Haunted apartment

One weekend while hanging out at my
friend Eric's apartment, I started
getting a feeling like someone was
standing behind me. When I turned
around, no one was there. Eric had
deleted the song thriller by Michael
Jackson off his computer. But at the
stroke of midnight, the song played
on his computer even though was
deleted off his computer a few hours
earlier. Eric said when he went in
his room to turn his computer he
witnessed a ghostly woman from the
1950's dancing in his room. She
disappeared after the song ended.
Later that evening around 1:00 am.
I had just got out of the shower
when an older woman with a slit
throat said "Get a shovel and
bury that cheating dead beat
husband of mine." I bolted out
of the bathroom like speedy
Gonzolez on a caffeine overdose.
When eric asked me what got me so
spooked, I said, "You wouldn't
believe me if I told you."
Around Three o clock in the
morning, Eric ran out of
his bedroom screaming bloody
murder. He said he just witnessed
a guy outside his bedroom
window ripping his own head off. He
moved out of his apartment one week later.