Ouija board

 Growing up in Northern Michigan it's a very beautiful place. But for those he don't know, the winters suck. So it's hard to do anything whenever it's between December-March so we'd have to find our own ways to entertain ourselves.

I remember one cold day I woke up and found out it was a snow day. I invited over my friends kenneth and rooster to hang out at my house. We played Playstation for a bit but the power went out. This was annoying to us as there wasn't much to do with the power out and going outside wasn't really much of an option.

We ended up raiding the board game closet and we found a Ouija board. We Decided to go to the basement and set up some candles. We went to the very back room of the basement which is just an empty room with nothing. We started off by asking if a spirit was in the room with us. It started to move a little.

After a few minutes my friend rooster asked how they died. Nothing. I asked when they died and nothing happened. We got board and went up stairs to play a different game. We were in the middle of simpsons monopoly when we heard a crash in the basement.

We went downstairs and the was a box knocked off the shelf containing some of my grandma's China that was left to my mother in her will.

I 100 percent believe this is paranormal. Thoughts?

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Ghost soldier

 

So, my buddy was in Afghanistan around 09/10. He was on a small patrol of 10 guys up in the mountains. They were dropped off and began making their way deeper in, moving only at night to avoid detection. It was about dawn after their second night of marching they were ambushed. Out numbered they ran like hell back the way they came.

My friend was at the lead of the retreat where through the haze of dawn/night vision becoming ineffective he could see someone a head of him signalling at something on the ground and then ran off down the trail. He approached the point on the trail and noticed wires sticking out the ground, it was an IED. He got everyone to bypass around the device and they pressed on, all the while taking fire.

Again he say the guy out in front pointing at the trail and then moved on. He could see the guy was in tan coloured clothing and had an AK but not really his features. Once again at the indicated spot, an IED. The enemy must have known they were there from the beginning and planned to run them into the laid IEDs. This continued for several hours down the trail until they reached the extraction point. The patrol ran out onto an open plain and took defensive positions, the mystery helper moved up to a ridge and did the same.

The helicopters came in, Attack Helos let rip into the valley as, the Chinook came in to pick the patrol up. They started falling in and my friend waved to the mystery helper to join them. The patrol commander asked what he was doing, they had to leave. When he tried to explain and point out their helper he was gone. The patrol commander insisted there was NEVER anyone there at all.

Now this is were things get weird. A week or so later they went to attend  an elders meeting in a village not far from the Valley. My buddy was outside on guard and was talking with a local translator attached to the unit. They got on to telling the story to one of the men in the village, who started asking a lot of details. Once the meeting was over the man grabbed one of the elders and explained what my buddy told him.

The old man smiled and told them the tail of his Brother who during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan helped Americans to fight the Soviet forces. They went up the same valley and ended up in trouble. The

 old man's brother fought bravely and got everyone else away to safety at the cost of his own life, his body was never found and the locals say his spirit lives in the mountains helping those in need.

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9/9/23

Spirit in the night.

 In the early 90's I left the army and lived with a friend. He was a good guy who always loved a good joke. He was tall and thin with long hair (that's important). We moved into a one bedroom directly behind Houston's Hollywood Cemetary. He slept in the bedroom and I took the couch because I always got up before him for work.

About a month or so living there, I wake up to him standing over me in the dark. I assume he is trying to scare me and tell him, its late and he should go F-Off. Thes next morning I read him the riot act. "Don't bother me when Im sleeping. Jokes are fine but not when Im trying to sleep". He insists he didn't do anything and Im just delusional. It happens again a few nights later. Hes just standing there in the dark looking at me. I flip him off and turn over and go back to sleep. Next morning again I confront him and tell him I going to give him a sound thrashing if it happens again. He swears its not him and that Im having nightmares or something. A day or two later I wake up again to him standing there. Now Im pissed. I sit up and yell,"punk bitch didn't I tell you to stop fckin with me?" From the bedroom I hear his voice. "Sesh? what are you yelling about? Are you ok?". Without missing a beat I yell back, "Yea, but you in here...." As I trail off Kenny comes thru the bedroom door. We both are looking at a silhouette of a woman standing between us. We screamed like little school girls. the spirit or whatever she was just evaporated away as we watched and screamed.

We both sat up drinking coffee and talked about what happened. I skipped work and we talked until we fell asleep. That was the first time I knew I was not crazy or dreaming things up.

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