One night, I was walking home from my friend Tiffany’s house. It was late and dark, so I took a shortcut through the graveyard. When I got to this one grave, I saw two men standing there. They were dressed in old army uniforms. I asked them if they were lost and they said no. I asked them what they were doing here in a graveyard dressed like soldiers. They said they were in uniform because they were going to war. I said there was no war. One of them asked me what year it was and I told them 1999. They said it couldn’t be, but I said it was. All of the sudden, they started screaming, so I started to run away. When I looked back at them they were bleeding. I stopped and looked around to see if there was anyone there who could help them, but when I turned backed around, they were gone.
The next day, I went to my grandma’s house and I got out this book that had pictures of local soldiers in the war. When I turned the page, I saw a picture of the two soldiers I’d seen the night before. I read the information under the picture and it said those two soldiers were murdered just before they were supposed to leave for the war. I didn’t believe in ghosts until that point in time and I never go into graveyards alone at night anymore.