This is a story from my father who used to be in the air force. He retired after 21 years of service and has many stories from it but he’s told me that this is the one of scariest paranormal events that he’s been involved while serving.
Let me start by saying my father doesn’t scare easily. He’s a 5’11 guy with some incredibly muscular arms even now that he’s in his 50’s. Back then, he was 160 Lbs and a quick witted young man. This may be a bit short and details might be left out given how long ago it was and that it isn’t personally my story.
When my father was in the air force he had quite a few jobs, everything from spying on other countries to testing a then brand new device, the gps. This story revolves around a job where he had to climb very high buildings and landmarks alike to set up satellite-like devices. Unfortunately, I’m unable to remember if these were for weather purposes or for the GPS but I beleive it was one of the two. These devices were heavy and he carried them on his back while he was climbing and then set them up on the top of whatever he had climbed. He watched and stayed with them from morning to night to make sure the machines did their job. It was a boring job since he just sat there all day but he did it nonetheless.
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This is a real encounter. I am not making any of this up at all. I’m a junior in high school and I was in our school’s ROTC. During the summer last year, we were doing combat night ops during our land navigation training. Me and my fire team were in the middle of the woods, each one of us with a chem light hooked to our web gear. As we were moving through the woods, we came across a small trail and moved into a column formation, out of the 5 of us i was watching our backs.
As we were marching quietly, i chose to do a 180 degree turn to check behind us. As I turned I thought I saw movement in the brush. I passed the order to halt and we all went into a crouched firing position. As we were mostly juniors, we were using airsoft guns with LED tracer devices on the barrels. Our fire team leader told the team marksmen to utilize his ghillie suit and move onto the hill behind us. We sat there for about twenty minutes for the marksmen to report back, but he didn’t. We naturally thought that he got hit and was “Dead”. All of a sudden we heard our CO calling us back in with the bull horn he loved to use. We headed back thinking if the marksmen heard it then he would make his way back.
We got back to our camp and were right about our squad mate, except when we saw him, he looked horrible. His face was a pale white, like he saw a ghost. Our CO, we’ll call him Cap, was Native American and was always a bit edgy when we did training’s in the woods. We asked the marksman, we’ll call him John, what happened. But when we asked, he looked at us with the blank and unnatural expression I’ve ever seen, he told us that there was something here with us, and that we needed to leave. Of course me and the rest of our platoon didn’t believe him, we thought he was messing with us but I still decided to be a little cautious. Cap told us we should eat then rest up, as I got to my tent that I shared with another guy, I decided to pull out a sugar cookie that I got from the MRE i had eaten two hours before for dinner. About an hour passes and i’m lying in my sleeping bag, my battle buddy is out cold. All of a sudden i hear a low whistle followed by a tearing sound, like when you rip a shirt in half but amplified. One of our guys screams and that wakes everyone up. I ran out of my tent, still in my skivvies and stopped dead in my tracks. something was standing over one of our guy’s tents with a huge chunk of the tents material impaled on one of it’s claws.
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My story starts in the brecon becons i had some how survived a 4 hour bus journey full of annoying new cadets on their first air cadet tactical leadership course tlc for short. Since this was my forth tlc my name was down for the advance level which involved live fire exercises and helicopter extractions. well as i am sure i have thoroughly bored you now, i shall continue with the story. Almost immediately after i got off the bus i was greeted by the warm welcoming bellowing voice of the camp warrant officer a former grenadier guard truly a cadets worst night mare.
He ordered all the advanced cadets to form a squad to the right of him and march down to the armoury tent, where we were given are weapons i had the pleasure of being the squads machine gunner which meant being armed with a jimpy as we commonly called this beast of a firearm. after we received our weapons the squad commander told us we would be yomping slang for hiking to the first checkpoint where we would be staying the night, with in the next 30 minutes with that being said we spent the next 30 mins checking weapons and kit the time finally came to begin the march. i felt something was wrong right from the get go,it felt as if we were being watched.
When we finally reached the checkpoint and setup camp the squad commander split us up into pairs to go out and patrol the perimeter i was paired with a good friend of mine a thick accented Scotsman called Angus, we were the first to go out on patrol we got about an hour into the patrol with out seeing anything of any interest, but all that was going to change over the next 10 minutes. as we entered the second half of our patrol we herd grunting and bark being ripped of trees, at first we thought it was just the local army cadet force being as incompetent as they normally are, so Angus being the no nonsense Scotsman he is fired a round directly into the air this is something we would soon regret with the round being fired off the muzzle flash briefly illuminated the surrounding area, which meant that we could see what was making those noises. the image of what we saw will forever be burnt into my memory.
what we saw was this half wolf half man creature it stood about 7 to 8 feet up lent against a tree. but what really traumatised me was its face this thing had glowing yellow eyes accompanied with a expression on its face, that i can only describe as pure hatred of us for what ever reason. as soon as the flash went we heard it start bounding towards us both of us wasted no time in emptying our guns into its general direction, one of us must of hit the creature since we heard a high pitched yelp and the foot steps going back the way they came. we stood there for about 5 minutes straight just looking in pure shock and fear at the woods, when we finally reacted to the frantic calls over the radio about what was going on. we were ordered to return to the check point where we would be air lifted by Chinook back to base. after me and Angus had calmed down and regained the ability to reacted like normal human beings. we were thrown straight into a de-briefing from the commanding officer, since that experience i have never looked at the wilderness the same way and probably never will.
I’m in a European military. Okay-okay, it’s actually a state-sponsored volunteer militia, but that still counts.
Some years back on a rainy fall weekend, my unit attended a field exercise in some forest in the middle of nowhere. Our regular squad leader was not present, so we got stuck with Mike (not his real name), a tall well-built man who had been around the proverbial block many times and seen more than his fair share of weird shit prior to signing up for the militia.
I won’t bore you with all the events that led up to this, but because of reasons, Mike had most of the squad stop and dig in at their current position before assembling a small fireteam (which included my humble self) to accompany him deeper into the woods to do some reconnaissance. We shed all excess weight for increased agility and moved out.
No more than a few hundred meters from our initial position, we came to a small clearing in the forest. For whatever reason, this place was dead silent and riddled with all kinds of debris (mainly the remains of dead trees). Suddenly, the silence was broken by unintelligible yelling. We immediately hit the deck thinking we’ve attracted enemy attention, but didn’t see any movement or hear gunshots.
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Before I start, you need to know that I’ve been in the military for 12 years. I have seen my fare share of creepy shit. Most of the buildings and ships are down right haunted as fuck. I have been seeing ghost on and off since I was a kid, well more when I was a kid, not as much now, thank fuck.
This story takes place miles off the coast of South America. We were on deployment, so I’m not going to say what ship I was on, or when this took place. Now the ship that I was on wasn’t a stranger to ghost stories, and most my shipmates would gossip about their own, encounters. I didn’t believe it, at first. Cause even though I saw shit when I was young, it never bother me, and most of the stories were repeats from other ships.
Before I get into my encounter, left me put something in perspective for you, so you can understand what makes these, encounters, more creepy and unnerving then it would be on land. You’re on a ship, in the middle of the ocean, with no place to run, hide, or escape. You are trapped in a metal tin can, with nothing but the dark waters as your, “escape”.
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This is a true story about myself and my best friends Richard’s experince. My name is Jeff I’m in the United States Marine Corps. Being part of the artillery side of our branch, everyone who has the MOS of 0811 goes to Fort Sill OK for training. It’s a relatively big base, but the Marine Battery is located out of the way of most of it. It’s located right next to a cemetery, which makes the following events even worse. Especially since I didn’t believe in ghosts or demons.
It was around April/June of 2016. Myself and a couple of buddies had just arrived at the battery. It was around 1am in the morning so we were all extremely tired. The duty NCO (Non-commissioned officer) checked us in. Gave us our room cards, and sheets and pillows for our rooms. He instructed us to be in formation by 0445 or 4:45Am. Myself and Richard were assigned room 211. It was on the 1st floor, about 50ft from the duty desk. We began walking towards the end of the hallway when we noticed two doors on opposite sides of the ball.
Both leading down to what we assumed was the basement. On the doors there were signs, NO UNATHORIZED PERSONELL BEYOND THIS POINT. Naturally we assumed it was probably an armoury, or something of the sort. We joked about how we would try to get down there and see the weaponry. Looking back, what happened in the following moments, it should have been a massive red flag as to what history Fort Sill holds.
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