Hello everybody, things are a little hectic over here and I’ve been feeling sick again. Hopefully it’s just the weather and not a return of Bad Days, but we’ll just have to wait and see! Ha!
For today’s post I will share with you My Real Ghost Adventure(TM), which I had on the USS Lexington down in Corpus Christi. It’s short, and not very exciting, and to me that makes me that much surer what happened was a Real Ghost Adventure(TM) and not just heat stroke. They don’t have air conditioner on that thing, you know. I came out looking like I’d just swum up out of the Gulf.
So I’m in the belly of the beast. I’ve left my sister behind for a bit, just outside the chamber I’m in. I think it’s the Captain’s cabin. It’s been a while. She’s not interested and she wants to take a break because we’re both soaked to the bone with sweat and gasping for breath from all the steep-angled stairs and humid airs.
I walk in and I see the dude.
Not young, but not quite middle aged. Kinda ugly (sorry, my dude), small eyes and big ears, a military-style buzz. That doesn’t really peak my interest or anything (in my city, you can’t throw a stick without it hitting a salon that specializes in military buzzes). Wearing very non-descript clothing, all the same drab color. Blue? Green? Maybe brown? He wasn’t a very stand-out sort of guy.
I immediately get a weird vibe off of him. I am but a young girl, all alone in the bows of a haunted-ass naval vessel. But he’s pretty friendly, and starts pointing out various displays, giving me background information. He tells me about the captain entertaining various celebrities and women, points out the pictures. Tells me about the couch.
I thank him and tell him I’m gonna go get my sister so he can tell her as well. He smiles, and walks toward the back, where the captain’s actual room is. I go get my sister and bring her in.
The dude is gone. He has up and fucking vanished. There’s no way he got out behind me. He’s just gone.
And that is my real ghost adventure.