Ghost Marine

From: LCpl Chris Tagseth (tagsethcl@3mawyuma.usmc.mil)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Yuma, AZ
Source: Form Submission

Ghost Marine

Hello Supernatural fans this is LCpl Tagseth again, and Im having trouble kicking this story off the right way. Self-humiliation is always good, so Ill just blame my horrible introduction to the fact that Im an enlisted Marine. If youre reading this then odds are that youve read my other story Barracks Ghost, and if you havent, then I recommend that you read it before continuing on. Basically it covers my spiritual past, and it saves me explanation time if you put forth the extra effort. Just to clear up any confusion, the following text is not related to my first story. That experience took place at my last duty station located in Meridian, MS, while this story takes place where Im currently stationed.

Barracks 912, built during the early 1960s, has been through its fair share of hard years. One wall-locker in my room has graffiti dating back to Vietnam; spray-painted in big red letters are phrases of things like pain, and blood. It comes as no surprise that there are spooky events taking place on a constant basis. Every time I enter in through the double doors, I feel the presence of spirits, both good and bad. I should probably mention that I am currently stationed at Marine Corps Air Station Yuma, AZ. Temperatures get up to 123 degrees Fahrenheit during the day, and it doesnt cool down too much at night. The A/C in 912 doesnt work very well, and the temp is normally around 95 degrees in my room, so lately Ive had some sleepless nights. About a week ago, I was tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable positionfinally I found comfort with my right shoulder propped up against the wall. Suddenly I felt a sharp, stabbing-pain in my shoulder. I moved over out of shock, and the pain went away immediately. I continued my search for the optimal position, and once again I found peace against the wall. Only this time, my left shoulder was touching the cement. Once again, I felt a pain in my shoulder, and out of instinct I moved. Completely bewildered, I got up to go get a drink of water. Upon my return I became aware of a supernatural presence in the room. Standing in the darkest corner, concealed by shadows cast by my bunk, was a tall apparition. I could barely make out his silhouette, but his eyes on the other hand stood out like two gleaming diamonds. I approached him, and he disappeared in to thin air. I was getting a bad vibe for sure, and I automatically prepared for the worst. In the Corps, we have a saying, Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best. I put myself wholeheartedly in to this statement, hoping to gain any protection that it could offer. From that point on, the night is a complete blur He floated through walls, flew up through my rack, and even did the typical howling thing. I tried to talk to him, but to no avail. If anything, this aggravated him even moreat one point I made a comment along the lines of, God, protect me. Everything stopped for about a minute, but he came back with a vengeance. Papers, CDs, movies and other objects were hurled across the room. During this I heard a sharp twang and I knew that he had indeed broken my guitar strings. Eventually I couldnt take anymore so I grabbed my uniform, put on some shoes and got out of dodge.

Nothing else has happened since that night, but Ill never be comfortable in my room again. Actually, Im supposed to be moving to brand-new barracks within the next few weeks, and believe you me, Im not complaining. In retrospect, I would definitely have to say that Shallow Hal, as me and my roommate have taken to calling him, is a demon. The absence of light around his form is a serious indicator, plus his response to the statement I made asking for Gods protection. Many people have seen him, along with a plethora of other ghosts, so I would guess that there is more info on this subject. On the other hand, most Marines would rather get smashed than write a story, so you might not find anything else. If you wish to, dont hesitate to contact me at one of my email addresses. Also, on a separate note, thank you to everyone who has emailed me with his or her questions, and comments. Peace, and until next time.

Tagseth, C.L.
LCpl, USMC

Contact info:
Work: tagsethcl@3mawyuma.usmc.mil
Personal: enlightenedsole17@yahoo.com