This gives me chills, then again still living in the house and typing the exact same spot will give you chills. If I am to tell this story I will have to tell it right so bear with me.
It started 2 years ago. I was 15 and my ex-girlfriend (I'll name her Hannah so to keep her real name safe) was 14. She came over one night and it was a few days after Halloween. It was about 10 P.M. And she was about to leave for the night. In the basement (where I am typing this story from) Hannah forgot something upstairs in the kitchen.
We go upstairs and get the item she forgot to bring with her to the basement. As we walk down the steps, she cuts in front of me. You know being flirty and what not and making it a race to get to the basement. She gets to the door but doesn't open it just yet. She turns to say something to me and I look up to answer my mom's call for something I again do not remember.
I set my eyes in front of me instead of the ceiling. Hannah opens the door to the basement, reaches behind the wall for the light switch and turns it on.
When the lights came on in there, Hannah opened the door as wide as it would go. She took a few baby steps forward when she stopped. I looked up to see about 10 feet from where she stood on the wall, a shadow. This shadow was directly below a very bright lit light bulb on the low ceiling. It stayed there in that spot not having any form and flew right and vanished. From then Hannah refused to stay in the basement by herself.
The next incident was after me and Hannah broke up shortly after her losing a promise ring I gave her at the lake, a different incident happened.
I was standing up, playing the PS3 on the big screen in the basement. I was getting deep into the game I was playing. I turned around to walk to the table to get a drink of water when in the doorway, that led to the lounging room, stood a man in a grey uniform.
I know my history well and I've seen museum sealed Civil War coats both Confederate and Union. Saying this and living in Georgia near Atlanta the location of my house stood in the pathway of Sherman's men. This man had the entire Confederate uniform but his face was shadowed. He shifted his gun into a firing position, squatted down as if hiding behind a structure (maybe a huge dead log since it was in the woods where I live), but disappeared before he fired.
Ever since then I've been coming down to the basement most nights to maybe see that solider. No success sadly.
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