Mysterious, Floating, Black-Clad Figure Spotted at Clark Memorial, Vincennes


From: WYODOC69@uwyo.edu
Date: 10/05/2004
Subject: A Ghost Story

Back before I joined the Navy in 98, I was a student  at VU. And I'm sure you've heard some pretty whacked stories about the GRC  Memorial. But mine still sometimes haunts me to this day. I've seen some pretty  whacked stuff when I was a student at VU, but geeze this one takes the cake. Me  and some friends were hanging around on the lawn there at the GRC one night in  the Spring back in 98. Don't remember what day it was exactly, but it was  spring. We watched this figure dressed all in black move through the other  people, it seemed as if it's feet were not touching the ground, as if it was  gliding across the grass. People it passed didn't seem to notice it, but me (being half Native American) and three friends did.

Curious as I was at that  time, I coersed my friends into following it. The whole time we followed  it a bad feeling became worse and worse in the pit of my stomach. The closer we  got, the figure was clearer, something around 6ft tall, thin and built like a  man.The figure took a seat on the wall there near the statue of Francis Vigo, my  friends and I walked over to it, me being the ballsy one of the group called  out, "Hey buddy! How goes it?" The cloaked head whipped around to look at me and  my friends, and I will never forget how my heart stopped in that moment. The  face that stared at me was blood red, the eyes burned a bright emerald green. It  was not human, it was not a mask.

 My friends screamed, the figure jumped over  the wall, but there was no splashing sound into the river, nor muddy footprints  in the mud below. The figure had jumped over the wall and was just  gone. My friends called the cops, as we attempted to track  whatever it was. The cops couldn't even find it, nor could we. Other people it  had walked past didn't recall seeing it. The cops thought we were all drunk or  high, but tests proved we weren't.

To this day, whenever I think about that  night I shiver. I don't know what it was, other than an evil spirit, a kah, as  my father would call it. Vincennes is the most haunted town in Indiana if you  ask me. I've seen and heard things all over that town that can't be explained,  but this story is the one that haunts me the most. Now as a student at  University of Wyoming, I will tell the story at the dorm's Halloween party, just  for kicks.

Angie Weaver