One of the more flat out terrifying moments of my life comes from when I was living on Hickim AFB (this was back before a pandering butterbar renamed the place and switched signs statewide merging the base with pearl harbor for a promotion so it was actually called Hickam USAFB) and for some history it is a Air Force Base connected to Pearl Harbor, which was attacked on 12-07-1941 bringing the US into WW2.
The reason this is relevant is because you can still see bullets in buildings and unexploded munitions in the water. It's amazing and I hope it doesn't get removed to be honest... (Cue at kitchen psych. Trying to make everything "safe" by taking a sledgehammer to it)
The point is that we have a whole lot of ghosts all over in the historic neighborhoods. In mine there were 2 of them in my house and my neighbors house and theey might have actually been the same guy.
What's interesting is that these 2 were actually intelligent but in a limited, one dimensional capacity. One would lock onto you and sort of speedwalk over agressively and the other would hide in rooms and panic When I was around nine or so I took out the trash and saw the damn thing. It was about 5'10 or 6'0, very skinny and walked very fast. It had a Bowie knife and no face as odd as that seems. At first I was shocked and it kept coming. After it gained 200 feet on me and it was moving about 5 miles and hour. I move that fast right now. Fortunately for me I was 10 times faster at that age so I turned around and ran all the way up to my parents bedroom where the lights were on and the doors were open but no one was there and I felt a lot of energy behind me. I heard my dog barking downstairs and I ran back outside because... Genetics? I'm a male? Idk. It was gone.... Completely gone...
I went back inside. I ran back inside fast as possible and everyone was there again, the house felt 10 degrees colder so it was back to normal temp. and my father walked around outside and so did my neighbor to make sure there wasn't a lunatic. (Eventually about 5 men were doing so but they all went back inside. I do believe someone was attacked that night across the neighborhood so everyone was wondering what the heck was going on).
The second was a hell of a lot more benevolent and he was a soldier that haunted my neighbors house and would have a absolute bonkers chimpout in the laundry room at night talking about artillery shells and telling him "get down soldier!!!" "The f****** Japs are bombing us" and "f*** there are bullets everywhere!!" He was at least somewhat communicate and if you tried to talk he could say a little bit about himself, mainly that he came out to paradise but not for this and would disappear quite soon. Over time they actually grew used to him. But his wife was terrified of it and their kids could not go in there after the evening or nightfall.
My guess is that the laundry machines (they would move violently and make plenty of noise) would enrage him a bit and he was obviously a soldier who probably died in the war.
The one who locked onto me I have no clue. Perhaps I have enough esp to sort of see the world through its eyes? The entire plane was lifeless and 10 degrees warmer than here. Completely quiet and perfectly silent. I think my stepmom had bad dreams about the ghost and would go hysterical. I for one saw shadows move unprovoked about twice when I was there in that house and the place had lots of negative energy.
My neighbors ghost was... A ghost.
What was mine? An evil one? Roberta has said before that evil spirits do exist. I wouldn't want to call it a demon simply because I don't think a being as high as a demon would be petty enough to randomly haunt women and children for kicks.
But on the most basic pretense that it was a evil (aka, severely terrifying and unwanted) belligerent and disembodied spirit that scared everyone I guess it was.
@mac @Ruby @Monika do you guys have any thoughts?
I'll pass, Kurt. Interpreting isn't my strong point.