Old Southland Apartments On Eureka Rd in Taylor bw Beech Daly and Inkster Rd
by Tiffany James
When I was 15 years old, I lived there. I lived in an apartment building next to the office. There was once a circle to drive around infront of the office and my building was directly to the left. Before moving in there, friends in the area would tell me about a crazy man that lived on the first floor. They said he was very mean and once tried to stab someone in the apartment hallway and also tried to catch the building on fire. I moved in on the second floor. I was pregnant at the time and living with my mother. The man downstairs was indeed nutty and so was his wife. They would come upstairs daily and complain that I needed to quit walking across the floor so much, because I was too heavy! Lol. Anyhow, one day he got a ticket for parking his car infront of the office...which he had been fairly warned not to do in the past. Well, he goes over to the office and starts yelling and screaming at the manager (my friend's mother was the manager). He then goes back to his apartment, gets a gun and goes over in the office and shoots the manager in the head and shot at a couple employees. I was so grateful that I had been sleeping throughout this particular morning. Had I been awake and walking across the floor, I may have gotten shot.
A few months pass, and one evening I fell asleep on the couch. I awoke around 2am (not sure of the time, but it was around this time). I raised my head and looked around me and sitting approximately 200 feet from the couch I was laying on--at my dinning room table--was a siloutte of a girl. She appeared to be my age or a little older, with long hair like mine. I could see her hair and her outline, but not her detailed facial features. I rubbed my eyes to ensure I was seeing correctly...she was really there! I started screaming for my mom. I carried on about 10 minutes and she finally walked into the living room where I was. I turned my head to look again and the girl was gone! BUT, right next to the couch (behind me actually because I was laying on a sectional) was this tall dark figure. I think it was sitting though. It had on a black velvet cloak with a hood and it had no face! The face part was dark dark gray smoke! I said to my mom, as she was rubbing her eyes to gain vision, "LOOK!" She said, "Oh My GOD!" and began praying. I was crying and stiff as a board. I could not move! I told her to turn on the TV to
see if the light would make it go away...it didn't, and she continued praying. I told her to turn on the lamp and she did, and it was still there and she continued praying. She prayed and prayed, I cried out to God to help and the thing didn't budge! Finally after I don't know how long, the thing started to disappear. BUT, not all at once...piece by piece in a black vapor of smoke!
Not too long after, one afternoon I was walking down the hall headed to the bathroom. When I got right to the bathroom, I seen a pair of transparent hands reaching out trying to grab me! And inside the bathroom, there was a pair of red glowing eyes! I was so afraid! But couldn't leave because I had nowhere else to go and live. My mother didn't want to move...she was super religious and believed that her prayer would keep them from harming us...but she failed to realize how these images were distorting my emotions!
A short time after that...one afternoon I was sitting in the living room watching television with my mom and a friend. It was sunny outside and no lights were on in the house. The blinds were open, which made it easy for sun to reflect shadows onto the walls. Near the hallway sat a shelf that my mother would place her "nickknacks" on. I also would place my clipboard that I used for drawing on the bottom shelf. I happened to glance at the shelf and seen my clipboard moving, as if someone were tugging at it. For some reason I glanced onto the hallway wall and looked at the shadow of the shelf. I seen a lady standing there with a young child, a girl, who appeared to be about 2 years in age. They both wore dresses...pilgrim style it seemed. In the shadow, the little girl was tugging at my clipboard. Each time she would tug, I'd glance at my clipboard and it was moving! I told my mom and friend to look, but they never seen anything...they said it was my imagination!
I ended up moving out of there about a year later. Had dreams afterward that would come true about death of a family member...would even see death in peoples eyes and they would die. It slowly wore off after a while of not living there. I heard that about 8 years ago the building just burned down for no apparent reason. The investigators could find no cause of the fire.
Since then, the name has changed and that building is obviously torn down. The years following my residence there, there were many murders and crimes. I'm sure you could google southland apartments and get it's exact location. I feel that the land there is possessed!