Jester;1010965 wrote: My buddy's and I were in an old barracks, I was pretty young just in the army, not a drinker but come the weekend my three buddy's would get blasted if the had no duty, they liked to drink and I liked money, and it was nothing to earn 5-10 bucks taking their duties back then so they could go drink. The USO bus would take you down town for 10 cents, but by the time they were ready to come back they had to take a cab cause the bus wasn’t running, so they'd pool their money for the last cab ride back before 1am barracks check by CQ.
The barracks we were in had some stories about ghosts, some said the ghosts of men who committed suicide instead of going to WW2 walked the post between the parade field and our barracks and on occasion they could be heard chanting in cadence in the faint morning fog.
One evening on a saturday night I took roving guard duty for one of my buddy’s so he could go get drunk, at 0045 hours I was roving between the barrack and the chow hall passing the parade field in my route, it was lightly foggy and the faint lights from beyond the parade field glowed in a faint half arc through light bellows of fog as it rolled in low to the ground.
As I walked my posted route, i began to some cadence songs, and then recalled the ghost stories, kind of laughed and hiked on. About my third round that evening out form the fog along the fence of the parade field come my two buddy’s, drunk as skunks, and scared, so I slipped into the fog and began to do a real old civil war cadence I remembered from a story.
They ran tails up, falling down a couple of dozen times, and trying to hurry each other up so they could get passed where I was. I laughed when they passed and they were too scared to recognize me, but I had to finish my duty and couldn’t go chase them down to tell them it was really me, I laughed for the rest of my time.
The next morning the whole barracks was a buzz with their story, the drunkin bums, I told them it was me, and began to sing my song... but it wasnt the song they recalled. And when they first heard the clanking and noises they said they heard it was a full 1/4 mile from where I was. So something spooked them long before they ever got to me. Their story remained that of drunks, and doofuses, but I like to think maybe they did see the ghosts of scared men. I often took night duty before that and after that and never saw or heard a thing.
Guess thats how most ghost stories go.
That's a great story Jester!
i guess that is the way of ghost stories isn't it? you never really know for sure!
