The Paranormal | March 8, 2023

Civil War soldier in my house/u/etixe_821

I remember this night like it happened yesterday.

I was in the 4th grade when I saw my first ghost. I’ve always known I was sensitive to spirits and the paranormal, but I didn’t know that this would carry on for the next 10 years.

It was a quiet night in my house. I was doing my homework at my dining room table, and my mother was in the bathroom. You can see down the hallway if you sit at a certain chair, in which I did.

I was having trouble with a problem, and like any other 4th grader; I had asked my mom for help. She yelled from the bathroom saying she would be right there. After a couple minutes went by, I had asked her again for help. Still waiting, I was annoyed that she wasn’t coming to help. The very last time I was going to ask for help, I looked down the hallway; only to see a man, dressed in old an Civil War uniform. He was looking straight ahead, not paying attention to me whatsoever. Small brimmed hat, musket in hand; he disappeared and my mom was standing where he was.

It has been 10 years, I’ve since moved out onto my own. Every now and then I will still see him standing, looking straight ahead; with his small brimmed hat and musket in hand.

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[link] [comments]I remember this night like it happened yesterday. I was in the 4th grade when I saw my first ghost. I’ve always known I was sensitive to spirits and the paranormal, but I didn’t know that this would carry on for the next 10 years. It was a quiet night in my house. I was doing my homework at my dining room table, and my mother was in the bathroom. You can see down the hallway if you sit at a certain chair, in which I did. I was having trouble with a problem, and like any other 4th grader; I had asked my mom for help. She yelled from the bathroom saying she would be right there. After a couple minutes went by, I had asked her again for help. Still waiting, I was annoyed that she wasn’t coming to help. The very last time I was going to ask for help, I looked down the hallway; only to see a man, dressed in old an Civil War uniform. He was looking straight ahead, not paying attention to me whatsoever. Small brimmed hat, musket in hand; he disappeared and my mom was standing where he was. It has been 10 years, I’ve since moved out onto my own. Every now and then I will still see him standing, looking straight ahead; with his small brimmed hat and musket in hand. submitted by /u/etixe_821 [link] [comments]

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