Ahhh...how can I miss this out. 7 days of field camp...supernatural encounters? Strange happenings? Weird events?
Noopee...fortunately (of course), but I still want to talk about it. My buddy is a lot of more superstitious than me (In fact he's the most superstitious person I've EVER met). The only one I "took precaution" was "saying excuse me/sorry when peeing". There were a lot of other taboos and things we are not to do supposedly...like...point at the moon, shine on the trees, etc..
Sergeants also told us some of the ghost stories, like how the beings of the 3rd world likes to reside in trees...One was about a Christian who didn't believe in all these, apologizing after urinating on the tree...the ending was he saw a headless ghost hanging above after he's done...Another one was about Night Vision Goggles. One person saw 2 "persons" in front of him with the NVG on, but there was nothing in front of him when he took them down...
This is one of the most scary ghost story I've ever read...(Not for the weak heart)
A hunter had gotten separated from his hunting party and was hopelessly lost in the woods. The sun was setting fast and he needed shelter to protect him from the nocturnal predators. After nearly an hour of mindless searching, he finally came across an old cabin. Night had already fallen, so he had no choice but to spend the night here. He cracked open the door and peeked inside. It was pitch black inside, but he could immediately tell that it was only a single room large. He walked into the center of the cabin, plopped down on the cold wooden floor. The building was very small. While lying down, he only had about two feet to spare in all directions. Even the ceiling was awfully low. He may as well have been lying in a coffin...
However, he couldn't sleep. Something was keeping him awake... making him feel uneasy... What was it? He didn't know, so all he could do was stare up at the ceiling...Soon, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could begin make out shapes on the walls. What were they? He was soon able to tell...They were portraits! At least thirty of them spread out among the four walls... even a few on the ceiling!
They showed a variety of faces - boys, girls, children, seniors... all painted that ghastly shade of black and white. And they all seemed to be staring at him. Yes, they all were staring...Watching him...Observing him...But the man wasn't afraid. In fact, when he wasn't hunting, he was an artist. Therefore, he found the portraits to be quite compelling. Wow, these portraits are wonderful, he thought. That color... so eerie. The unhappy facial expressions... so well done! And something about them... some property within each and every one... they all seemed so real...Well, he thought, I should check these out in the morning. For now I must sleep...The last thing he saw before dozing off was the portraits on the ceiling, staring down at him as he lay himself down to sleep...
The next morning the man awoke with a start. The second he woke up, he remembered the portraits. Oh, yes, I must get a closer look at them, he thought. The sun had barely even begun to rise, and the cabin was still quite dark inside, but he couldn't contain himself. He jumped up in excitement - and stopped...They were gone. All the portraits were gone...All that was left were the frames...Impossible, he thought. They were here last night! He slowly approached on frame on the south wall. He walked slowly... slowly......Until he was right in front of it...Chills went up his spine when he realized...They weren't even picture frames.
They were windows......
Small, square windows...
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