i was nine at the time. i had only been to grandma jacobs house a couple times at that point. there were about fifteen outbuildings on the place including the barn. it had milk stantions in it so it was actively used as a dairy barn. at least half of it was. in the other side of the barn was stored an old buggy and a grain wagon, along with some milling equipment. i didnt take to my new grandmother as she spoke sentences started in english and finished in german. the initial language confusion found me playing in the yard mostly instead of visiting the grandma which is the reason dad always gave for going. they had just come out with polaroid cameras at the time, the ones where instamatic meant you are two minutes from seeing what you just saw... anyway... pops had bought one and routinely he bought me filmpacks because there werent video games. so im out at grandma jacobs house and playin in the yard and i thought well theres those two old wagons in the barn prolly get a good pic. so off i go. door is on a slider mechanism and i unhook latch and push it open<br />
it sticks a bit cause its old and it seems to have favorite spots to hang up on...<br />
i go in<br />
awesome! i start deciding how to compose shot<br />
walk around to front side of wagon to get better angle on it and have most of it in the pic.<br />
cold chills set upon me<br />
is was an easy hundred that day... middle of summer in kansas<br />
why am i cold<br />
i instinctively look for draft place.. as i look around there on ground is a grey man clutching his chest, i say grey but i mean pale. feller looked ill...like when my dad had pnuemonia ill...<br />
nobody told me there was a guy in the barn<br />
i took photo of him as i was running<br />
ran up to the house<br />
grandma grandma i said theres some man in the barn and he dont look so good<br />
she said thats klaus<br />
come here<br />
sit<br />
and i did<br />
she said that during world war two they brought german pows back to the states. the helped work the fields. they stationed the camps in beloit concordia and south of gorham ks.<br />
the ones who were more compliant lived on farms with people, unshackled.<br />
at one point she said three men were living in the barn and working just for food a place to stay and a ticket not back to the war. klaus she said got pneumonia and died. he died in the barn. i still have the pic. i have the image burned in my mind for all time as well. grandma kept asking if he said anything and i said no... and she said oh, in a way that co-notated disappointment. i gave it no further thought except to be freaked out by it. years later i would go by and watch "her stories" with her any day i was off from school or it was summer<br />
she taught me german<br />
well volga german anyway...<br />
and she would tell me of the old days in the dirty 30"s and living in the dustbowl at some point she confided in me that her and "klaus" had had an affair... she never told him she loved him and speculated that was why he was still in the barn.

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That's an interesting story. Btw, nice writing style, very detailed. More than the ghost story, the whole thing places the "reader". Right there. Thanks.

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I literally moved once because there was a black shadow "thing" in my apartment. It felt bad too. Just bad vibes all around. but that crazy black (about the size of a basket ball) shadow, would move up the wall or across the room all day and night. no matter the lighting. and no, i was not on drugs. lol

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So it wasn't the acid huh? Just kidding...I think I would have moved too.

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I'm pretty sure there was one in my house but I think it has been gone for several months. I asked it to leave.

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That's a bery respectful ghost.

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scoobie doo dvd?

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Casper....

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While on the St. Louis Police Dept. I had to stay with the body of a man who had committed suicide. Waiting for the Detectives .This story is not about that. The smell was so bad in the apartment that I sat on the floor in the hallway. A security guard, a friendly black guy sat down and we talked. The conversation got around to spirits and ghost He hesitantly began to tell a story about something that had happened to him but acted as if I wouldn't be-leave him. But wanted to tell it. While he was in the Army on patrol and it was getting dark. His squad decided to stay in a cemetery on a hill. as they started up the hill they passed a huge rock the only one they had seen in the area. During the night they were all awakened by a loud thumping sound but could see nothing. The next morning they found the huge rock on the hill near their camp. They tried but couldn't budge it. He said he became a believer.

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Do u think he was making it up, given the setting u were in at the time?

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i wouldnt say its a ghost story, but everyone has their own beliefs.<br />
one night when i was younger i was having a hard time sleeping.<br />
i hurd some weird noises around the ceiling above my bed so i looked up<br />
and chained and ropped to my ceiling was something that looked similar to a human but not entirly in the face. he had cuts and gashes all over his body and he was just looking at me.<br />
after a moment he spoke and he said my name and he said if i let him down from there that in life he would give me absolutly anything my heart desired.<br />
i screamed and never let him down.<br />
i am very religous so in my eyes, he wasnt of the light.

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I wouldn't have either!

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The ghost that haunted Christmas dinner!!That's right!!We were having dinner when I felt this horrible sensation in my *** when suddenly I squeezed out a very nasty spirit and scared everyone out of the dining room!!Very scary ****!!

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Horrifying!

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