Walking Spirit

I was about 8 and I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the day of my older friend’s birthday. We were spending the night at her house, me and a couple of her other friends, and we had said goodbye to one of her friends because he couldn’t stay. She lived out in the middle of the country across from a large field. There was a road seperating her property from it.

It was about 10:30 at night and we were all sitting on the porch in the dark. The only light was behind us, coming from an open window in the house. We had all gone quiet and then one of the girls stood and pointed across the road. At first we didn’t see anything, then it came into view. It looked like smoke, and after a few minutes it formed into a man.

He looked old and worn, he was leaned over a cane and he had a long beard. He didn’t seem to notice us, he was just walking back and forth. At that moment we were all freaking out, and asking each other if it was actually there. It looked as though he was walking in place for a few moments, then when a car passed, he would move one way then the other. He was just pacing, but he never turned around. He was always facing one direction, and every time he took a step he wouldn’t move until a car went by, then he was in a differant spot.

After a few minutes, he had stopped walking, and I remember all of us going cold as his head turned and he looked at us. We ran inside, covered my friend’s window with a blanket and sat there for the rest of the night.

Submitted by Vi-Vi, MO, USA