my true ghost story

when i was ten i was a normal kid i played sports i would go hunting with my father we lived in a house where an an old viatnam soldier had lived and died at first when we moved in i could feel as if someone was watching me i got up in the early morning at about six o clock i looked out the window i could see a war battle going on i saw the soldier that lived there he turned his head and looked at me and i saw him get shot and i thought to my self i am next then my parents woke me i was screaming i told my mom and dad look outside they did and not a thing we went to our church and my mother asked our preacher to preform an excorcism on our house and luckily for us it was a success that was all of the ghost for then a year later our house was wrecked someone or something did this i stayed up that night at about four thirty i looked in the kitchen and i saw him he was about six foot eight inches i ran in my mothers and fathers bedroom they said what is wrong we went to my grandmothers house and spent the night i saw him in my room at my grandmothers house i told my mom they slept with me that night saw i looked at my house on the internet i saw his name was michael summers i said mom lets have a seance to comunicate with michael that night at twelve o clock midnight we sat at our table and we tried to talk to him with a radio and we did did this was his exact words [sector bravo six niner help help we are down in the middle of the of the sugarfield] then we knew he was definetley in the war. AND THAT IS MY TRUE GHOST STORY THE END.

Sent in by rhett kyzar, Copyright 2011