My daughter was two and a half when we left Vegas for Iowa. We rented an apartment for the first six months so we could find jobs, and get a feel for what area of town we wanted to live in, etc.
The apartment was small. The living room/dining room and a TINY (aka 'one butt') kitchen on the first floor and two bedrooms and the bathroom upstairs.
I never really liked that apartment, though I couldn't ever put my finger on a reason why. You should know that when my daughter was born, someone gave her a little stuffed bear in a Chicago Bulls cheerleader uniform. She LOVED that bear. She took it everywhere with her and to bed with her every night.
And after we moved into that apartment, she didn't want anything to do with that bear. I'd find it stuffed in the closet and under her bed. She said it talked to her, and it freaked her out. Yes, she was young and kids have vivid imaginations. But it was like someone threw a switch...she suddenly HATED that bear. Even years later, when I found it in a box she didn't want anything to do with it.
The only other thing that happened in that apartment that freaked ME out was a series of incidents where I could hear her crying in her bedroom and I tried to go to her but was unable to move. I've heard of sleep paralysis, and yeah, that's a possibility. But it just seems strange that I'd never had it before and never again since. I can't tell you how terrifying it was to want to go to my daughter to reassure her and be unable to even speak.
Another spooky story tomorrow!