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The Soldier in my Attic

This story is about what happened to my brother in the attic of my old house.

When I was 8 years old I lived in a long row of red brick terraced houses in the city of Manchester, UK. These houses were built during World War 2 and were one army barracks and home to soldiers and their families.

If you’ve ever watched the TV soap ‘Coronation Street’ you’ll know what type of houses I mean. The whole street looked like an L.S. Lowry painting.


So, before I start I want to say that this is a story from two perspectives composed of me and my friend who’s like my brother, but lets catch up first. I wasn’t born in mexico but me, my mom and my friend Kale went to Mexico when I was around 3. so lets start.

I’m not sure how I remember this but I do. So me, my mom and my friend Kale who was 10 at the time went to mexico. Kale was very close to my family and when my mom needed to go down there she offered to take Kale seeing that me and him were like siblings. When we got there we checked into a hotel. Kale told me it was a very pretty house, It was like a Hawaii house but in mexico, right next to the beach he told me.

Johnny the Ghost

My family and I lived at a haunted property called ‘Gladstone villa’,  in the former mining town of Bargoed, originally a village that became a market town that grew vibrantly after the opening of the towns colliery in 1903.

It became part of the Caerphilly county borough of the South Wales valleys, with many of the buildings and stores dating back to over one hundred years.

Grandma is not happy

Let me start this story off by saying I grew up in the military. My dad was in the air force and my family moved around a lot. I have lived in many haunted homes before, and have experience a lot of paranormal activiti in my life. This story however is about the time my grandma was not happy with my dad being deployed.

Back in the Spring of 2008 my dad got orders for Iraq, and by the summer he had deployed. The night my dad left was a hard one for me. I wanted to stay up all night because I didn’t want to dream about my dad dying, but I had school in the morning so around 10 I forced myself to go to bed. This is where it gets weird.

Haunted Okinawa

I am a U.S. Marine and this is my story on the experiences iv had during my deployment in Okinawa, Japan from September 2016 to March 2017.

Now here’s a small history of the island itself : during the 2nd world war there was a VERY bloody battle between the U.S. And Japan on the island that lasted well over 80 days. During the battle there was an estimated 82,000 deaths on American and Japanese armed forces combined.  And an estimate 150,000-300,000 Okinawan civilians were either killed, committed suicided or went missing due to hiding in the caves and underground passageways that run for miles hiding from the horrors of war.

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