The Lost Soldier
This is a story
submitted by a friend:
“My grandmother used to
live with my grandfather, my godfather (he was still a baby at the time) and my
mom, who was 4 or 5 years old at the time. They all lived together in a little
tiny house.
My grandfather used to
leave the house at night to go to the coffee shop, leaving my grandmother at
home, all alone with the kids, and on those nights, she started noticing a male
silhouette in her backyard. She was a brave woman, so she always went outside
to try and see who it was that was trying to scare her but whenever she got
there to investigate, no one was in sight and everything was quiet. All of this
went on until my grandmother decided it was time to move out.
Later on, we all
discovered that that house, and the ones around it, were built on top of an old
cemetery for fallen soldiers.”
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