Triangular Field

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OCTOBER 2009

I was standing at the top of Triangular field along the low stone wall that encloses it. It was dusk, I heard my sister call out for help as she stumbled about 25 yards down the hill from me. I immediately started to move towards her to help and was stopped in my tracks by a smokey swirly something. It materialized inches in front of my face. I couldn’t make out any features. But it seemed like the ghost of a person was right in front of me stopping me from going to help. It was gone as quickly as it appeared.

Submitted by J. Brown