I was in the Navy a few years ago, stationed at Camp Smith, Hawaii. Apparently from what I've been able to gather, it was a hospital during WW2, but now it is the Headquarters for the Commander of the Pacific Fleet. Certain areas of the main building are said to be haunted, and I have heard more than one story about the elevator in this building taking people places other than where they want to be. A good friend of mine has told me that she got into the elevator on the first floor one night, as she was working mids, and had gone downstairs to have a cigarette, and pushed the button for the third floor. She then heard some strange music, which sounded to her like a music box, and instead of ascending, the elevator descended into the basement. The doors opened to reveal a man in a wheelchair, sitting there staring at her. She screamed, and frantically pushed the button again, only to have the elevator return her to the first floor.
My experience happened late in the afternoon, around 5 pm, when pretty much everyone had gone home for the day. I was in the basement, working in a shop that had supposedly been the old morgue, and was going towards the aforementioned elevator to meet my friend on the third deck to get a ride home. As I was walking down the long corridor to the elevator, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around nervously, but nobody was there. I laughed to myself, and started walking again, but a little faster. I heard the footsteps again, but slower than I was walking, so I do not think they were an echo of my own footsteps. At this point, I was starting to get a bit freaked, so I broke into a run for the elevator, but heard the footsteps at the same pace. When I got to the elevator, I turned as I went in to look behind me, and saw a dark shadow moving slowly down the hall. I have never been so scared in my life, and I must admit, this was not my first experience with the unexplai! ! ned. Mercifully, the elevator doors shut, and I pressed the 3. Unfortunately, the elevator stopped on 1. As the door opened, I let out an involuntary scream, but fortunately, it was just a soldier who also worked there. He seemed a little relieved to see me, too. The elevator proceeded up to the third floor, and we both got out, and started walking down the hall to the sentry desk. I stopped and talked to my friend, the Marine who was on post that evening, and the soldier went on into the secured area. I got the strangest feeling though, and turned back around to face the end of the hall that I had just come from... and there sat the man in the wheelchair. I cannot explain the footsteps in the hall, or why the man in the wheelchair moves from floor to floor, but I have heard that he scared the heck out of a female marine standing post one night... I can't say how much of that is true, but I can say that I have seen one other thing, at night on the third floor.
I was standing out on the breezeway, having a cigarette when I saw something out of the corner of my eye... a man in crackerjacks (dress blues) was walking away from me, turned and waved at me, then turned and vanished. I know this doesn't seem scary, but it scared the heck out of me when it happened....