Three
Spirits
            I Know.....
     
    
    
        I have
      been
      a military brat all of my life. I was
      born on a NAVY base in Japan because my father was fighting in the
      Gulf
      War. At the time my mother was living with her four year old
      daughter
      and grieving over the death of her two year old son's death. Two
      years
      later I was born, and we went back to the states. My father
      decided to
      quit the NAVY (after being in it since he was 17, and for 15
      years) and
      join the Air National Guard. My mother was still a stay-at-home
      mom
      when he was finished with his basic training. About three years
      later
      my mother joined the Air National Guard as well. I am now 15 years
      old
      and both of my parents are still in the military.
        All my
      life
      I have also witnessed a lot pf
      paranormal activities. My mother told me that it started when I
      was a
      baby. She said that I was never afraid of any of the ghosts or
      spirits
      but that as soon as I could talk she would hear me talking to them
      for
      endless hours of the night and that I would always play with them
      instead of my older sister (who couldn't ever see them). As I grow
      up I
      still have many encounters with these spirits almost on a daily
      basis.
      There are three main spirits that come and visit me but never all
      at
      once.  
        The
      first
      spirit that my mother tells me that she
      would hear me talk about when I was a toddler and hear me play
      with in
      my room was my big brother (the one who drowned). At first she
      thought
      that I just had an imaginary friend but when I told her the name
      of
      this friend and what he looked like she said that she was struck
      dumb
      because I had never heard my parents talk of him or seen a picture
      of
      him before. It was also odd she said because I had never met my
      big
      brother or so she thought. While growing up I was still visited by
      my
      brother usually twice a week He never told me about his life
      before he
      died (probably because he was too young to remember it) but I told
      him
      all about my days and what happened in them. We were very close
      and
      still are today. The strangest thing about all of this is that he
      ages
      as he would if he were really living. I have never been afraid of
      my
      brother or when he comes to see me, because its always the same, I
      hear
      him humming a lullaby that our mother used to sing to us and then
      the
      lights go out and there he is. he also always tells me when
      something
      bad is going to happen, such as a death in the family or to
      someone
      that I am close to, a natural disaster, and September eleventh. He
      had
      told me this exactly "Dad's gunna be stationed in Iraq for a while
      because there will be a terrorist attack on the U.S. soon, but
      don't
      worry he will be coming home in one piece." I didn't really know
      how to
      take what he said or understand it because he wouldn't tell me
      anymore
      that this. I am still visited my him today... once a week and then
      on
      all holidays and birthdays in the family.
        The next
      spirit was never a part of my family, so I
      don't know why he talks to me and he has never told me. The first
      time
      I saw him was at 2:03 the morning of 9/11. I remember it very
      vividly
      because since I am a military brat I am very used to the sound of
      combat boots coming up the stairs and walking around, but not at
      2:00
      in the morning! I had woken up to the sound of some very loud
      stomping
      downstairs and I recognized it as combat boots. I waited for them
      (whether it was my mom or dad) to come upstairs and tell me
      goodnight
      but there never did. So I went to the basement where I heard them
      and
      found a man dressed in an Army uniform from the time of WWII. This
      man
      looked to be very young (he is twenty-two or was when he died) and
      he
      was marching around in our basement all by himself. I watched him
      for a
      while and when he made no acknowledgement to my being there I
      asked him
      what he was doing there and why. No reply. I asked him a few more
      questions all with no reply. I could tell he was a spirit or ghost
      because he had the same smoky look around his as my brother, I did
      not
      feel threatened by him so I just sat on the couch and watched him
      march. I must have fallen asleep because I don't remember anything
      until he started to yell and woke me up. I asked him again why he
      was
      in my house and the only reply I got was yelling. Then my mom came
      downstairs and told me that the first tower had been hit. I then
      understood why he was there, and after a few minutes he stopped
      yelling
      and answered my questions all with an "I dont know" or "I am not
      sure".
      then he got up and started to march again and disappeared and my
      mom
      told me that the second tower had been hit and that I wasn't going
      to
      school that day. I didn't see the soldier again until we were
      informed
      that my dad would be stationed in Iraq. This is when he started to
      answer some of my questions and tell me about his life. I see him
      still
      today and talk to him about his experiences in Germany maybe a few
      times a month.
        The last
      spirit is also not a member of my family,
      but he tells me I talked to him once when he was alive, although I
      don't remember. This is a very old black male who wears sergeant
      stripes on his coat but it is not military issue and does not wear
      a
      uniform. I started to see him at the beginning of this year (2007)
      on
      no special day or event. I was sitting in my room watching TV when
      all
      the power in my room just turned off, I thought I had blown a
      circuit
      so I went out to the breaker box to fix it. While I was in the
      garage I
      saw a very old man working on something on my dad's tool bench (I
      also
      knew he was a ghost because he had the same look as the others and
      I
      was not threatened my him either). I asked him what he was doing
      and he
      said that he was trying to fix his wife's mixer and that he was
      finally
      getting around to it after seven moths of it sitting on his shelf.
      We
      talked for a while about his life and family and his children and
      grandchildren, and I told him about mine. He told me that I was a
      good
      person and to always be myself and never someone else because
      nobody
      was better than me or something like that. He says that a lot,
      it's
      kinda weird but it has a good message. I see him more than my
      brother
      but less than the soldier and he seems to bring good news, or at
      least
      whenever he comes to see me something good happens. Such as, that
      night
      when I first saw him my grandma came out of the hospital after
      being in
      a car crash she wasn't expected to live past.
        I see
      other
      ghosts and spirits but none that I can
      talk to and I usually feel threatened by them. And nobody else in
      my
      family has ever had encounters with spirits like this, so I don't
      know
      where I get it from.