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I think everyone has at least had one run in. Post whatever happened to you if you think the best answer for the thing that happened was a ghost.
I'll waste your time with two real quick.
My dad was in the military for 17 years and used to work at one of the office buildings. He always told us that he would hear tables sliding, doors and lockers slamming (the usual shit, I guess) when he had overnight drills there with one other person. It was the grounds of a big Civil War battle, The Battle of Seven Pines, and our street name was, of course, Seven Pines(we'd always dig up small led cannonballs in our yard). My dad had to go in late one night to grab a couple things he left (paperwork? **** if i can remember). My mom, my brother (2 years older) and me went with him. I have no clue why, no damn clue, we never did. When we got into the office, my bro and I decided to race in rolly chairs ( Id say I was about 8 or 9, I'm 18 now so I really can't remember, smoking pot doesnt help either). All the halways were pretty dark, only lit up by red exit signs and the occassional dim ass night light kinda things. We were having a good ol time when my brother was like, dude, what is that? I looked down the hall and it took a second to make out what I was actually seeing. I swear I saw a soldier (not civil war era, more like vietnam era btu's or something:sniper
with a gun on his back. He was standing there with his arms crossed just staring at us, pretty far down the hall. We were the only ones there, and he was kinda clear and whitish and glowing, pretty typical ghost look I guess, only one I've ever seen in real life to this day. We both verified what we saw later and freaked the **** out.
This other one happened at my old house, too. I was maybe 7 at the time this happened. I think this one is crazier than anything thats happened, just because I have the mental image engraved in my head, and my brother explains it the same way. Only reason I posted this really is bc we were talking about it at his apartment just a couple days ago, and when I told my version, some girl freaked out saying thats the EXACT same way my brother told her a day or so before I came over. Well, back to the point, I woke up really late one night and had to piss like no other. We lived upstairs at this house, and there was no bathroom on the 2nd floor. I was always scared shitless of that house, so I woke my brother up to ask if he would at least walk to the end of the stairs while I did my business. He finally agreed and down the stairs we went. We opened the door at the end of the stairs, which led into the living room. To the left on the other side of the room was a no door opening to get into the dining room, which brought you to the kitchen with another left (leaving the kitchen impossible to see from where we were). Coming from the living room was this extrememly bright green light. The light would sorta "pulsate" if you will, gradually glowing brighter, reaching its peak, only to gradually dim out with only a small trace. It happened very systematically, lighting the whole room, to barely lighting it, to lighting it again. It was greener than green. Like, for real, what the **** could that have been. It was inside our house, no windows in the dining room, and we had no green lights. Even if we did, nothing could make it that bright and consistently pulse. We stared in shock for like two minutes, then slammed the door shut and jetted upstairs. Never saw it again.
I figured I'd put these two because I had my brother there with me and he still swears to it, as do I.
I'll waste your time with two real quick.
My dad was in the military for 17 years and used to work at one of the office buildings. He always told us that he would hear tables sliding, doors and lockers slamming (the usual shit, I guess) when he had overnight drills there with one other person. It was the grounds of a big Civil War battle, The Battle of Seven Pines, and our street name was, of course, Seven Pines(we'd always dig up small led cannonballs in our yard). My dad had to go in late one night to grab a couple things he left (paperwork? **** if i can remember). My mom, my brother (2 years older) and me went with him. I have no clue why, no damn clue, we never did. When we got into the office, my bro and I decided to race in rolly chairs ( Id say I was about 8 or 9, I'm 18 now so I really can't remember, smoking pot doesnt help either). All the halways were pretty dark, only lit up by red exit signs and the occassional dim ass night light kinda things. We were having a good ol time when my brother was like, dude, what is that? I looked down the hall and it took a second to make out what I was actually seeing. I swear I saw a soldier (not civil war era, more like vietnam era btu's or something:sniper
with a gun on his back. He was standing there with his arms crossed just staring at us, pretty far down the hall. We were the only ones there, and he was kinda clear and whitish and glowing, pretty typical ghost look I guess, only one I've ever seen in real life to this day. We both verified what we saw later and freaked the **** out.This other one happened at my old house, too. I was maybe 7 at the time this happened. I think this one is crazier than anything thats happened, just because I have the mental image engraved in my head, and my brother explains it the same way. Only reason I posted this really is bc we were talking about it at his apartment just a couple days ago, and when I told my version, some girl freaked out saying thats the EXACT same way my brother told her a day or so before I came over. Well, back to the point, I woke up really late one night and had to piss like no other. We lived upstairs at this house, and there was no bathroom on the 2nd floor. I was always scared shitless of that house, so I woke my brother up to ask if he would at least walk to the end of the stairs while I did my business. He finally agreed and down the stairs we went. We opened the door at the end of the stairs, which led into the living room. To the left on the other side of the room was a no door opening to get into the dining room, which brought you to the kitchen with another left (leaving the kitchen impossible to see from where we were). Coming from the living room was this extrememly bright green light. The light would sorta "pulsate" if you will, gradually glowing brighter, reaching its peak, only to gradually dim out with only a small trace. It happened very systematically, lighting the whole room, to barely lighting it, to lighting it again. It was greener than green. Like, for real, what the **** could that have been. It was inside our house, no windows in the dining room, and we had no green lights. Even if we did, nothing could make it that bright and consistently pulse. We stared in shock for like two minutes, then slammed the door shut and jetted upstairs. Never saw it again.
I figured I'd put these two because I had my brother there with me and he still swears to it, as do I.
