Here are a couple of occurrences that happened to me and my Navy buddies when we were stationed in Norfolk, VA. Three of us shared an apartment off base. It was a two bedroom 1 bath apartment. My friend Brian had one room and or friend Jason had the second room. I was more or less 'the guy on the couch'. If you've seen the racks (beds) in a ships berthing (sleeping quarters) you'd understand why I opted to stay on my friends couch.
We all had a great time during liberty and on nights that we weren't out raising you know what we'd chill out and watch movies, usually order a pizza. During one of our chill nights, our friend Jason started asking us if we'd ever experienced anything odd in the apartment. There were a few things that would weird us out but we never really discussed it much further. He would tell us about times that he would be there alone and hear a little girl laughing in his room. The TV would turn off and on by itself and the remote would always be moved from place to place. Very very strange we thought. We gave him a hard time and told him to chill out with the drinking ha ha.
A week or so after we all discussed this, we were in the living room watching a movie when Jason said, "see! Look at my door, it's open now". He claimed to have shut the door and now it was wide open. The three of us went to the door, shut it and each gave it a heave with our shoulder making sure that it wasn't just the door. Sure enough, we'd get in to watching the movie and look over and the door would be wide open! It would always do that from then on, like it didn't want the door shut.
I don't know if this is related but both Brian and Jason would ask me what I would do late at night after they went to bed because they would hear me talking in a weird voice in the living room. They would also venture in to the kitchen and see me sitting bolt upright facing the wall, unresponsive. Weird. I recall none of that.
We had another friend who lived on Ocean BLVD. Supposedly, a prostitute was murdered in the bathroom of the apartment. They had one of those Ghostbuster's toy back packs with the rod hanging on the wall as a joke... One night some people were over and we were talking about the woman who lost her life there and being the ignorant / intoxicated sailors they were that evening, they started yelling at 'her' and asking how much a night would be and cursing at her.
I was pretty disgusted at how disrespectful all that was when all of a sudden a loud, "Vrreeer Vvvreeeer vvvrrreeer!" broke the banter. That sound was coming from the Ghostbuster toy that was on the wall across the room from where EVERYBODY was. The only way to make it go off is to press the trigger on it. It is purely mechanical, not electrical at all so for it to go off, the trigger has to be pulled. Needless to say, the tough guys shut up very quickly and headed outside to the balcony.
I'm not going to say that I wasn't a bit freaked but I didn't chuckle to myself thinking, "you showed them girl". I stayed inside and talked with my friend who lived there and he proceeded to tell me hat on many occasions when he woke up his cell phone would be off his night stand and on the middle of the floor in a puddle of water or on a damp carpet. I think that may have tied in with her way of passing (bathtub = water).
Those are yet another few of my true stories. More to follow...
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