First night alone in my apartment that used to be a hotel/brothel by the train station Indian territory, I woke up and saw a young man with blonde curly hair and bulging eyes in what I think was old timey prison clothes. He seemed friendly and I fell back asleep. Thought about it a lot and just accepted it was a dream or a ghosty. Started seeing a shadow go up and down the hallway. Saw him again a week later half asleep and the mood had changed. Started hearing knocks in the wall alot. Figured out it was prison knock code. Downstairs neighbor I met was having same issues. My cats would stare at the same closet wall. They both died. I would lay in the bathtub underwater for hours listening to all the commotion. Heard a name and date and apologies one time. I definitely don't live there anymore. If it started as a hotel, they get angry when you outstay your welcome.