Back in the late 80's the USS Lexington (CV-16) was in for a retrofit in Pensacola. I think it was just before they retired her. Go figure?
Anyway I was working 12 hour shifts. 6pm to 6am down below deck in the engine room of the Lexington and other area's as far below as you gould get without getting wet. Anyway, Navy personell on board was limited to a few Petty officers. I'd break for lunch around 3 am and just start wandering around the ship. I never saw another soul once I headed down to my area. Now I don't believe in ghosts but I swear something was going on that Ship. More than once I would get lost. I used to see blurry shapes and lights and hear these strange noises . I would follow them and they would lead me out.
Oh well. It was a great experience.
I held many a 2am-6am roving patrol watches. I wandered all over. No spirits that I could remember.
One time the tech on the fathometer thought the transducer was bad. They unbolted a hatch into the double bottom. It space was full of water. I got the pleasure of bailing out that space with a coffee can into a bucket. Sitting on the bottom, my head was poking out the hatch. Of course once dewatered, Kelly found out the transducer was not the problem.
That fathometer was mounted on the deck, shoulder high, in the chart house. I saw Kelly get across the 4kv B+ supply. He flew backwards onto the deck. There he was quivering like a chicken with his head cut off. Then he stopped and he looked up at all of us and said he was going down to the shop for a cup of coffee. Like he said, he came back with his coffee and went back to troubleshooting, like nothing had happened.
Not me boy! I get the shakes after I get jotted. And I've never been blasted like that.