World War II Ghost Story
Posted by LOTGK on October 12, 2007
This is a ghost story that my father told me when he was a soldier in World War II. Dad was a Corporal in General Patton’s army. As they were marching their way across Europe on one particular day, Dad and one of his best friends, (We’ll call him Sweeney) got separated from their unit during some heavy exchanges with the Germans. The unit was scattered as they sought cover from incoming shelling. When it was over, they could not find the way back to their unit.
As darkness settled in, a steady rain began to fall and they decided to hole up in one of the many abandoned bombed out buildings scattered along the road. They came to this one building, (Dad described it as looking like a mini castle.) They both ducked in out of the rain to rest. They would continue their search for their unit when the light of dawn came. Both men did a quick inspection of the place to verify that they were alone. There was scattered furniture, broken crates, boxes, and simple clutter on the floor. There were huge holes in the walls and ceiling where bombs had hit their target. The only thing that wasn’t completely destroyed was an old pipe organ leaning in the corner of the room.
As they opened their food rations they heard a sound coming from where the organ was. Dad went over to investigate. Nothing was out of the ordinary. They chalked it up to their imagination. As they sat back down, this time they knew they heard a sound. It was the damn organ playing. Dad and Sweeney went over to the organ and saw the keys moving up and down and heard the music playing. Sweeney thought at first that it was a player piano type organ but upon further inspection, they noticed that there were no guts to the organ, as the insides of the wood cabinet had been shredded to bits. There was no way that organ could be playing. Yet, there they were, listening and watching the organ play on.
Dad looked at Sweeney, and Sweeney looked at Dad, and after a few more bars played on the organ, Sweeney said he was getting the hell out of there. Sweeney said that it was a ghost and that the ghost didn’t want them in his building. Both ran out of the building and down the road and several minutes later ran right into their unit.
The Captain said that both men were extremely lucky that they found the unit. The unit had switched course and was heading in a more Northern direction. If they would have waited till morning as planned, the unit would have been long gone. Dad and Sweeney would have been left behind enemy lines and more than likely captured. Dad again looked at Sweeney knowing that the ghost that was at the organ playing that strange melody had saved their lives by making them leave at night instead of at dawn.
LURKING ON THE GRASSY KNOLL