Other two stories I've managed to write out. Very bottom is the main one that still gets me to this day. I haven't got around to writing it as nice and neat and eloquently as the rest of the ones I've posted but I wrote out a real quick summary of what happened.
Misawa Air Base, Ghosts at the Park
I don’t know when this story takes place, and I don’t know the Security Forces members who witnessed it. This is a story that has been passed around the base and the Security Forces Squadron, and has become well enough known that it was actually put in the Air Force Times (or one of those news papers).
Here’s how it was told to me.
During the night shift, a Security Forces member in charge of an Entry Control Point (Alpha 1) was taking a look through his cameras surrounding his area. While doing this, he noticed from one of his cameras that he could see the park in the distance. Naturally, with it being the middle of the night, he decided to zoom in on the park just to make sure there was nobody doing anything stupid. This is when he noticed two human shapes in the park. Seeing this, he dispatches a unit (Alpha 2) to investigate.
“Alpha 2 from Alpha 1, I have eyes on two people at the park, can you make contact with them and send them home?”
“Copy, we’re en route.”
Within a few minutes, Alpha 1 notices the patrol arrive on scene and stop just short of the people he sees on the camera. Thinking all is well, Alpha 1 continues on his camera checks. A few minutes later, the radio goes off.
“Alpha 1, Alpha 2. We’re at the park, we have negative contact. I think they left.”
Alpha 1 goes back to the camera to verify what he’s hearing on the radio, and at this point he starts to get nervous.
“Alpha 2, I copy, you don’t have anyone there?”
“Affirm, there’s no one here.”
“Roger….call me.”
Alpha 2 calls Alpha 1′s phone.
“It’s Alpha 2, what’s up?”
“You don’t see them?”
“See who?”
“The people? That are right in front of you?”
“Dude, there’s no one here.”
“I can see two people on my camera, standing directly in front of you. If you can’t see them….I’d leave…NOW.”
Alpha 2 didn’t argue with that, immediately left and met up at Alpha 1′s post. This story still gets passed around the base today and lives on as one of the many ghosts stories Misawa has in it’s history.
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Misawa Dormitory, Personal Encounter II & III
My second encounter I still kind of question to this day. I don’t know if it was my eyes playing tricks on me or if it actually happened. It wasn’t an apparition or a ghost that I saw. It was my hat.
A few days after I saw the woman in Ghost Tales #1, I woke up around the same time and saw what appeared to be one of my hats floating in the doorframe. I wasn’t clearly able to make out which hat it was but I remember the general shape of it. Not being in the mood to deal with it, I once again put my back against the wall, pulled the blanket over my head and went back to sleep.
This concludes my second encounter.
My third encounter happened in 2012, I’m thinking it was sometime between February and May. I believe this to be my most visible encounter with this woman. Are you familiar with “The Witching Hour”? To the best of my knowledge, it’s between the hours of 2AM and 3AM, supposedly twelve hours opposite of when Christ was crucified and when paranormal activity is most active. I don’t know why this is, but that’s what I know it to be.
Anyway, I woke up late into this supposed Witching Hour laying on my side and facing the living area of my dorm room. Once again, in the doorframe I see the girl standing there. This time though, she didn’t stay there. She began to walk at a very slow pace into my room. I remember my eyes following from the doorframe to the window, watching her every move as she came to a stop shy of the nightstand.
She turned to face me, and even though she was so close to me, I still could not see her face. She stood there for what must have been just a few seconds, once again feeling like minutes…until she broke the stillness. She suddenly tilted her head at me, like something you’d see a dog do, like she couldn’t understand why I was laying there. And for me, that was it. I couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t stay still any longer.
I shot for my phone sitting above my head, and in one swift motion I turned it on aiming the light from the display at her like I just found the greatest weapon in the world. And just as I hoped, she dissipated as the light touched her.
This concludes my third encounter.
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The biggest encounter I had occurred after having a weird dream. I woke up on my stomach in sleep paralysis - I know I was awake because I could see everything in my room, I could feel the fan on my face and my blankets, I could see my computer and hear the music I had playing from it. Then suddenly I sank into the bed like someone was sitting on my back. Immediately after I started feeling heavy punches on my back, enough that I was actually shaking in my bed. I forced myself awake and the weight off of me and there was nobody in my room. I ran and turned the light on and cleared out the rest of my living quarters to find no one there.
The next couple of days was spent talking to people about it. "It was just a dream" "go see the chaplain" "get your room blessed". After about three or four days I had started leaning towards the "its just a dream" rational. I was getting dressed a few days later when I happened to catch a glance of my back in the mirror - covered in fist sized bruises in the spots I was hit.
After that I put the bible out with a certain verse highlighted, as well as the temple lion-dogs you see in front of asian temples to ward off evil spirits. After that I never saw the ghost again, but she'd make herself known by throwing shit around my room. I went through my duty bag one day and took my helmet out and put it on the floor next to the bag. I was woken up in the middle of the night to my helmet being thrown across the room and landing on the floor next to my head. Statues that were also on shelves mysteriously slipped off although there were no quakes, nothing else on the shelf fell off and it wasn't anywhere near the edge.
A lot of residents on the base had similar stories - seeing people standing over water, "the invisible man" in the towers, the ghost child at the park, the housing ghosts, the haunted Japanese HQ built over an old burial ground that not even the Japanese would go in after dark. All kinds of stories came from the base.