Stories - Desert Storm Spirits

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Originally written by Bill Tharp.

Greetings. My story takes place in the country of the United Arab Emirates. While stationed there during Desert Storm, a couple of shipmates and myself were up most of the night working on an aircraft. We went into the shop space to take a break and were discussing ghosts and such. It was a good laugh for all of us. My buddy James went to the head. Kerry and I sat there talking as I worked on some paperwork. When I looked up at her, she had this look of total surprise on her face.

I said, "What?" She was looking right past me. I turned around and, for about two seconds, I saw what appeared to be a "black shape" moving across the shop floor. It reminded me of the head to toe covers that most of the women in that country wear. "It" glided over the floor, moving forward, and disappeared.

Kerry and I just looked at each other bewildered. As soon as the thing was gone James came back around the corner. We told him about it and he attributed it to tired eyes and fatigue but said he believed us because he had had stuff like that happen to him, as well, back home in San Antonio. He joked it was the ghost of the "wicked camel". We never mentioned it to the rest of our shipmates, they'd thought we were bucking for "Section 8's". I can still remember what I saw. It had to be real. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. 
Category: Ghosts
Tags: ghosts
May 22 @ 19:34