I have had many paranormal happenings throughout my life however this one is fairly recent and is quite a bittersweet one at that.
It happened this year in around January, where I first met the ghost of a young man who had seemingly bonded with me. Not in a romantic way of course but more a confiding way, now I should say it was in my local graveyard.
This graveyard does indeed contain a war memorial, with the soldier's name on it, there are many names though. Due to safety and privacy reasons I will not be sharing his name or the location.
The Soldier - let\'s call him 'X' for the purpose of this account - was around nineteen to twenty one years old when he had died. His rank was a private and he died in the upper reaches of France in World War One.
I know this because his ghost had told me this information. Wether it be in my dreams or just outright telepathically.
The creepiest thing about this was is that I recently found a document which matched exactly everything he had told me about himself. Proving that this was indeed a real ghost who was confiding in me and not some delusion.
X had been quite solemn and depressed before I had met him, but over the next few weeks strange things had started happening as we grew closer together.
We would regularly talk about the war and his own life experiences. I had begun to notice he had started waiting for me sometimes. And, that he was easily curious. But for a man who died so young you'd probably have to expect that I guess.
I started finding pennies at my feet and even white feathers too. Now, it should be noted that I too was once very depressed. However, when I found these little things - Even in the most obscure and obvious of places - I instantly felt happier.
Not to mention X had started becoming happier as well, I visited his memorial often and he'd often visit me back. His presence had changed from cold and heavy to warm and light. I could tell he sometimes watched me when I was alone but not in a way which would scare me. It was more comforting and as if it was concerned.
The experiences increased in intensity where I eventually found a plastic poppy in my house, I stuck it in my room only to find it had mysteriously been moved a couple of times before it disappeared completely. And, that a shadow figure of a young man had been peering around my bedroom door when I woke up in the night.
It never felt malicious at all. Infact, I'd go as far to say I was amazed at what I saw before he quickly retreated into the darkness again.
I do believe X still watches over me and considers me a friend. I do still feel that warm energy sometimes and I do still find white feathers in my wake however they are always in pairs.
Maybe X is with my other ghost friend. But wherever he is... I hope he is indeed happy.