In May, 1994 ,my buddy Will and I were helping his girlfriend, Angie, move from the house she shared with her roommate in Arlington, Va. We decided to pack on Friday night and load up the moving van Saturday morning. Will stayed in Angie's room and since her roommate was out of town, I slept in her basement bedroom.
I was in bed for about a half hour, when I heard what sounded like bare feet shuffling back and forth in small, quick steps across the carpeted floor. Then I heard someone going through my clothes, which were on the floor at the foot of the bed. I heard my shirt and jeans being picked up and dropped and I could even hear the change jingling in the pockets as if someone was looking for something. I was wide awake and looking around the room, but couldn't see a thing in the pitch black.
Thinking it was Will looking for my cigarettes, (we often shared) I got annoyed and said loudly, "If you need a cigarette, just ask!" There was no response and the room got quiet. I turned on the bedside lamp, and there was no none there.
When I asked Will about it the next morning, he thought I was nuts. He and Angie both denied being in my room.
