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MarineMountie said...
The UFO was going across the sky pretty quickly. I was in my truck at night. Probably around 8 pm. It went across the sky, stopped and the light got really big. The light then shrunk and disappeared. Not saying it was aliens, of course. Just something that I couldn't explain.
My ghost story is more concrete, and I'm a guy that didn't believe in ghosts before this.
I had just turned 18. I had just graduated high school, and was wondering what I should do going forward. My parents had just built a new house on land that had never been occupied that my grandma inherited years ago.
My room was in the basement. Awesome furnished basement. My bedroom was off of the rec room. Big TV, Foosball table that cost around $800, pool table, ping pong.. I was living the life before I had to move out and make something of myself.
It was around 7pm, and still plenty of daylight out. There were french doors that led outside. I went downstairs to get something out of my room. When I was heading back toward the stairs, I saw him. He was in his dress uniform. He was obviously Army. He was decorated with a lot of ribbons and medals. He had sword sheathed, and had a gray beard. He was obviously WWII era. I looked at him, he looked at me and took a step forward. I was frozen. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was shear shock that had me frozen. He then went to raise his hand, and at that moment I bolted up the stairs. I didn't tell anyone what I saw for a long time.
The first person I decided to tell was my grandma. She then tells me that about 30 yards into the trees where our yard ended, there was a very small graveyard. There was a plane crash at that spot during WWII, and they out up the headstones of those deceased. I walked back there, and sure enough I found the grave site.
3 days after this happened, I went and joined the military. Something I hadn't even pondered before. I don't think ghosts are hostile. I think this one helped me figure out what I wanted to do.
Call me crazy, I don't care. I know my life would likely be much different if I had never seen him.
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MarineMountie said...
The UFO was going across the sky pretty quickly. I was in my truck at night. Probably around 8 pm. It went across the sky, stopped and the light got really big. The light then shrunk and disappeared. Not saying it was aliens, of course. Just something that I couldn't explain.
My ghost story is more concrete, and I'm a guy that didn't believe in ghosts before this.
I had just turned 18. I had just graduated high school, and was wondering what I should do going forward. My parents had just built a new house on land that had never been occupied that my grandma inherited years ago.
My room was in the basement. Awesome furnished basement. My bedroom was off of the rec room. Big TV, Foosball table that cost around $800, pool table, ping pong.. I was living the life before I had to move out and make something of myself.
It was around 7pm, and still plenty of daylight out. There were french doors that led outside. I went downstairs to get something out of my room. When I was heading back toward the stairs, I saw him. He was in his dress uniform. He was obviously Army. He was decorated with a lot of ribbons and medals. He had sword sheathed, and had a gray beard. He was obviously WWII era. I looked at him, he looked at me and took a step forward. I was frozen. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was shear shock that had me frozen. He then went to raise his hand, and at that moment I bolted up the stairs. I didn't tell anyone what I saw for a long time.
The first person I decided to tell was my grandma. She then tells me that about 30 yards into the trees where our yard ended, there was a very small graveyard. There was a plane crash at that spot during WWII, and they out up the headstones of those deceased. I walked back there, and sure enough I found the grave site.
3 days after this happened, I went and joined the military. Something I hadn't even pondered before. I don't think ghosts are hostile. I think this one helped me figure out what I wanted to do.
Call me crazy, I don't care. I know my life would likely be much different if I had never seen him.
This post was edited by cockfool on 12/7/2012 at 12:07 PM
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