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Contributed by Archie on Thursday, 4th August 2005 @ 11:28:41 PM AEST
Topic: true


In 1986 I lived in a town called Dover North Carolina. An interesting and scary event happened to me and my cousins one day that changed the way I see things in life today. Before I can tell my story I must set the stage. Dover is a small town in Eastern North Carolina. It has a population of about 3400 and many parts of it are undeveloped. The outskirts of Dover have no street lights. The closest police station to Dover is 24 miles away. My cousin Eugene (Gene for short) My cousin Rod My older brother Robert and my Brother David were walking back from the "country" (the outskirts of Dover about 1 mile north of the city limits) The houses are spaced out about 100 to 500 feet apart. My cousins, my brothers and I were walking back from the club sometime around 11pm on a saturday night. We had been hanging out there playing basketball. As we walked back we joked around with each other about school and working out. Basically we were shooting the breeze. I am not sure who saw the figure first but it was coming at us from the side of the road. Gene called out to "him" thinking it was some one walking from the westside of the country (It's custumary to greet espeacially since about two-thirds of the city limits is related) We called out to "him" a few time the result was always the same; "he" did not answer The wind blew hard aginst us that night or was it the chill in the air. It seemed to be all around us. The figure in white was getting closer to us. It kind of looked like a person but it kind of didn't it's shape changed a little "he was toying with us. We called out to "him telling him to quit playing then it spread out wider than any human shape and came rushing toward us. None of us were gonna stick around to find out who or what this thing was. We ran as fast as we could to the city limits. My Aunt Maryland was still awake watching t.v. and we explained to her what we saw concluding it had to be a ghost. The four of us were thoroughly convinced it was a ghost and we were also convinced we were not going back out there that night. For the rest of the week end we avoided that part of Dover whether it was day or night. We were sure of what we saw and were not gonna tempt our fate again. In 1986 I was 18 that was the average age of the 4 of us. Sunday we went to church it was a normal day. Monday came around and we prepared to go to school. The schoolbus traveled down the same road we had seen the ghost on. So we ventured that we would see it again. The sun was rising over the oak trees that morning and it was a bright and bueatiful day. The leaves swirled in the wind in a circle left to right north to south and back again. Ofcourse we told everyone on the schoolbus what had happened and they waited in expectation to get a glimpse of the ghost. I was excited too because I had never seen a ghost before up until that night. And to our surprise we could see it much clearer now because the light was shining down on the field we had walked by. It was much closer to us my heart raced and then fell with embarassment. A sheet had blown off some one's line and was blowing in the wind. All the kids teased us about it. I promised myself I would never judge a situation with out having a little more courage to atleast be sure I see a ghost and not a sheet.





Copyright © Archie ... [2005-08-0411:28:41]
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Re: Ghost Story (User Rating: 1)
by Elizabeth_Dandy on Monday, 15th August 2005 @ 12:10:02 PM AEST
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This is a very interesting story Archie.
It was sheet, fluttering in the wind. But my forebears overseas could tell many stories where they had no sheet to explain phenomena away.
There are things between heaven and earsth than we can imagine.
I enjoyed your story very much.
Thanks for composing and posting

Elizabeth Dandy

Re: Ghost Story (User Rating: 1)
by bernard2 on Monday, 15th August 2005 @ 01:03:59 PM AEST
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Great story Archie. If it is a story and not something that really happened. I like it.Bernard2

Re: Ghost Story (User Rating: 1)
by shelby on Friday, 19th August 2005 @ 07:28:37 PM AEST
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Bravo Archie this is terrific. You had me right along with you the entire time. Loved the way you told the story and the images were great.
Im sorry you had to be scared by a flying sheet but you learned a valued lessons just the same

Michelle

Re: Ghost Story (User Rating: 1)
by mylady on Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 05:18:55 AM AEST
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I like the story what would of happen if it wasn't a white sheet ....it only thought....
It a good story...

Re: Ghost Story (User Rating: 1)
by OzChick on Sunday, 2nd October 2005 @ 09:46:19 AM AEST
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A good little story. Thanks for sharing.



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