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Antimony
I used to be stationed at F.E. Warren Air Force Base, Cheyanne Wyoming (SAC Minuteman missile base). To give you a brief back story, the base was
built in 1867, It used to be a cavalry fort. I have two true stories which happened to me personally, but I’ll just tell you about one of them
today. One night while returning with my Wife to our house on base; from visiting friends, we walked in the house, my Wife sat on the sofa in the
living room, and I went to turn the heater up. After adjusting the thermostat, I turned around, started walking towards where my Wife sat, and a dress
came at me and through me. I tried to hit it with the jacket I was holding, but it went right through. As soon as it passed through me, I looked back
and it was gone. I hadn’t had any alcohol to drink, and I wasn’t sleepy, so I was in my right mind when I say this. This happened in 1983, so it
was a long time ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday. The dress was one of those bell-shaped dresses that woman wore in the 1800’s. It was
sort of a tan or beige color, I could see layers of lace going around the dress. It had short sleeves that were puffy at the end. As soon as this
happened, I started to shake, and I couldn’t stop the tears. I just stared at my wife and crying like a baby.
She asked me what was wrong, but I couldn’t talk, no words would come out. She started laughing because she thought I was messing with her. When I
was finally able to utter some tremulous words, I told her what had happened, and asked if she’d seen anything. She laughed again, and said, “I
didn’t see anything”, and one of the living room lamps shut off and on. It had one of those little nobs that you have to turn in order to turn the
light off and on, so you hear the clicking sound at the end. She started screaming and crying after she saw and heard the light, and I asked her
again, “did you see anything”? and she said no, and the light did it again. That night we left our house and went to a friend’s house off base.
After telling my friend and his Wife the story, he suggested that I call the base Chaplain; to see if he can bless the house or something. I called
the Chaplain and he said that he would see me at my house the following day. When he got to my house the next day, he asked me to relate to him again,
what had happened to me. Unbeknownst to me, the Chaplain had spoken with the Bases Catholic priest and told him to go to my house.
When the priest showed up, he sprinkled holly water in every room. I’m not Catholic, but I was so freaked out that I didn’t care if they flew in a
witch doctor from Haiti to take care of this thing. After the priest left, he tried to start his brand-new Cadillac which he had just bought. The car
wouldn’t start, so a few other people in the neighborhood tried to help him, but the car still didn’t start or even make a sound. They ended up
pushing the car to a neighbor’s house a couple of houses down, because the neighbor had a battery charger and thought he could get the car started.
Before they put the charger on the battery, the priest tried starting the car again and it started. I didn’t know anything about all this with the
car until the next day when I went to my command building and was told the story. They offered me another house on base if I wanted to move, but I
turned it down because to move out of a base house you had to perform a thorough cleaning. After the cleaning the house gets inspected, and it’s
extremely difficult to pass that inspection, you usually had to hire a company that does that professionally. I would also have to move off base so I
would have to wait until another house was available, which normally took months. The reason the military was so cooperative was that what happened to
me was a common occurrence on that base. I didn’t know any of this at the time, but while at my office; I was regaled with story after story about
the happenings on the base.