The Ghost Solider
Most parents tell their kids fairytales about far off kingdoms and Knights in shinning armor and princesses, but my Dad told me very different stories; true stories. One story in particular, I have never been able to forget.
My dad was a police officer in San Francisco, who often moved stations. But as a rookie, he was stationed on Treasure Island to work the grave yard shift. Most of the other cops at the station were either very old and close to retirement or new recrutes themselves. And the older officers would often tell the rookies stories to scare them, one of the stories was that Treasure Island was haunted, as it used to be a military base of some kind. My Dad never believed those stories. One day before his shift he decided to use the on sight gym to work out. The gym was underground in the basement of the station and no one ever used it.
When my dad asked if anyone wanted to work out with him, they only shook their heads and said ‘No one goes down there, it’s haunted.’ My dad thought it was just another story ment to scare him, so he continued to head down to the basement/gym. To get to the gym you had to walk down a stare case which lead to a long hallway. At the beginning of the hallway there was a large lever which turned on the lights for half the length of the hallway, since the building was very old. My dad reached the end of the stair case and turned on the first set of lights.
He was almost to the second lever that turned on the lights for the last half of the hallway when the hall grew very cold, and he could see his own breath. Chills ran down his spine, goose bumps formed on his skin and his hair stood on end-he could feel someone breathing on the back of his neck. My dad was paralyzed, he wanted to move but his legs wouldn’t let him. Who or whatever was behind him zoomed around him and took of down the hallway and disappeared into the darkness. But, as my dad recalled he wore a short army style crew cut, some kind of uniform, but where his legs should be there was only what looked like thick fog-and my dad could see clean through the guy.
Once the spirt was gone, my dad could move again and he went tearing off back down the hall and up the stairs. By the time he reached the other officiers, a cold sweat had broken out over his neck and he was as white as a sheet. He tried to tell his fellow police men what had happend but none of them believed him.
A couple of weeks later my dad transfered to another station and he never went back-but some of his old friends say that to this day, no one goes down into the basement anymore.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: They won’t go with him because it’s haunted, but when he sees something they won’t believe him? What jerks! 6/10 for scares and thank you for sharing.