I will be sharing with you some of the most hair-raising experiences from a member who posted on my other paranormal thread about his boot camp
stories (with his permission, of course).
Some of his stories are long. So grab a drink, sit back, and get ready for some truly frightening entertainment!
This member's user name is Timical. He has told me if anyone has any questions about anything I post here, he will be happy to come to the thread and
give an answer.
Timical went to boot camp at Parris Island, SC, USA from June 1st, 2005 until February 3rd, 2006. (You will learn during one of his stories why he was
there longer than three months during one of his stories.)
I am very interested to know if others in the military have experienced any soldier spirits, or other type of paranormal experiences during boot camp
training. If so, please share your experiences.
Here is an excerpt of one of Timical's experiences. I will share more later so I don't take up the first10 pages right off the bat!
I cannot count the number of times there have been up to three roaming fire watch, and a firewatch at the back hatch that nobody knew. It got so bad
that on some nights, almost the entire platoon was awake watching these "ghosts" firewatch stand duty.
Several times we woke up the drill instrutor on duty as everyone in the platoon yelled back forth to find out who the firewatch was suppose to be
after noticing one of the "ghost" firewatch walking about.
Now, back to the game. The activity became so common that people did not want to play "Splinter Cell" anymore. After about week of no games, I was
bored and wanted to play but no one else wanted too. I went to sleep after a long day of trying to convince people to play. In the middle of the night
someone ran past my rack and smacked into it which woke me up. I was so excited that everyone was finally playing, so I instantly jumped out of my
rack and chased after the person that woke me up.
Try to understand how hard this game is, there are foot lockers and rifles on the front of the racks and large backpacks and laundry bags on the back.
The racks are very close together and this in addition to everything hanging on them makes moving around quickly and quetly very difficult. The person
that bumped my rack also ran into the backpacks that hung on the back of the racks making it very easy for me to figure out in what direction to give
The person I was following moved very fast down the backside of the racks and then turned sharply, without slowing down in between two racks and out
into the middle of the squad bay passing right behind the roaming firewatch. I ran up to the firewatch and asked who just ran past him to which he
replied, "Trust me, go back to sleep."
I did not heed his warning and went behind the racks on the other side of the squad bay across from my rack. I moved down a couple of racks looking
for anybody running around.
At this point, I saw several shadow people running behind the racks on the side where my rack is( thereby being the opposite side of the squad bay I
was currently on). I was dumbfounded as I watched these shadow people run at full speed THROUGH one another. That is when I realized I was not playing
I then sense that someone is off to my left so I quickly glance over so that I do not get "killed" by standard of the game. I saw a shadow person
run from the second or so last rack on my side straight at me. I was very... as this person was dead silent, running at me, and no features
whatsoever. I was completely frozen. As it came closer to me, it tripped over me( I was crouched down)/ through me.
As time passed, more and more "odd" recruits joined the platoon, so many funny stories. These were the paranormal sensitive type of people that I am
speaking of. The more paranormal inclined people that joined, the more things would heat up.