Sad Airman

I joined the Air Force when I was 18 and was whisked away into a new life. I went through the normal basic training as any other airman does, and then proceeded to Mississippi for my technical training, to learn my actual job. I turned 19 while at that location, which was easy to do because I was there for over 9 months. My ghost story starts after I had been there a few months and I had just moved from one room to another, from one bay to another.

The bay had 7 rooms, each would house 2 airmen, so we always had a roommate. This bay was different because the three girls that were moved to that bay were on a special team, so there were only the three of us, to the entire bay, each of us choosing our own room. I chose the room at the very end that was next to this big bay window. Across the hall, the room was missing a door and was filled with extra desks, chairs, and other furniture.

One night, after I had gone to the movies with my friends, I went upstairs, opened my bay door and saw this figure staring out the bay window at the far end of the hall. Yep, the big bay window right next to my room. The figure was a gorgeous girl, late teens or early twenties. She had long, about shoulder blade length, brown hair and she was crying. She was dressed in what looked like a nightgown. Since I knew immediately that this was a ghost (not my first experience) I froze, which resulted in the big door behind me slamming shut with a loud bang.

The girl ghost turned when the door slammed and looked at me sadly. Then she turned and floated to the room without the door. I say floated because the pace of her walk, and the speed at which she actually moved didn't match up at all. So it was like she was on another plane of reality... But here. Weird, I know.

Needless to say, I smooshed my body as far against the opposite wall (the side my room was on) as I could, and slithered my way down the hall towards my room. I laugh now cause I imagine it would have been good for a mission impossible type movie, except that I was terrified. Anyway, I finally got to my room, still hadn't taken my eyes off the room the girl had gone into and managed to unlock my door behind my back. I ducked into my room and sat on my bed trying to calm down.

I ended up seeing her all of the time, always looking out the window, crying and then going to her room. If I was alone, she was there. She wasn't mean or hostile in any way, and I felt bad for her so I cleaned up the room one day while it was light out. The next time I saw her, she did the similar window gaze, turn to me and go to her room thing, but this time she gave me a small smile.

I eventually graduated that school and moved to North Carolina, and the building was torn down after Hurricane Katrina ravaged the Gulf Coast. I've since moved back here to teach new students the same way I was taught 10 years ago, and when I drive by the corner where my room used to be, I still sort of feel she might be there.

Thanks for reading!