Some people go through life without ever experiencing something that completely changes their life. But not me, about three years ago I saw the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me.
I had detention and had no way of getting home besides the 2 mile long walk. And at about the half mile mark it starts snowing really hard (what do you expect, it's New England). So, despite my best judgment, I decided to take the short cut... through the grave yard. As I'm walking through I see a lone marine in full combat uniform standing in front of a headstone. On his chest I could read the name Moore.
I saluted him to show my respect. He saw me, bowed his head, and smiled. And in a faint voice I heard him say "Stay strong... You'll make it home". Just then, I heard a branch snap under the weight of the snow and looked over.
But once I looked back at the marine he was gone. Confused by where he could have gone, I checked the headstone where he was standing and was shocked by what I saw. It read "Cpl. John Moore... gave his life in the line of duty, defending our country and its freedom." I felt scared, but somewhat safe. After that, I walked home and it felt good to get out of the cold. After that day, I keep on pushing and never give up as the brave spirit once told me.
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HorrorA collection of morbid stories anywhere I can find in the net. Not all stories included here are mine, thus I take no responsibilities for anything. Most posts are from anonymous people, so I cannot give credits for some stories. I hope you enjoy my...
