It was about a year ago when my family and I visited the Alamo in San Antonio, Texas. We were visiting the part of it where they had all of their statues and documentaries. We were walking around, looking at all of the historic features that Alamo had to offer. It was pretty amazing to me. So, my mom found a statue that she really liked. She made me go and stand by it so she could take a picture. I really didn't want, but I stood by it anyways. So I was looking at the camera, when I saw a vivid figure out of the corner of my eye. At first I thought it was just another tourist. I realized it couldn't have been, because that figure was dressed up like a Mexican troop. I knew it couldn't have been a statue because the statues were all one color and the troop was so alive with colors.
I can still picture his blue coat, with the white X going across his chest, the bright red cuffs of his shirt, his tall blue hat with some type of red rope hanging over the side, with his gun right by his side. He was so still. If he wasn't so colorful I would have thought it was a statue. I turned around to tell my mom, but when I looked back to where I saw him, he was gone. He just disappeared. I looked around the whole area in which I saw him, but I couldn't find him. At that point I realized that I had just seen a ghost at the Alamo.
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