OK....EX non-believer here. To make a long story short, my family rented a house on Edisto Island in South Carolina for a reunion. We all were experiencing strange things for the whole week we were there, but never mentioned it to each other for fear of being labeled, "the crazy uncle". At the end of the week we left way early to get to the airport...my three brothers, my wife and I in the car. As soon as we pulled out of the driveway of this house my brother said, "Man, I'm glad to get out of there...that house is haunted BIG time!" After that the stories of what we had individually experienced started flowing, and believe me, they covered the whole gammut from sightings, being pushed down in bed, objects going missing, noises, voices...you name it. We named the "spirit" Timmy...after a cousin that had drowned on the same beach many years ago (late 50s, early 60s).
Well, for better or worse, we rented the same house two years later...all of us joking about how we were anxious to get together with "Timmy" again. Let me tell you, that second week was something right out of a cheesy spook movie. All of the things we experienced previously happened again, and we were all having fun comparing daily notes. But on the last night we were there, we were sitting out on the porch on a bench type seat that faced looking into the living room of the house. SIX of us all saw Timmy, and I can now say that I feel it WAS Timmy because it was a small boy in a dark bathing suit, walk the full length of the living room....coming out of the kitchen door, across the living room, and down a stairway that led to the basement. All my youngest brother could do was point with his jaw laying on the floor. Another brother of mine, and I, jumped up and ran to the stairway...no sign of Timmy, but a VERY distinct sound of foot steps walking down the stairs. NO....we decided not to follow them down! I could go on and on about this house...but like I said...it's a long story.