About 7 years ago a girlfriend and I went to stay at my Aunt's condo for a vacation in St. Augustine, FL (a.k.a. The Country's Oldest City). We had decided to do the Walking Ghost Tour one evening through the Old City. The tour guide brought us through different areas and explained the different sightings that had been reported through the years. He even relayed an experience of his own which involved hearing Spanish soldiers march through the streets really early in the morning. He could smell their sweat and hear them speaking but didn't see a thing. Needless to say he was quite spooked.
Towards the end of the tour my friend says to me, "Did you see that?" I said, "see what?" She said she had been looking in a shop window that was closed for the night and the light turned on and then off again. Believing she had probably just spooked herself from the tour I didn't pay much attention. Surely it must have been an employee that was locking up for the night.
At the end of the tour we returned to our rental car to go back to the condo. I had parked under a light in a parking lot nearby. As I started the engine, the light in the parking lot went out. We both jumped and then started laughing thinking it was probably some timer on the light. We returned to the condo without incident. That evening I decided to stay up and read. My friend fell asleep early. She and I both slept in the same room to enjoy the spectacular view of the ocean through the picture window. While I was reading, the hall light went out. I thought maybe the bulb had blown but I was getting a little unnerved due to our earlier experiences with various lights turning off. I put my book down and attempted to go to sleep. As I was laying there, the light came back on. Now I was really scared. I did not wake my friend because I didn't want to scare her.
In the middle of the night my friend woke me up. She said, "Jenn, something strange just happened. I woke up and the light was on. Then two seconds later it was off. Now it is back on..." I told her that I had experienced the same thing earlier. I tried to reason in my mind that it was just faulty wiring. Finally we fell back to sleep. The next morning I went downstairs to make coffee and on my way down the stairs I felt like I had stepped through a wall of static electricity. All the hairs on my arm literally stood up. It was really freaky. My Aunt called later on in the day to check in on us. I asked her at the time if the light in the hall had a history of turning on and off. She said no. We left St. Augustine not knowing what we had experienced. The condo is within walking distance of Old Fort Matanzas. Matanzas in Spanish means "slaughter..." Many lost their lives there during battles between the Spanish, French, and Indians. Could it be that one of these lost souls followed us back? We'll never know.