I'll tell you right now that my story doesn't have any dramatic climax or any cathartic resolution. Don't bother reading it if that's what you're looking for. My story is of one very specific moment in my life. One which, try as I might, I cannot negate as a trick my exhausted brain played on me, or a momentary lapse of reason and subsequent plunge into childish fears. One night in the late 90's I was bored and and in need of an adventure. I decided to utilize a friends ghost kit. yep I said ghost kit, and hunt out a much needed adventure. I have a rather eclectic mix of friends but this one is WAY into ghost hunting and has the traditional ghost hunting gear that I needed (laser thermometer, emf detector, etc). Why would I NOT utilize it?? So I called him up and decided to hunt out some spots to see what lurks in the darkness. We started in downtown Fredericksburg but didn't find anything creepy. I was thinking it was the lights and the traffic causing issues with my hunting success... so where should we go?? I initially thought Richmond but then remembered this place sitting out in the country that I would see on my trips out to Charlottesville. We drove out to the spot I remembered and parked the car up the small pull off in the road and cut the lights, only to be greeted by the chirping crickets really loud in our ears in a way that only country living provides. Well up the path we went, gripping the flashlight and following the lighted beam that was lit before us. It lead us to a large cornfield that at night pretty much freaked me out. We trudged on further into the lengthy rows of field till we arrived at the backside of the house. It was there that I turned off the flashlight and turned on the gear. I aimed the laser temp reader on the side of the house and gained readings, but no spikes to raise my attention levels. It was then that we heard it, a loud BANG inside the house. We both jumped and laughed quietly as we huddled together and then heard a noise that sounded like something sliding over a hollow wood floor. At this point we were on the east side of the house and decided to turn on the flashlight because we were afraid we were going to either fall over something or get jumped by the Chupacabra. I turned it on and the initial spot of light was at the ground displaying my sneakers in the glow.. as I raised it up my eye caught a flash of light up in the small attic window. As the years went by I might have convinced myself that the flash was the reflection of my flashlight beam illuminating the dated glass of that small attic window. I moved the beam over to that window and was lowering it down the house when I heard the bang again and directed my light toward the large first floor window in front of me. I caught a faint flash of shadows in that window rushing from left to right and quickly and instinctively followed the movement with the light till it planted it's glow on the other first floor window to the right. It was there that in a moments notice we both saw the same thing. It was an man possibly in his 70's with wispy facial hair and dressed in a blue coat. In that quick moment of discovery I took off running. Without saying a word beside OMFG, I ran faster than I knew I could... around the side of the house, through the cornfield and down the path towards the car. I failed to notice that my friend was right next to me running equally as fast. We jumped into the car and started it and as we were heading up the road I asked what he saw. He described the same thing I witnessed in detail. There was never a moment that he concurred my story after hearing what I saw... he described the same thing I experienced. In the days after, I was trying to research what the Ellwood Manor was and how possibly we saw what we saw. It wasn't a homeless man living in the home, it wasn't park service occupying the dwelling... we just experienced the paranormal at the Ellwood Manor and an experience to tell for a lifetime. Grubs ~ read more