Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

It started out as any other reenactment I had been to with my father, good times with friends, camping and weapons. As young boy that was a great thing to me, I didn’t know much about death or ghosts for that matter. That weekend was one of the first experiences I had ever had.

I was nine when this particular battle took place and I loved reading about the guys from Alabama and the south fighting for the confederacy, now I’m a U.S. Army Sgt. I had fought that morning and was very tired so I decided to lay under a tree for a while and wait on my dad to come up the hill. When a boy about my age came and sat down and asked to see my rifle.

I was excited, not many kids go to these events and I thought I made a new friend. I remember he examined the rifle really close and he turned and said, “who did you steal this from,” with a smile. I took offense because my dad had just bought that rifle that day for me. He turned and said, “It was really hot today I almost didn’t make it.”

I saw my dad coming so I got up from my shade tree and started towards him. I asked him if I could come back and play with the boy under the tree later after we ate supper. He laughed and asked me if I was going crazy. When I turned to show him the boy, there was no boy. I thought it to be a little odd but decided I would come back later and find him again.

When I finished my meal I went toward the tree we had sat under and talked. Almost half way to the tree I got to thinking about what he looked like so I didn’t miss him if he happened to walk by. That’s when I realized why my dad didn’t see him and how he got gone so fast without me seeing where he went.

The boy had the greenest eyes I have seen to this day. He had a pale face with dark hair. I remember he looked sick to me even when I was that young. He had on the most realistic uniform I had ever seen, and for good reason. I realized he wasn’t a real boy. Now my dad would never believe this. So I kept it to myself, and kept toward the tree.

This is where it really got me scared as hell. I stopped at the base of the tree and thought I had seen the boy go behind the other side of it. I ran around the other way as to scare him but I was scared when he wasn’t there and I started running toward my camp. I felt a shove in my back and when I hit the ground I thought I had landed on a rock on my chest, but it turned out it was a fired round from a rifle. This was odd to me because we usually dug them up, they were never on top of the ground, but this one was.

I took it to my dad and told him the story. He didn’t really know what to tell me. He just said he had seen weird things too. When we got home we took the shell to a gunsmith to have him date it, and it happened to be dated around the dates of the actual battle. So I would like to believe this boy was showing me where he had died and perhaps the bullet that killed him. I don’t think I will ever know. I have been to the battle a lot since then and I never saw the boy again.

I have had a lot of experiences with what I think are ghosts as a child and even to this day. I think since I have found this site talking about them helps me cope and I am even more interested than before. What classifies you as a sensitive? I’m not sure but I have seen a lot of things and I’m still young, 23, but I see things a lot and I think my three year old son Jesse James does also. How can I help him?

Sent in by Justin, Coyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com