Many many moons ago, when mata wear shorts and I was still in the army, I was posted as a rifleman to an infantry unit. The camp which we were based in was infamous for being old and haunted, so it wasn't a surprise that a lot of us, even the ones who never had encounters before, ran into things that go bump in the night.
My first year there was actually pretty peaceful, I knew they were there, but we did not bother one another, until that morning.
My platoon was marching back from the cookhouse after breakfast that morning, when I felt a strange feeling that someone was watching me. It did not feel human, so I quietly reached out in my mind to find out where it was, and hopefully what it was. The feedback gave me a general direction, and I looked up towards the second floor corridor of our bunks.
There, standing near the end of the corridor, right outside the door of our spec bunk, was a misty, dirty green figure that was slowly fading with the morning light. I could feel it staring back at me with an icy cold glare, as I was trying to get a better view of its blurry shape. Suddenly, I could feel it smiling at me.
The shock of feeling it's smile made me look down in a hurry, anyone with experience in the area will tell you that any form of expressions from otherworlders is a bad sign. I throw a few basic shields up to cut our connection, but I could still feel the icy smile bearing down on me as we marched closer and closer to the block.
Fortunately, by the time my platoon climbed up to our floor, the entity was gone. A few nights later, however, the whole rifleman bunk closest to the spec bunk had an encounter. 12 out of 13 guys in that bunk hear an entity laugh and cry in their bunk for most of the night. But that's another story, and I will end this one here.
