Thanks for sending me ghost stories, everyone! It’s been fun and horrifying to check my inbox lately. I’m slowly drawing my way through your submissions.
Here’s one from an anonymous reader:
during the winter i lived by myself in a mostly vacant apartment building in small town PA. at night i partitioned my bedroom from the living area to save on heating, so it would get kind of cold in the rest of the unit overnight. one morning i woke up and found the entire apartment outside of my room to be freezing cold; i could see my breath in the air and everything. it turned out the kitchen window was open–i thought maybe i had forgotten to shut it after setting off the smoke alarm while cooking the night before. but then the next morning it happened again, and i had double-checked before going to bed. for a few days i would have to shut the window every morning and give myself a new explanation for it. the last straw was when i was in the living room reading one night and i heard a scraping, creaking sound from the kitchen: the window being opened. i couldn’t pretend i was leaving it open at night anymore. i nailed it shut for the rest of the winter.