HAUNTED FORT STEWART APARTMENT?

Join me for a bizarre encounter at Ft. Stewart, Ga.

In 2003 when I was a Dog Faced Soldier of  the 3rd Infantry Division.   I had a Supernatural encounter  at Ft. Stewart, Georgia.  Yes, I was not the only person in this apartment complex to have had an encounter of the supernatural kind. My buddy, and my wife to be, also got their own taste of the supernatural too...  

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Haunted Ft. Stewart, Georgia Apartment?

It was 2003 when I returned from Germany to my new duty assignment at Ft. Stewart, Ga.

My best buddy Ed Koeck, stopped by my office in the motor pool and asked if I wanted to go 

check out the apartments outside the front gate?  I said yeah sure why not. We got to move out

of temporary billeting soon so yeah let’s do it. He also said, he knew of a mattress sale where we 

could pick up a couple of queen sized beds for like $150 each and they will throw in the frames for 

free. Sweet I said.  Ed had given me a ride the previous week to pick up my little Nissan pick up truck 

I had bought locally from a dealer. It was 5k and still smelled new inside. I was just glad to have a truck.

So we got are apartments and we lived diagonally across from each other. Ed was my Kramer from 

Seinfeld if you will. He would just pop in from time to time and throw an idea out there to see if I was

up for going out, eating dinner, what have you.  So it was our first night in our respective apartments.

I think Ed went out with another buddy to Savannah for the blues music.  I declined because I was tired 

and not yet acclimatized to Georgia’s 90% humidity. So I ate ,took a shower, and decided to crash 

it was not too early because I was still unpacking, I think it was 11:30pm ish?  Before I forget let me give 

you the layout of the apartment.  It was a one bedroom apartment. The studio was insanely small so I 

said give me the one bedroom. Ed also selected the same size apartment as mine for the same reason.  

You just need more than one room, but you need it. I didn’t want to feel like I was living in a barracks 

room. So The one bedroom I got.  When you look at my apartment from the outside, you see a long one 

story building which is divided by partition walls and houses 4 separate apartment in succession. My 

apartment was on the end and right next to the parking lot. So I could see my truck and Eddies Jeep

from my front window. The entrance to my apartment was on the left hand corner of the building.

So when you entered the apartment you basically walked diagonal to get to the kitchen which was 

Behind a tacky see through book shelf partition.  So when you were standing beside the bookshelf

To your front was the entrance to your kitchen.  To the right of the cabinets was a laundry room to

Hook up your own washer and dryer. Yes I bought my own I got tired of buying rolls of quarters and

the laundry mat.  I preferred to be able to do laundry and other things simultaneously.  Yep, Ed came by 

a lot after that too.  As I was saying when you are standing next to the book case and on the dividing line 

of the kitchen and living room. Immediately to your right is a 3ft x 3ft hallway. One step your in the 

middle of it. To your front now is the full bathroom. Your sink, toilet, and then full tub / shower. 

At your left arm and still standing in the hallway is a small linen closet. To your right arm is the Bedroom. 

Also the same size as your living room. So my bedroom was behind the living room wall.  Now as I said 

my door was diagonally positioned across the living room. Also on the same wall as the entry door was a 

large window with a long built in a/c unit. The kind they have in budget hotels.  You have a small window 

in the bedroom too.  Outside they had these round globe street lamps like in the 1900’s but these 

were styled like the 1970’s. big round clear globe on a pole 6 to 7 feet tall. I would often leave my living 

room blinds open just a little so I would have some natural light in the living room during the day but

still have my privacy.  Speaking of privacy I also changed my apartment locks when I moved in. I figured

apartments this close to the front gate of Fort Stewart are bound to have keys floating around some 

where and the lock was pretty worn anyway. I did give the main office the spare keys and told her it 

would help me to sleep better if I knew I had the only key to my apartment (minus the office). She was

okay with it cause it did not require a work order and I gave the office the two spare keys.  So it’s 

11:30ish. I have my bed set up with my head facing the living room partition wall. I am lying in my bed

in a semi fetal position on my left side.   In a pitch black room, facing the linen closet which is being hit 

with the outside lamplights through the Venetian Blinds I left partially open.   I am just about to fall 

asleep. (midnight by now) When I hear my front door open all the way up, and slam shut. It sounded 

so loud I thought whoever slammed it must have a lot of strength and was trying to slam it off the 

hinges and through the door jam. Seriously, it was like when the wind slams a door shut. Needless to say

I was wide awake now as I heard heavy footsteps crossing my living room. Deliberately Stomping as each 

step was taken. It took me normally 12 steps from the entrance to my room to the front door. So I 

pulled the covers off my legs to be ready to spring into action as thoughts raced through my mind of 

how could this be I just changed the locks? I prepared my attack plan as I counted each of the heavy 

thuds six, seven…My plan was to jump from the bed using it as a trampoline and with a double leg flying 

kick and catch my intruder in the face or chest to slam them through the linen closet and into the 

laundry room behind it.  I mean from the sound of those stomps whoever it was, was big.  I knew he 

would be blinded by the lamp light from outside and the room was pitch black so he would not be able 

to see me till it was too late. He would see my feet first as they collided with his head and chest. This 

would give me the element of surprise. Eight, Nine… I should see someone by now where is his shadow? 

Ten,…All of a sudden my head began to sink into the pillow and now I am looking at the linen closet 

through one eye as the other is buried in my pillow. Due to what felt like a 300 pound man sitting on my 

right arm, as I am still lying on my side in my bed. Yes, I had a plan and before I could get in the ready to 

spring position. Something sat on me like you would sit on a toilet.  Only I was the toilet and now this

was unexpected. Whatever it was it was heavy but not human when a person sits on you it will affect

your breathing. This did not affect my breathing. It did however block the nerve signal to the right side 

of my body. I mean I wanted to move. My arm and right side just were not receiving the signal from my

brain telling them to move. So while freaked out I was not scared I was actually angry because this was 

what bullies do to kids, sit on them. So I thrust my left leg and arm which were receiving signal, out from 

under me and pivoted my hips in one explosive movement. Like when I wrestled in high school.  As I 

pivoted my hips whoever, or whatever should have lost their balance and either fell forward or 

backward.  As I pivoted I punched at what should have been their lower back or buttocks. I hit nothing 

and the bed did not jostle as it would if two people were on it. It just vanished and I bolted for the light 

switch. As I turned it on and began swiping the air as I cleared my bedroom. I said, fight me now…in the 

light coward! No response, no noise, no more footsteps, nothing. I went and checked my front door for 

damages. No damage, and it was still locked, dead bolt and all? I opened my curtains in my bedroom so 

the lamp light could come in, and said out loud as I turned off the light. Try it again…Punk. Goodnight!

I went back to bed and slept lightly expecting a wrestling match to break out. Nothing more happened 

that night and as I drifted off to sleep I thought…boy I wonder if Ed is having any problems over there? 

Well the next week was uneventful.  Then one Saturday night I was making music tracks on the PS2.

It was actually a funky hip hop styled track with some Chinese chimes mixed in and a guy saying 

uh…yeah.  It was coming along nicely when out of the corner of my eye I see this 6 inch tall figure. The 

only way I Can describe it is to have you Search Google images for the Norwegian nytroll. It looked like a 

solid black Nytroll with shiny eyes like a doll…and no I did not google this troll and then make this up.   

This is the only way I know how to describe it and that is as close as it gets. Nope haven’t been to  

Norway either… Back to my experience  So, I fiddled with my controller and waited for it to look at the 

TV. Then While pressing buttons real fast on my controller I quickly looked directly at it.  As soon as it 

caught me Looking at it through its peripheral vision, It turned into a puff of smoke.  Before that it kept 

ducking behind the living room chair whenever I looked in its direction out of curiosity of the movement  

I saw out of the corner of my eye.  When it turned to a puff of smoke I laughed out loud said I saw you!

The next day I dropped by Ed’s and asked if he wanted to go get something breakfast at waffle house.

He said sure and was looking under his bed. I said what are you doing? He said I think I saw a mouse.

Something black darted past me when I was doing some pushups and ran under my bed but I don’t see

Anything…or any holes in the wall or box spring.  I laughed and said come on let’s go get something to 

eat I’m starving I’ll explain it on the way.  He nodded okay but kept looking around the room and at the 

on the way out.  

 When my girlfriend and future wife Hilary decided to move in after she graduated from Georgia State.

I had for gotten about my little pain in butt.  She was making dinner for us to celebrate our moving in 

together as I watched the local news to see how things were going in Iraq. I was due to deploy there 

soon.   She suddenly called my name and had a strange look on her face like when you see a mouse.  I 

said what is it? You see a mouse.  She said, no not exactly. I don’t know how to say this…I chimed in just 

say it. She said I don’t want you to think I am crazy but I think I saw what looked like a 6 inch little Black 

man looking at me from under the table. When I looked at him he vanished into a puff of black smoke.

I said you’re not crazy I see him all the time. He’s harmless.  Later on we were lying in bed that night 

discussing purchasing a home. When all of a sudden it sounded as if someone just walked into the 

dresser at the foot of the bed. The dresser shook and Hilary immediately clutched my arm but of course 

there was nothing there.  I looked at her I said he’s harmless… and clumsy. This happens all the time.  

It’s no big deal. They can’t hurt you just ignore it.  The meal she had made was filling and delicious.  So 

as we started to drift off to sleep she suddenly grabs my arm again and says, what was that? It sounded 

like it pushed a plate into the sink.  So I yell like a drill sergeant if you want push dishes in the sink you 

can go ahead and do them. Otherwise keep it down I got work in the morning!  The next day after we 

both returned home from our jobs, me being in the Army, she being a Nanny. The apartment was quiet.

We did buy a house close to the front gate but off the road to Jessup.   It was owned by the town 

Librarian who passed away recently.  We had almost no activity until one day Hilary was folding laundry.

She was on her way back out of, then baby Quinn’s room when she heard his barn yard toy say 

Quinn, Quinn…That was the last experience we had in Georgia as I got orders for Ft. Hood. We bought

Another home in Temple, Texas…but that is another experience.

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