Real Ghost Tales

This all happened when I was about 17 years old.

One night my dad had decided too walk the track of fair hill. I asked him if I could drive his car around for a little bit to give me and my younger sister something to do. While driving I pulled up to the front gate to go around the track one more time, until I had slammed on the breaks in fear.

My younger sister had asked me what was wrong and I told her that I had saw what was to be a man with a face the color of a clean white bed sheet dressed in a red coat with a gun in hand.

I took off in the car to go and find my dad. A half an hour had passed and I couldn’t find my dad anywhere. My sister and I had gotten out of the car and ran like hell to find him. When I found him I told him what I had seen. Of course he believed me knowing we were in an old revolutionary war town. I’ll never forget that mans face.

Sent in by Kristina, Copyright Real Ghost Tales 2008

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