Ladies and gents I am back with another haunting. This time around it happened to me on several occasions; I was about 9-10 years old when it first happened. I was riding my bicycle in my mobile home park and in the back we had woods with some bike trails in it, well we had three entrances to the trails one was what we called the "hills" the other was the "gates" and the third was called the "graveyard".
We never learned why it was called the grave yard, though before are mobile home Park it was a junk yard. Well I used to like to go through the grave yard when it was dry because it was the best flat spot for racing, well I decided one day that I would explore the trails and after I got about half an hour in and completely lost I started to get worried and began to cry (hey I was a kid).
When I saw someone walking just off the trail I started to get real scared until I noticed he was wearing a Revolutionary war British uniform. I first thought he was a reenactor but I noticed I could see through him so I followed him until he came to the opening to the trails and just vanished I was not so much scared as shocked to realize I had just seen another ghost and in broad daylight.
I told my best friend M.J (he asked not to have his name used) and he told me that he had seen it also the day before. Unfortunately I moved a few years later so I never got to dig for clues and. And a few years ago they developed that part of the woods for a subdivision so I do not know if he is still seen.
All of or run inns with him were more of a residual haunting than an interactive one. Just another of my many encounters (sorry if not as good as the first post)