Let me start out with, I have never believed in ghosts.
Still not sure that I do, but when confronted with something unexplainable, maybe it is time to re evaluate your beliefs.
I will relate the entire story.
This happened some years ago.
A friend of mine with wife and 1 child lived in this house at Virginia Beach for a few years.
I had lived on 73rd street at the beach front a few years earlier, but had moved to Richmond then.
This friends house was about four miles from the beach, and he had moved there from Richmond.
Me and several other friends would go to the beach and visit them occasionaly
One of the ladys along for the trip told me several times she heard or saw strange things there.
The people living there never did hear or see anything, it seemed reserved for outsiders.
On one trip she was sleeping on the couch.
She told me the garage door in the kitchen opened during the night.
The semi transparent figure of a lady dressed in black floated into the room.
She floated over to the refrigerator paused there for a bit, then floated back out, closing the door behind her.
I have known this beutiful lady for a long time and knew she would not lie.
But I did consider she may have dreamed it.
On another trip a friend brought his small pit bull.
A friendly dog who loved boat and car trips, he liked me a lot.
All that weekend the dog would freak out in the kitchen.
Barking and growling and circling a spot in the kitchen, backing up and charging forward.
Acting like he was confronting something that was reacting to him, though nothing was there.
The young lady told me she saw the lady in black again one night.
And she said the lady spoke, I just do not remember what she told me it said, but it was nothing significant.
The second day the dog went nuts, I stood in that corner with my hands on the counter facing into the room.
Out loud I said, I do not believe in ghosts, I do not believe in spirits.
So if you exist, show yourself and do what you can to me.
I challange you and I dare you.
I have no fear of you,
The dog stood there growling in front of me.
Nothing happened, but I got the oddest sensation that I was suddenly in a very deep corner at a very sharp angle.
My hands even had the sensation of the counter and walls moving to close me into the sharp corner.
Visually I could see that nothing actually changed of course.
One weekend me and another guy were going to the beach to see an Alice Cooper concert.
Awesome concert, Alice always did put on a show.
The guy at the beach was alone that weekend, his family visiting relatives in western Va.
We were going to his house that night, and getting up early the next morning, three of us for a fishing trip.
I slept in the kids room, my friend on the couch in the living room.
Busy day, I was tired.
I woke up in the night to the sound of bumps and bangs,
Bright moonlight, visibility good.
Noise from a pile of plastic toys across the room like somebody tossing them on each other, nothing visible, no movement.
Then there was the distinct sound of heavy foosteps crossing the room.
Very heavy and deliberate, so clear that I could follow where they were walking, nothing was visible.
They walked across the room to the head of the bed, inches from me.
Still nothing visible.
On the wall just above my head, I could hear the sound of a picture being snatched loose from the wall and slammed against it.
I heard the picture being slid forcebly down the wall to the floor.
So distinct that I followed the sound with my eyes all the way to the floor.
Nothing to be seen, nothing moved, the wall empty at that spot.
I heard the wooden picture frame shatter, the glass break and scatter over the floor.
No motion, nothing to be seen.
Several more bumps and loud bangs in the hall followed.
Then there was a bang so loud it shook the entire house, the first movement, felt but nothing seen.
It sounded like my friend in the living room had been rolled out of bed and slammed onto the floor so hard it shook the house.
I heard nothing from him, no reaction, and after that all was quiet.
I was tired, an early morning planned, so I went back to sleep.
The next morning as we three ate breakfest, I decided to say nothing.
Then the friend sleeping on the couch looked over at me and said "Are you all right?"
I asked what he was talking about.
He responded with "You didn't hear all that beating and banging last night?"
So I told him it woke me up and I heard it slam him on the floor.
He told me that he heard it slam me on the floor.
The guy who lived there told us he slept soundly and heard nothing.
I got the impression it was a male figure, not the lady, and it didn't like visitors, trying to intimidate us into leaving.
Well I have few fears and nothing intimidates me.
But after that there were no more experiances in that house.
There, thats it, the whole story.
