The apartment had not been rented out in years. I always wondered why not? The Super simply told me that he had no idea. I talked to my new neighbors as well and they too were mute about the situation. There was no information available online as well. All I knew is that I was getting an amazing deal! Where else in New York City could you get a fully furnished, two bathrooms, three room flat for less than $700? It was simply unheard of. As the last of my belongings were moved in, I paid the movers and sat down on the La-Z-Boy. As I breathed a sigh of relief, one of the movers sarcastically said “Good Luck.” This seemed strange, so I sprung up to ask him what he meant. He simply smiled, took a sip of the water I gave him and walked out. The rest of the movers giggled down the hall as well.
I watched the mover’s leave then locked the door. I turned around and the phone rang. I went to pick it up but suddenly stopped. I did not have phone service yet? In fact, there was no visible connection from the wall to the phone either. How could this be possible? I picked up the receiver and heard a raspy voice say “Good Luck.” The goose bumps began to rise as I dropped the phone. I was breathing heavily as I heard the bedroom door creak. I walked over to the bedroom, opened the door and noticed the window was completely open. I went to close the window and noticed several trick-or-treaters on the street below. I smiled and fondly remembered my days as a youth in Ohio. I closed the window and the door behind me shut! I turned around and yelled, “Who’s there?” I was absolutely in terror now as I slowly approached the door. I grabbed a hammer that was resting on top of the hope chest. As I walked past the bed, something grabbed my feet and I tumbled! I was yelling at the top of my lungs while trying to break free. Whatever this was, it was pulling me under the bed. I was throwing kicks but only hitting air. All of a sudden, it stopped. I quickly got up and even the bedroom door opened.
I was in tears now as I ran out of the bedroom. Could this all be my imagination? I was a stranger in a new city with no friends or family to call on. How would I be able to explain all this to my new boss? These thoughts were running through my mind as I attempted to storm out of the apartment. The front door would not open! I struggled for minutes until I heard someone knocking on the door. I screamed for help but all I heard was “Trick-or-treat.” I yelled at the kids to call the cops and told them someone was in my apartment. I could hear the kids laughing as they vandalized my door with eggs and shaving cream. As I fell to the floor sobbing, one of the kids said “Good Luck.” It was like the devil had ripped into my body and pulled out my soul! I fell back on the hard wood floor, not knowing what to do. As I looked up at the ceiling, I heard the kids laughing down the hall. I laid there like a rock, too frightened to move or say anything else. With the hammer on my side, I closed my eyes and hoped this was all a dream.
When I awoke, I could not move my arms or legs. It was dark outside and I wondered how long I had been asleep. While there were no visible restraints, something was holding me down. I tried to reach the hammer but suddenly it moved! I was in shock and began praying as hard as I could. Why? Why was all this happening to me I asked? No one was coming to my aid as I heard the wind blow outside. The phone rang again, the bedroom door creaked, and several of my belongings had been shuffled around. No wonder the apartment has been vacant for years I thought. As I pulled focus, I noticed something on the ceiling. The words “Good Luck” had been carved into the plaster. I struggled to get up but simply could not. I was yelling again but no one could hear me. The La-Z-Boy recliner moved and it was now next to me! I asked the entity why was he or she doing this to me? I heard the same raspy voice say, “Because I can!” A thunderous roar of laughter then ensued as I fought to get up.
I managed to get to my feet somehow and again ran for the front door. The lights in the apartment were flickering. I could feel the hair standing up on my arms and neck again. I did not want to turn around. I felt a tap on my shoulder and screamed as I swung my fists. I yelled, “Leave me alone!” All I could hear was laughter all over the apartment as I fell back to the floor. I got up again and this time I was pushed across the room. I ended up banging my head on the side of the entertainment center. I was dazed, hurt and barely able to get up. As I turned to my left, I saw something on the television screen. The words “Good Luck” appeared once again. I stumbled across the living room for one final attempt. This time, the front door was completely opened. I quickly exited the apartment and ran down the hall screaming! A few of the neighbors finally came out. They were all dressed in demonic costumes and began walking towards me.
As I explained what was happening, the neighbors simply responded “Bad Luck.” Everything went black as I heard the police sirens.