Ghosts At Boot Camp! Do You Have a Story?

Hello, ATS!

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!
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From Timical:

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 chase.

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 with recruits.

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.

I went to Navy boot camp in Great Lakes, Ill. I was supposed to leave on September 11, 2001 but for obvious reasons we did not get our flight out. I left a week later after the FAA reopened the skies. Pretty crazy huh?
Fast forward a couple of months later. My division was set to graduate pretty soon and we didn't have a whole lot to do towards the end. We were sent to an old barracks that wasn't in use and from what we could tell, it hadn't been used in a really long time. Some of use were sent in to strip the tile floor to prepare for a waxing. There was around 8-10 of use in this one compartment, just talking and sitting around with greenie weenies and scrubbing the floor. We kept hearing the springs from the empty beds squeak, and they were pretty close to us. We also kept hearing the doors open and close, but every time we looked to see who was coming in there was no one there. We just looked at each other and someone was nominated (aka volun-told) to go check out what's going on. To be honest, we had heard a few stories about the old barracks and thought someone was messing with us. We were discussing how we were going to scare our fellow ship mate when he came running back, white as a sheet. When we asked him what happened, he said he thought he saw someone out of the corner of his eye and immediately felt something touch him on the shoulder. He practically pulled us out of the compartment, and as we were making our way out of the building we all heard the fire door open and slam shut. That's when we heard someone near us talking but there was no one there. We ran out and found the rest of our division in front of the building. Everyone was there, including our recruit division commander (RDC). I guess we all looked scared because he asked us why we all looked like that and why we ran out. We told him what happened and I thought he was going to yell at us and send us back in but he had this really serious look on his face as we all told him what we were experiencing. When we were done he he was quiet for a minute and said "I've heard the stories but I didn't think they were true. Okay let's get out of here". So we left and went back to our own compartment. The parting gift though was as were formed up and marched away, I looked back and thought I saw a shadow in front of one of the windows of the compartment we were in.

Timical:

One week after graduation, June 1st, 2005, I was shipped off to U.S.M.C. basic training(boot camp). One of the very first things you are told is that if you are sick, in no way should you ignore it. You are to immediately let a drill instructor know so that you can be taken to medical. I did feel a little sick but did not want to go to medical, however there were so many others that I felt compelled that I should go just in case.

My visit to medical resulted in a diagnosis of the common cold and prescription of a little red "cure all" pill. That pill did not do anything for me whatsoever. As time passed I felt worse and worse and began to hallucinate. At one point after drill practice, we were marching inside the barracks and I looked down to see that my feet appeared to be 20 feet away from my head. I was also ducking from hitting the roof, to which I was disciplined for later. I also did not understand what anyone was saying, it all sounded like the way Charlie Brown interprets adults(this made things very very difficult for me). A few days passed, and in the middle of the night I wake up very ill, so I made my way to make a head call(bathroom).

While in the head I threw up red liquid and felt incredibly ill. A firewatch(barracks patrol) saw this and alerted the drill instructor(D.I.). Halfway back to my rack, the D.I. yells for me to come to him. I go to his hatch(doorway) and he calls me in and tells me to talk like I was back on the street. He asked if I threw up blood, and I told him, "no sir, I feel fine". At this point I could not control my body from shaking. So then he asked if I wanted him to call for an ambulance. I again told him no and that I was fine. So he tells me that in the morning I am to remain in my rack until he come back and check up on me. I was told to only get out of bed if needed to make a head call.

In the morning, a different D.I. was on deck and he wakes everyone up by telling them to "get in line". I begin to get out of my rack, and he instantly yells at me to keep my *butt* there.
The entire platoon, besides the firewatch, goes to chow and I pass out in my rack. When they come back I go to make a head call and the same D.I. tells me the same thing as before. I then am brought a "hotmeal" from the chow hall that I am forced to eat in bed. During me eating, the D.I. from the previous night comes on deck and checks up on me. I told him I was fine so he lets me go to Dental with the rest of the platoon, but I am forced to walk behind the formation so as to not mess up the march.

At this point in training, it was training day six. At dental I began to not understand anyone again, so another recruit is forced to escort me around while I get my dental work done. Some time passes and it is my turn to see the dentist. I sat in her chair while she was reading my chart. She says something and then points out of the room and then leaves. When she comes back I asked if I could use a tissue for my nose. She says something but I do not understand her so I slowly move over to grab a tissue while watching her face make sure she was okay with it. As I blow my nose she is standing two feet to my right, and after I finish I opened up the tissue to make sure there was not any blood. While I am looking at it I see nothing on the tissue but can feel a liquid. The dentist then yells and leaves the room. Right as she was leaving the room I blacked out. When I woke up a few minutes later I was in a wheelchair being taken out of Dental by a paramedic. I black out again. I wake up in the ambulance with the paramedic over my body looking frantic and then pass out for a third time. I wake up three days later in my hospital bed.

(continued)

A few us us in our platoon experienced this while staying in the rifle range barracks.
It got spooky a few nights.

(Continued From Previous Page)

When I woke up in the hospital it was some time in late evening-early morning. A nurse was in my room within a few moments of me waking. She then begins asking my questions and looking at my hospital bracelet that contains all of my pertinent information such as name and date of birth. When she asked me my name, she looked at me puzzled and then asked me again. Before I can answer a second time I pass out.

Some time later I wake up again in the middle of the night where a nurse is already in my room and starting to ask me the same questions. After answering all her questions I tell her that I feel cold and ask if she could turn on the heater. She laughs and says that the temperature is set for the whole floor and not each individual room. After explaining this to me she begins taking my vitals. She has a look on her face and then says, "that can't be right." She then leaves and comes back with a different machine to take my vitals. Again she is confused but now has a more concerned look.

Upon the third time of taking my temperature she leaves the room and comes back with a normal thermometer. After taking the temperature she exclaims, "oh *crap*!" and rushes out of the room. While she is gone I look at the thermometer and it read my temperature at 92.5 degrees. My first thought was, "Well, that's a first." After a few minutes of staring at the temperature I go look at what the machines said, but before I could figure out how to read the machine, the nurse came back with two blankets.

She was running into the room and threw the blankets on me. As she starts to tell me that they were just heated by some machine I could feel the heat. The instant I felt the heat on my body I went into shock and began shaking uncontrollably. Once again, I pass out.

The next time I wake up, a few hours later as told by the nurse afterwards, I am sweating profusely. I try to take the blankets off of me when the same nurse comes back into the room. She stops me from taking off the blankets and uses the normal thermometer to take my temperature again. Now it reads at 104.3 degrees. She instantly presses a button off to my right and I can hear her over an intercom down the hall. Go figure, I pass out AGAIN. I wake up for the first time two days later during the daytime. A nurse sees me awake and then runs down the hall to grab the doctor.

The doctor came into my room and explained to me that I had contracted some form of pneumonia and given the circumstances I could/ should have died. She then tells me that I need to sincerely thank my nurses for watching over me otherwise I may not have woken up again. The doctor then asked me to try and stand, I could not. I was far too weak to even get out of the bed unassisted. So she tells me to just relax and that she will have someone come in with some lunch.

Before lunch arrives and the doctor leaves my room I fall asleep/pass out(not real sure which one happened). I now wake up in the middle of the night on the same day. The first thing I can comprehend is that I know there was "someone" there. Upon looking out of my doorway into the hall I notice a very angry D.I. stomping up and down the hallway. After his second pass, he stops in the middle of the hall and looks directly at me.

He then walked into my room and asked me if I was paying attention to him. I told him, "yes sir," in almost a whisper. He gives an evil grin and then tells me to yell and starts barking commands for me to sit up and lie down as fast as I can while "screaming" the best I could "yes sir" to all of his commands.

A split second before a nurse came into view to investigate all of the commotion, he disappeared. I have never seen anything disappear that fast in my life. She tells me to stop and calm down and asked what I was doing. I said that the D.I. was yelling at... she then interrupts and says that she is the only person on the floor and assured me there was no D.I. Trust me, he was there.

I spend a week and a half in the hospital before I am cleared and taken back to Parris Island where I am admitted to EHP(Evaluation Holding Platoon). This is basically where you would go while they decide whether or not you are worth keeping to put through the rest of your training. The rest of my time at the hospital nothing strange happens and I fully recover.... until three days later...

To Be Continued Later... (sorry )

Originally posted by AFewGoodWomen
A few us us in our platoon experienced this while staying in the rifle range barracks.
It got spooky a few nights.

Where were you stationed, and if you could share your experiences in detail, we would love to hear them.

Thanks for posting.

reply to post by sled735


This was at Parris Island in SC. It felt as though the hauntings were more about slavery and civil war atrocities rather than suicidal Marines or recruits trying to escape the island and getting attacked by gators or just drowning from exhaustion...I don't know the history of the land itself, this is just the impression that I felt when experiencing it.

Originally posted by AFewGoodWomen
reply to post by sled735

 

This was at Parris Island in SC. It felt as though the hauntings were more about slavery and civil war atrocities rather than suicidal Marines or recruits trying to escape the island and getting attacked by gators or just drowning from exhaustion...I don't know the history of the land itself, this is just the impression that I felt when experiencing it.

That's very interesting! Parris Island sounds like an excellent place for Ghost Hunters, or the team of Ghost Adventures to investigate!
Thanks for sharing.

Supposedly, there is a story of one end of the island being haunted by a DI and a platoon of trainees who were road marching into quicksand or something

Google Ribbon Creek Incident

Story

Originally posted by HomerinNC
Supposedly, there is a story of one end of the island being haunted by a DI and a platoon of trainees who were road marching into quicksand or something

Google Ribbon Creek Incident

Story

edit on 9/2/2012 by HomerinNC because: (no reason given)

Thank you! This will be most valuable to my research!

continued from Timical:


EHP at the time had about 60 recruits that were all "broken" to some degree excluding maybe five recruits who deemed "full duty status". I left the hospital and was at EHP on a Friday where the other recruits give me low down on what type of D.I.s we had for that platoon. They told me that all of the D.I.s were "cool" except for ONE. But nobody know who he was, they had only heard stories about him.

After talking to the other recruits about the D.I.s we are called to line up to make a head call by the D.I. on duty. We go into the head are given two minutes to handle our business. Two minutes passed and the D.I. does not return to have us line up to leave the head. While waiting I make my way to where the toilets(we used a different term for this) were to check out the head. In one of the stalls sat a recruit with his hands crossed and appeared to be sleeping. I watch another recruit walk over to him ask if he is okay, and the recruit says nothing in response.

Now, as soon as I walked back to this part of the head I felt an angry presence, not evil, just angry. One of the other recruits makes a joke while we are standing around about the unknown D.I. probably being a little *sissy*. At this point the D.I. on duty comes in hollering for everyone to line up at the back hatch for evening chow. We enjoy our chow as most people there are "double rats"(they get more food) as was myself.

When we come back to the barracks the D.I. has us line up on the stair case up to our barracks and then tells us to go inside and get on line. While standing on line waiting for the D.I. to come in behind us a man emerges from the D.I. Hut (the D.I. office that has a window set directly center with a clear view of the D.I. Highway which is a lane in the middle of the barracks that we are not allowed to step in.) The man steps out and sits on the table. We all look at him and recognize him as the recruit that was sitting in the stall before chow. Everyone tells him that he needs to get on line before the D.I. walks in so that everyone does not get punished for his actions. After he does not listen and a few recruits call him stupid he yells out in a deep voice, "HOE HOEEEEEE!" He then takes off his recruit cover and puts on the D.I. cover and we all instantly feel *fudged*. He then recites what all the recruits said while he was present and even tells which recruit said it. The whole time we saw him, his head was down and never looked up until this point, so how he knew who said what still boggles my mind. He then introduces himself as D.I. Staff Sergeant and that we can either call him this or D.I. Satan.

For the next three days he refuses to leave and spends each day as the D.I. on duty. WE PLAYED *GAMES* EVERY MINUTE OF THE DAY THAT WE WERE NOT EATING, SLEEPING, OR MAKING A HEAD CALL. I mean, ALL DAY FOR THREE DAYS. One fond memory I have of this was his ability to see stuff that he had no possibility of seeing.

One of the games we played was called two sheets and a blanket, where we basically make our beds in a given amount of time that always seems impossible. He would sit on the table under the D.I. hut's window and call out recruits names what they just did wrong. Every time he caught someone, we started over. I swear to you, there is no way he freaking saw what happened in the back of the barracks with sheets hanging over the beds and recruits moving every which way. His head was down with his arms crossed the entire time, but he still knew what recruits were doing.

I watched another recruit next to me wipe is nose that only took a whole one second trying to sneak it in, and the D.I. Staff Sargent saw it. I even bent over and looked through the racks and walked around the racks to see if he had any line of sight what so ever. He did not, it was impossible, everyone learned real fast not to test him. This guy was freaking amazing. Anyways, on that Sunday, a whole three days I was there after being released from the hospital, I was sent to medical by the D.I.(how the crap did he know) where I was then taken to the hospital for a second stay. I just have to say, his MOS was "urban scout sniper" and he was a damn good D.I. He messed me up so bad, that no other D.I. after him was able to break me physically. After him, it was rare for me to even break a sweat while being I.T.ed(I do not remember what it stands for, other than pain ).

(to be continued)

It's not a military story, but It's a good one:

My brother (40-something) is a corporate type, and he isn't religious or outwardly spiritual at all. But, unfortunately for him, he has the gift of seeing ghosts. He's seen ghosts multiple times and he isn't very happy about it at all. He's the least likely person in the world to appreciate or respect this unusual "gift" and he really wishes it wasn't a part of his life.

Three weeks ago our cousin died tragically at the age of 33. Two nights later, he sat up in bed and saw our cousin walking up to him with her index finger pointing out in front of her, as if she were walking up to poke him. It's as if she couldn't believe she was dead, and she was seeing if she could get someone's attention. Standing right behind her was my deceased father, and my brother said it was as if he was with my cousin trying to get her to come with him to "the other side." He was talking to her, not unkindly, but his voice was urgent.

Now, I know my cousin. She was stubborn, not at all spiritual, a little obstinate, and I'm sure when she passed she was really confused about what was going on. People who die (and come back to life) say they didn't really "feel dead" when they died, and I'm sure my cousin was confused. I could kind of feel her around for a few days, although I don't see ghosts. The hair on my arms always stands up on end when something "unusual" is going on. I just don't think she went right up "to the light" or wherever it is that we go when we die. She was hanging around after tragically dying, and, if you believe my brother, my father was trying to help her over.

He went back to bed a while later--after feeling a little freaked out, and a few hours later, my cousing walked back into his room again. She stood and looked at him, and then turned and walked back out.

Death is such a mysterious thing, isn't it?

Stories like this either convince you there is life after death...

or they just confuse you.

Originally posted by MRuss
It's not a military story, but It's a good one:

My brother (40-something) is a corporate type, and he isn't religious or outwardly spiritual at all. But, unfortunately for him, he has the gift of seeing ghosts. He's seen ghosts multiple times and he isn't very happy about it at all. He's the least likely person in the world to appreciate or respect this unusual "gift" and he really wishes it wasn't a part of his life.

Three weeks ago our cousin died tragically at the age of 33. Two nights later, he sat up in bed and saw our cousin walking up to him with her index finger pointing out in front of her, as if she were walking up to poke him. It's as if she couldn't believe she was dead, and she was seeing if she could get someone's attention. Standing right behind her was my deceased father, and my brother said it was as if he was with my cousin trying to get her to come with him to "the other side." He was talking to her, not unkindly, but his voice was urgent.

Now, I know my cousin. She was stubborn, not at all spiritual, a little obstinate, and I'm sure when she passed she was really confused about what was going on. People who die (and come back to life) say they didn't really "feel dead" when they died, and I'm sure my cousin was confused. I could kind of feel her around for a few days, although I don't see ghosts. The hair on my arms always stands up on end when something "unusual" is going on. I just don't think she went right up "to the light" or wherever it is that we go when we die. She was hanging around after tragically dying, and, if you believe my brother, my father was trying to help her over.

He went back to bed a while later--after feeling a little freaked out, and a few hours later, my cousing walked back into his room again. She stood and looked at him, and then turned and walked back out.

Death is such a mysterious thing, isn't it?

Stories like this either convince you there is life after death...

or they just confuse you.

Thank you for sharing that, MRuss. I'm sorry to hear about your cousin. Hopefully, your father can get her to the other side.
I'm not fussing at you at all, but if anyone else has a regular ghost story to share, I have a link in my signature to post your other paranormal experiences. I would like to hear about boot camp, or military ghosts on this one.
You didn't know that, because I hadn't posted it, so it's okay... this time. Thanks again.

Timical:

I remember being taken to the ambulance and getting out in a wheel chair while entering the hospital. As soon as I went through the sliding doors I blacked out. I wake up sometime in the night to be greeted by the "provost" who is also a freaking D.I.(I swear there was no escape from these people). He explains to me some things about the hospital and then leaves me.

A few minutes go by when none other than the ghostly D.I. from my first visit stops by to say "hi". This time a male nurse comes to my rescue and the D.I. vanishes just like before. The male nurse I can sense is totally different from everyone else there. He genuinely cared about the recruits. He also informs me that he knows of the ghostly D.I., and as he is saying this he hears another recruit screaming, "Aye Sir!" We both laugh as he goes to aide the other recruit.

During my stay this time, this male nurse was the main one I encountered everyday and every night that I was not passed out. At the time I weighed 125 pounds (normally I weighed 160 and right now I am at 182), and he encouraged me to walk around and eat as much as I could. He even gave me the access codes into the storage room for socks, gowns, and most importantly food. He gave me a lot of trust so I made sure not to betray him. By this I mean that suicide and attempts thereof are a daily occurrence, and the storage room had needles I could have used if I wanted. He also told me to talk to another recruit that was having problems there just to give him some interaction.

We talked about all kinds of things as we walked up and down the halls, but mainly it consisted of spiritual talk. After about a week of interacting with him, I went into his room to see if he wanted to walk around. When I walked into his room his face was covered in blood and razor cuts. He said that the D.I. did it, and he would no longer cooperate with any of the staff. He thanked me for spending time with him and I took that as my queue to leave. I never saw him again, hopefully he is doing better. This was all I did during the day. Now for the night...

(to be continued...)

I didn't have ghosts at boot camp ... that I know of.
I was too dogged tired to notice much of anything.

I had TONS of ghosts when I was stationed at Camp Zama Japan. TONS. They were in the housing .. they were in the offices ... they were in the hangers ... seriously everywhere. The chapel on the main Camp Zama post was exceptionally haunted. Something there HATED the Americans but left the Japanese workers alone.

Come to find out that, during WWII, there was a horses stable there that had the royal horses .. it burned down and a few caretakers died in the blaze. And nearby was a 'holy spot' where Japaneese soldiers killed themselves (very honorable for them to do so) when they knew they lost the war. So I guess their spirits are still hanging out .. hating the 'winning American team' who came in and set up shop in their old military camp.

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That's an interesting story! My father was in WWII, and he was in Japan. He never mentioned ghosts, though. He wouldn't have anyway, even if he did have experiences with them. Of course, this was before we won the war, so there probably wasn't any ghosts there yet.

Did the ghosts there ever cause any harm to the Americans?

Thanks for sharing.

More please.

I don't have much to add to ghost stories in the military since I never served, but I think this is a fascinating thread. Would make sense if places like perris island have a lot of ghosts. the ghosts playing "splinter cell" (sneak around ambush tag) with him is pretty creepy.

Originally posted by sled735
Did the ghosts there ever cause any harm to the Americans?

Mostly .. no. They just scared the Americans whereas the Japanese didn't even notice them. It was the Americans who 'felt the hate' from something in the room .. and who heard the creaking and the footsteps .. and who felt like people were staring them down ... etc etc.

Only one story of a ghost there hurting someone (that I know of). Americans there would go to the shrines and festivals. There was a Japanese custom of going to a well, drinking the water to 'purify' yourself inside and out, and making a wish. A little American boy went to the well at a shrine and did these things during a festival (we all used to do these things .... get into the festivals and stuff). Well, the little boy (around 10) wished to 'be able to speak Japanese). I'm told that he instantly spoke ONLY japanese and couldn't speak English. I guess he was possessed or something. It took some prayer sessions with a chaplain to get him de-possessed.

That's what I heard anyways. I can't verify ...

Originally posted by BASSPLYR
More please.

I don't have much to add to ghost stories in the military since I never served, but I think this is a fascinating thread. Would make sense if places like perris island have a lot of ghosts. the ghosts playing "splinter cell" (sneak around ambush tag) with him is pretty creepy.

Well, I was about to go to bed. I work 3rd shift. But I will post a little bit more of the story just for you, BASSPLYR.
It will take me a few minutes to organize it for posting because Timical didn't put any breaks in his post, which made it hard on the eyes to read.
Be back in a few minutes with more....
BTW.... if you like ghost stories, go to my thread in the link in my signature. I have over 70 pages of paranormal stories shared there.

Also, if you like the story, there is a star at the corner you can hit.... (hint, hint)

Timical:

I woke up a few times and there was a woman(she looked exactly like the woman from the ring) standing off in the corner of my room. Over the nights she would move closer and closer to my bed until she was standing at the foot of my bed. On the night she was at the foot of my bed we stared at each other, and then the ghostly D.I. walked by, looked at me, looked at her, and then kept walking. Then I was scared. While looking back at her she floated up and started positioning herself over my body. Before she got up to eye level with me laying on my back, I luckily either passed out or fell asleep very quickly.

The next night, she was at the foot of my bed on the left side AND there was a smaller little girl that looked just like her on the right side of the foot of the bed. The bigger one begins to walk up to where my head is on the bed and I roll over to my right to ignore her. LEVEL FACE TO FACE WITH ME WAS THE LITTLE GIRL STARING AT ME! I did not like this so I threw a punch at her. MY FIST HIT A SOLID OBJECT AND WAS STOPPED IN MID AIR UPON HITTING HER IN THE FACE. I had to reach over the bed side rail to hit her, and during the day there is nothing on that side of the bed except for a night stand and the wall. I did not hit anything except her face. I then pull back my fist and see that she is pissed off. I freak out and close my eyes, go under the covers, and pray until I fall asleep. At this time, my friend that I had been walking around with had already left. The next night I will never forget...

I wake up, and this time they are both already in position. The bigger one on my left and the smaller one on my right. I look at both of them and decide it is probably best if I do not try to hit one of them again. A few moments after this thought, and looking back and forth between the two of them wondering what is going to happen next, the bigger one floats up and is positioned over my body, eye to eye, only about five inches from each other.

As she was positioning herself, I felt her wet, black hair touch my face until it was only touching the sides of my head as we gazed into one another's eyes. Her face resembled that of a drowning victim with pale blue skin and black lips. Her eyes were beautiful. They were.. swirling gold (I wish I could find a picture to show you how incredible they looked).

I was hypnotized by how beautiful they were, I was not paralyzed, as I could still move my head back pushing into the pillow, but I could not look away. I call out to God for help because at this point I am terrified. That is the moment two angels come through the wall across from my bed. One grabs the one floating above me by the ankle and basically rips it away(the look on that woman's face was priceless).

At this point I can now look away, and so I look over at the little one who is looking to her right towards the other angel and then tries to move away in the opposite direction. Sucks for her because she did not get away. The two angels were holding the two women with their arms crossed over the women's torsos. I then hear some ask me, "What do you want to happen to them?" I reply out loud, "Send them to hell." Directly beneath the two women rings of fire open up, and I see through them into what looks like hell. The entire room was bright red by the flickering of the flames. As the floor was opening up the two women's faces turned something sour, and they were struggling to get free. The two angels then place their hands on the shoulders of the two women and push them down into hell. The floor seals up, and the bright red flickering light from the flames leaves the room. I look at the two angels, thank them both, and they float backwards back through the wall in which they had arrived.

I thanked God immensely for delivering me from my plight. I did not see anything strange after that night for the rest of my stay at the hospital. However, things became extremely strange when I got back to EHP after this stay at the hospital...

(to be continued...)