Once when I was little, I saw the ghost of a Japanese soldier. It almost dark and we were playing hide and seek at one of our friend's house. His house was very isolated and it had this long dirt driveway leading up to the house. There was tall grass on the sides of the road and that's where my other friend and I were hiding. I got up to peek and that when I saw him, the Japanese soldier. He had some kind of stick in his hand. He lifted it up and then brought it down on something in the grass. No one else saw this but later, one of our friends said that something fell out nowhere and hit him on the head when he was hiding in the grass. It was the very spot I saw the Japanese soldier. No one believed me. They say it was too dark to see anything. I think they were too scared of the possibility of a ghost.
