This "haunting" took place in an apartment that my Mom and Dad were sharing in Hampton, VA. My dad had died back in October 1994 after developing complications after heart bypass surgery. I arrived from Colorado the next day to attend his upcoming funeral. That night, I stayed in a small bedroom in the apartment, which may have been occupied by my dad when he was alive.
That night I was able to go directly to sleep. At some point during the night, I was awakened by what sounded like someone violently rustling a plastic bag at the foot of the bed. I didn't dare look in that direction for fear of who (or what) I might see. Gradually, as I listened, the sound of the rustling died down until I couldn't hear it anymore.
At that point, I decided to look toward the foot of the bed. There was nothing there. I assumed it was my dad, who was just letting me know that he is still around. It really scared me and I had a fitful sleep that night. My dad's funeral was still another couple of days away, so I knew that I'd be spending another few nights in that room.
The following night, before going to bed, I spoke to my dad as if he was there in the room with me and said to him that I would prefer if he didn't disturb my sleep while I was there and that I was really frightened. I never experienced that noise again and was able to sleep peacefully in the room until I left.
However, my mom has said that she has heard him call her name and has seen his shadow going up and down the stairs in the apartment. This occurred for several weeks after his funeral until one night she saw his shadow go down the stairs toward the front door. He was never seen again after that.
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