How extra Fortean! :atom:
Some of these stories on this thread have reminded me of something that happened many years ago, and whilst not a stick man story as such, is quite interesting and a little poignant bearing in mind what is happening on Sunday.
Around 9 or 10 years of age, I was invited on holiday with a schoolmates family to a caravan park, which was in either in rural Suffolk or Norfolk.(I don’t remember which)
The owner of the park lived in a large farmhouse, and the caravans were dotted about in the farmhouse grounds, there were only about 6 or 7 of these static caravans so it was quite a small setup.
Our caravan only had 2 bedrooms, and with my mates parents in one bedroom and his sister in the other, we shared an inflatable bed on the floor in the lounge.
One night (it must have been in the small hours) I was woken up by my mate, who was tapping me on the arm - he was sitting bolt upright in the bed, so I also sat up to see what his problem was.
What we saw was like a dense black mass with a human form, it was standing very still directly at the bottom of the bed - I don’t remember feeling scared, just a little confused in my sleepy state as to what on earth it was.
We stared at it for probably no longer than 30 seconds or so, when the blackness of the shape seemed to get lighter as if it was fading, and just before it did fade away it gave us what was sort of like a military salute – with the right palm open, against the forehead in the British Army style.
The next thing I remember was being woken up in the morning for breakfast by my mates Mum.
Over breakfast my mate told his parents what we saw, and his father told us that during the first World War the farmhouse was used as a convalescent home for wounded soldiers back from the front.
I’m not contact with this old mate anymore ( it’s sad how people drift away) and haven’t been for many years, but the last time I bumped into him we had a little childhood reminisce, and he confirmed the Caravan story so it’s not a false memory or a vivid dream.
I don’t know what it was that we saw that night, but the thought that the spirit of an old soldier from WW1, coming back to salute 2 young boys back off to sleep, to my mind is very touching.
Sorry if it’s a bit long