I’m almost 30 and I have had two encounters that truly warrant some wonder.
When I was five years old, I lived in Luther, Oklahoma. A very small town. I had a cousin stay the night one night who was three years older than myself. I have to start out the morning after. I awoke with nightmares still in my head and a mysterious and strange looking sore on my leg. The sore triggered the full memory of the nightmare I had. So I began to tell my cousin my odd nightmare. Who in turn told me she had had the exact same dream.
We both looked at a plastic covered window to see a very distinct line cut through it.� Now I will tell you what we both had assumed a very bad dream. We had lain for a while trying to sleep when a figure appeared on the outside of my makeshift plastic window frame. When the figure sliced through the plastic with a knife and reached in and scrapped my leg with the knife. With the make shift window now sliced I could see the figure clearly as a young but also somehow ancient soldier.
I’m not sure to this day how I ever got to sleep and assumed that my experience was a dream but I did. And my cousin still shivers to this day if you speak the word soldier even in casual conversation. I have a scar now on my leg from where the odd scrape appeared that night. This happened in 1984 or 85. But with the wrong trigger still gives me nightmares.
When I was 13 years old I met my husband to be for the first time. I was on the outskirts of Weleetka, Oklahoma about where the line meets Dustin, Oklahoma. I had not seen my father in a couple of years and my younger brother, sister and myself had come for a visit.
On a stormy early evening in summer, while my father was away at work I heard a knock on the door. I went to answer the door… about 30 yards maybe 40 at most, a dark figure stood. My best description would be a silhouette of a dark cowboy wearing a cowboy hat and a long trench coat. The hat tilted so you couldn’t make out a face, and it seemed he hovered off the ground as if he had no feet. The figure never moved while in my sight, and never spoke. I did yell across the short distance to ask what he needed. I never thought at first of danger, I was in small town in Oklahoma, I felt no need of it. The figure just stayed still as a statue. Eventually I did get scared and shut and locked the door.
A few moments later I looked out the window to see if the “man” was still there but he was gone. Keeping in mind that I was 13 when I saw this, 1993 maybe 94.
I married my husband in 2000. One day as I was talking to my mother in law and we were talking about spirits and she told me of a spirit that visited her around 1980 maybe before. She described her visitor exactly the same as the dark figure I had seen in the woods that night so many years ago. She said she was living in Henryetta, Oklahoma at the time.
I often wonder if it is a spirit watching over my husband. It seems the two times I can ever account for him my husband was involved. The thought of him still scares me, being so dark and quiet. I just hope I never see him again.
Sent in by April, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com