Hello and welcome to mini episode 240 of Real Life Ghost Stories, and I have three

spooky stories for you today and the last story comes from November the 30th, 2022, and story number

one comes from Liz. There is a mission style fourplex apartment building, one of many such

styled buildings in the flatlands of Berkeley, California. When I moved there in June 1976,

it was painted a pale blue lavender and had palm trees in the front. Inside was very quaint but run

down. The private staircase must have been five feet wide going up. The one bedroom was separated

from the living room with French doors, and with an eating knuck, private laundry room, and backstairs

down the yard. It was a nice place. I lived there peacefully by myself for three years before this

happened. The night before, or rather the morning of, I was awoken by a big noise in my closet.

Everything had fallen off the shelf at once. I thought it was probably one of our earthquakes and

went back to sleep. There was no earthquake. That next night after getting comfy in bed, I could hear

fast, quiet tapping on the wall right next to my head. And this happened almost every night for a while,

I think, as long as two weeks. The first couple of nights I was mostly annoyed but as it continued,

it started to weird me out. And I would scrunch down in the bed to get my head away from the wall

and cover it up. I couldn't figure out the source of the tapping. It was not caused by water pipes.

The head of my bed was on the other side of the stairwell wall, and the plumbing was at the

other end of the apartment in the back. Then one night I lay down to go to bed and I'd barely

gotten snuggled in. When in my left ear, I clearly heard a sing-song female voice say,

Lizzie, I'm here with you. Well, I left about of bed, smashed the light on and proclaimed,

oh no, you're not. I marched around the apartment turning on every light and making a stand in every

room. And then I got tired and went back to bed. There were no more utterances from the unseen,

and that was the last of the tapping. I lived there for another year.

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