He Wasn't Right.

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Story type: Ghost
Location: my house
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Oct 14 17:06:59 2009

OK so I live on a farm out in Alabama. It was a pretty nice day and I was chilling by my bedroom window. Now my house was owned by a slave owner back in the 1600's and had over 2000 slaves on it at one time. I took a quick glance out my window and I saw a ghostly figure out in the wheat fields. He was standing there with his head down and he was shaking his head too. I heard a voice say, "He was wrong."

I was pretty creeped out by this so i ran outside and told my father what had happened. When we went back out to the fields, he was gone but didn't leave without doing some more creeping. Out of no where, there was a high pitched scream and then a blast, almost like a shotgun. Me and my dad high tailed it out of there but returned several days later.