One night I was with my best friend Taylor. We were having a sleep over. We live in a complex of town houses and before they were built, the land use to be covered with trees. We also live down the street from a graveyard so old that some of the gravestones don't have writing on them! Anyways, back to the story.
It was in the afternoon about one or two, and Taylor and I were down at the little stream we called 'The Frog Pond' because every time we went down there there were dozens of frogs. There were woods behind it that we never went in before. So we decided to go exploring in them. For a little bit we just stayed in one spot kicking dirt around. There was a small hole since we were constantly kicking the dirt in the same place. After a while we found something metal in the ground. So I picked it up. It was a spear head! We decided to put it back in the ground and bury it so we wouldn't make a spirit mad or anything. After the both of us felt like we were being watched and followed.
Since were both excited about what we found we decided to have a sleep over so we could talk about it without anyone hearing or butting in asking us to show it to them or anything. The people in my neighborhood are very nosy. Even as the day came to an end and it was night we still felt like we were being watched by something. But as soon as we got to Taylor's room we started talking about what we had and the possibility that were we live could have once a war ground. We decided it was either a war ground or an Indian burial ground. We both are obsessed with ghosts and vampires and all that stuff, so we were excited but trying not to make it to clear to each other were both were a little creeped out.
Every time Taylor and I have a sleep over we stay up until at least five in the morning. Why? Neither of us really know why. It could be because we have so much in common and we enjoy having quality time, we are like sisters that never fight.
At about three in the morning we saw a mist form, and it slowly took shape to a human form, and it was dressed like a Native American would be if it were going into war. It seemed to have war paint on its face, but since it was white we couldn't really tell. It was holding a spear head similar to the one we found. It walked closer to the room, then disapeared. Taylor just kept staring wide eyed at the place it disaperared. We both exchanged glances and were thinking the same thing: this has to be at least Indian war ground.
Sorry if this is a bit long. But this is one I just had to share.