Cival War

From: Jason Brink
Story type: Ghost

Location: vermont

Source: Form Submission


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My story starts one day when i was in 7th grade( I am now in 9th) me and my friend where walking down the road and decided to go into a small graveyard near my friends house. All of the graves in this graveyard where realy old and we couldnt realy read them. well we where running around and climming on the stones when i saw this realy old looking stone that i hadnt seen before i walked up to it and sat on it. my friend said"you better not do that". i said "calm down what is going to happen"? he said " well just remember i warned you. i got off the grave and said fine i wont sit on it". but as i walked away i spit the biggest louge on the grave.
That night I couldnt sleep I had a horrible dream about lots of people lying on the ground in gray uniforms that all had bullet holes in them and blood was everywhere.

I woke up in a in a cold sweat. i realized it was only a dream and rolled over and saw two black boots right in front of my face i looked up and saw a huge man dressed in a gray uniform just like the people in my dream and he looked at me and i was frozen he was carrying a gun with a big baonet on it that he raised and just before he stabbed me with it I dived at him in hopes to nock him down the stairs but instead i went right threw into the wall on the other side of the stairsi rolled over and saw the man look at me and smile then he dissapeared.

in the morning i told my friend what had happened and all he said was" i told you so".