These next few we’re going to call the Jenna Chronicles.
Jenna was my roommate for years and got this whole thing started for me. We sat down together that first night and set up http://www.geocities.com/chrisandjenna441/Massachusettsghostsandlegends/, the precursor of Massachusetts Paranormal Crossroads.
In addition to being willing to talk to anyone and egg me on to do the same, Jenna was a magnet for activity. She was part of the background for the Mr. Mustache story and the Haunted Majestic legend and experienced the FedGov and Charlesgate cases with me. By the time we made our first trek into the Bridgewater Triangle to look into haunted Rehoboth, she had already experienced enough odd things to fill a book.
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Sometimes it takes a while to piece together the little things that happen on a day to day basis and realize there might be something else at work. Sometimes when spirits don’t get their due they pop their heads up and tell you they’re there a little louder.
Jenna and I were living in an apartment together on Commonwealth Avenue in Brighton. It was a small apartment with a tiny room for a front entrance that had an intercom system and a door buzzer. We centralized the phone there and soon found Jenna’s cat, Karma, was fond of playing near the front door.
There were two locks on the door, but I never locked both of them, even when nobody was in the apartment, because the same key that unlocked one unlocked the other. Anyone who could break into one could easily get into the other. I soon became annoyed at Jenna. She would double lock the door when she went to bed and then double lock it when she left in the morning. I was getting bored having to open both locks every time I wanted out or in. After a few months I asked her to stop. Her eyes sparkled when she told me she never touched the lock, but was getting annoyed that I was always double locking the door. This continued until the day we left.
During the same time, Karma would often jump at the wall in the front entrance, playing with something that wasn’t there. The intercom would often buzz and there would be no one needing to get in. We didn’t think about it too much because the apartment building was filled with younger people like ourselves. Whether drunk or just trolling for someone to let them in, it would not have been unusual for people to hit an apartment that wasn’t there’s. Our phone would ring at all times of the night and day and there would be silence on the other end of the phone. Several attempts to contact whatever was there failed to give us any solid proof of a spirit, but we knew they were there.
It wasn’t until my friend was coming to stay with us that we experienced fully what the ghost was capable of.
My fiancé at the time, Jill, had come to stay with us over the summer. She and Jenna were at home waiting for my friend to arrive from out of state while I was working down the street. Jenna was working at the computer in my room and Jill was sitting on my bed. They were talking when they heard something in the front hall. They stopped, and heard the door lock by itself. They looked at each other, and Jenna screamed and jumped on the bed. They heard it click several times, and then the buzzer went off. After arguing over who would get the buzzer, Jenna went out. It was my friend. She buzzed him in and unlocked the now locked door, opening it a bit so he could get in. She then ran back to my room and on my bed.
Several seconds later there was a knock at the door. The door was now closed, and the deadbolt locked. They both walked to the door, arm in arm, and let him in. When I got home an hour later, to a double locked apartment, they were all still on the floor of my room.