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   Sandy P  |  March 25, 2015 at 1:37 pm

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   I am now 56. I grew up on Blue Ash Dr near Fort Sam Houston and my brother and I always played up and down Salado Creek, even venturing onto the base, somewhere we were not supposed to be, but we loved to be. The areas along the creek were not nearly as developed as they are now and we explored tiny “caves” and paths through the woods. On more than one occasion,usually at dusk, we would hear voices and laughter and shadows rushing by were not uncommon. On rare occasions I heard music, like music from an old radio. I never felt afraid as long as my brother was near, but when he left me one evening to retrieve his fishing pole that he had left behind, I was alone with the sun going down quickly and I saw a little girl. She was younger than me, maybe 5 or 6 years old. I was around 10 at the time. I could see through her. I was a little afraid, but because my father has always taught me to respect any spirit I see or hear, I asked her if she was lost. She giggled and disappeared. My brother came running up with his fishing pole as asked me if I had heard small feet running through the woods with a sound of giggling. I never told anyone because I was afraid of being told it was only my imagination. Years later my father told me he had heard stories of voices and a giggly girl, in particular, in that area. That’s when I first shared my story. I had also seen shadows walk through the walls and windows of some of the buildings. We moved to Houston when I was 13. To be honest, I have always missed my “friends” at Fort Sam.