so shockingly common it was sad, but you got 25$ a day. The big money was dead bodies. Murder was more than natural death unless the body had been sitting for a bit. Suicide was second only to dead kids. Kid suicide was 250$. Mind you the bodies were no longer there it was just site cleaning.

Anyway, I ended up going on three teenage suicides, total. Problem was all were in the same apartment, one in November, two in December. Roughly one year apart. Same fucking apartment. Even with three guys working during the daytime, there was an oppressive creepy dread that was almost physical. Like in your clothes the way campfire smoke lingers.

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