This is a true story, however, it's not mine it's my great aunt's and it's true. How I know you ask? First of all, she doesn't lie, and second of all she has witnesses because her husband and her brother were there. So on with the story!!!

Back in the late 70's my great aunt, her husband, and her brother decided to live in France for awhile. They thought about getting a house but they didn't know how long they'd be there so they just rented an apartment. The apartment was very nice but then again every place in France is nice. Anyway it was the first day and they were still unpacking boxes and fixing things up. When my aunt went to put the towels in the bathroom she noticed something spray painted on the bathtub. In red paint it said "Jim died here." Well of course she was very freaked out but her husband said it was probably someone who lived there before that put it there as a joke. My aunt decided to let it go but she still felt like it meant something. Now this is when things start to get weird. One day she was in the apartment by herself and the bathroom door creaked open. She thought it was weird since all of the windows were shut so there couldn't have been a draft. However, she brushed it off. A couple of hours later after the incident things got even stranger. She heard the water running in the tub and she knew she didn't turn it on. Soon she started to hear gasping. And when I say gasping I mean gasping for air. Anyway obviously after that she ran out of the room and went downstairs to the front desk. The lady noticed my aunt looked very frightened. She asked what was wrong and my aunt told her she thought someone was in her apartment. The lady asked her what apartment she was staying in and of course she told her the number(I don't remember the number). The lady's face went completely pale when my aunt told her the number. My aunt asked her what was wrong and the lady looked at her with a horrified expression and said, "I'm sorry to tell you this but the apartment you're staying in...that was Jim Morrison's apartment. The one he died in." Apparently the longest anyone ever stayed in that apartment was one week. Nobody would stay there. Needless to say my aunt, her husband, and her brother moved the next day and stayed in a hotel until they could find somewhere else. The apartment is still available to this day.