Our family bought an old house built around 1890 in New England, Connecticut with around 30 acres with it. At the end of the property was an old graveyard with stone walls around it. People said it was where the British soldiers from 1776 were buried.
I would walk to work and quickly go through the graveyard as a shortcut, which was only 20 minutes from our home.
Early January came and brought snow. I was working until 10 p.m. in the evening, and after work a friend and I had to walk home. I said I knew a shortcut that would be less time. The temperature was in the 20s, so my best friend and I ran down the street and climbed the walls of the graveyard, knowing we were 20 minutes from our home.
My friend said, "Keep the center path." We could see the full moon as we jumped of the wall and started to walk. The winter wind blew and the shadows of the trees could be seen under the moonlight. We heard a whistling and my friend asked if it was me, and I said "no."
Then we saw by one of the old tombstones was a British solider cleaning his boots! We thought it was someone playing a joke. As we got near, we yelled and said "stop joking," and without warning it vanished into thin air.
We dropped everything and ran the rest of the way home. By the time we got there, we were out of breath and our hair was standing on end. I realized I had lost my eyeglasses.
When we told our families what had happened, my mother said it was not true and we would look for my glasses the next day. My mother, my friend and I put on winter coats to go look. We went through the graveyard where were the night before... and my knapsack and my glasses were on the tombstone!
My friend said I had dropped them by the gate at the foot of the path and the tomb was 70 yards away.
The next thing that scared us was when my mother and I were sitting in the parlor and a knock was heard at the door. A person dressed in a British soldier's uniform walked and asked my mother if her son had found his things. He then turned around and walked through the front door.
My mother turned pale as she could not believe it. I told her we saw him in the graveyard polishing his boots. We found out that part of our house was on land where wounded British soldiers were taken care of during the Revolutionary War.