I want to start by saying all the events I am recounting here for you are true and in no way embellished just to make a good ghost story. We had move to Navy housing in Virginia Beach, Virginia when I was 11 yrs old. I am the oldest of three children. When I was 10 my family discovered that I am sensitive to things not always seen and let’s just say I also have a gift of knowing things before they happen. Anyway here is my account of things that happened in that townhouse.
It was July 1981, when we moved to Navy housing in Virginia Beach. Because I am the oldest child I was the first to pick out where I wanted my bedroom to be. We had a four bedroom town house so I picked the next biggest from the master bedroom, my sister naturally got the next biggest and my baby brother the smallest.
My brother had trouble sleeping the first night we were there. We didn’t think much about it because it was a new house and he was four at the time. As time went by he still wouldn’t sleep in his room, and would crawl into bed with me. I soon grow tired of sharing my bed with my brother and asked my mom to change rooms with him. The first night I spent in that room I felt very uneasy. I brushed it off as it was a new room.
For the five years we lived there the feeling never went away but only got worse and so did other things that happened there. One night I went to go to bed and I noticed that one of the pillows on my bed seem to have the shape of a head lying down on it. I didn’t pay much mind to it until I got into the bed and was getting ready to go to sleep and felt like someone was breathing on my neck. I didn’t say anything to anyone, I was scared but I brushed it off deciding it was best kept to myself.
About a week later my mother had a weird experience. My father was out to sea as he was most of the time during that time of my life. Mom was in the bed this one night and she said that as she laid there it felt like a hand had passed over her eyes like someone didn’t want her to see something.
A few nights later, we had another occurrence we cannot to this day explain. My mom would lock the front door before going to bed and she would wake up to the front door open completely as well as the patio door which was also locked and closed. This is where it gets really strange, on the one morning we didn’t find all the doors open we found a pile of dirt underneath our dining room table, and no evidence of where it came from just a very large mound of fresh dirt sitting there. We couldn’t believe our eyes, we checked every possibility of where this dirt could of come from but never found the answer.
I still have strange things happen to me but nothing like what I experience in that town house.