I always believed in ghosts, ever since I was a child, but
I never saw one till I was about 13.
My father was a football coach who was working for the same man who coached him when
he was in school. We'll call him Jim. And I was on his
football team. That part is irrelevant to the story, but
necessary nonetheless.
Jim invited my father and I to go fishing for the weekend.
He owned a little cabin on a small island in the
intercostal waterway of Corpus Christi, TX. So we hopped in
the boat, and took off.
Later that day, after spending several hours fishing, we came to the cabin for the first
time to clean the fish we had caught. While we (or they,
rather) were cleaning the fish, I heard a boat motor
approaching. So did Jim, and he walked over to the edge of
the dock and stood beside me as I watched a very old boat
slowly pull up along side. Inside the boat were two young
looking men with navy whites on, and a young Hispanic girl.
They asked us if we could spare any gasoline for their
motor, and as we didn't have any, they thanked us and left.
I didn't really think very much of it till I looked at my
father and Jim and they were both white as sheets. My dad
looked at me and asked me if I had noticed what he had
noticed about the boat, and it wasn't until then that I
realized that there was NO COLOR AT ALL in the boat, or in
the people. Everything was in shades of grey.
Jim sat down in a chair and slowly started to speak. He
told us of two sailors who went AWOL after killing a young
Hispanic girl in a water skiing accident right out almost in
front of the cabin. They panicked when they found her
floating with half of her head chopped off and decided to
take off to Mexico. They would stop off at the docks where
people were standing and ask for gas along the way, the ones
who didn't give them gas were shot, so there was a
(figurative) trail of blood about 50 miles long, along the
coast going towards Mexico. That's where the Navy caught up
with them. They were gunned down in their boat before they
could get off a shot.
That night, Jim told me he would give me a 100 dollar bill if I would stay on the ground
floor of his cabin. Being 13, and loving money and video
games, I jumped at the chance. I went to bed about 11pm.
And about 1am, I was awoken by what I thought was the
wind. But there was no wind, and I could tell because I was
sleeping in a screened in porch. And standing at the door
of the porch was a young looking Hispanic girl in a white
one piece bathing suit. I could see the screen on the door
bend inwards as she pushed on it trying to open the door. I
screamed, I couldn't help it. As soon as I did, she just
disappeared in a puff of white fog. I didn't get the
hundred, but he did give me 50 bucks because finally someone
else had seen her, and his wife would stop calling him a
liar.
I saw her several more times during that summer, but
she never again came up to the house. She would just walk
along the beach of the island and look out over the water.
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