English Original
Ever since I can remember, I have been sensitive. So it should've been no surprise to me, the events that would take place in my early twenties.
I am in the military, and because this incident took place on a military installation, I cannot identify specific locations.
I was 21, fresh out of boot camp and well into the final stages of technical training to become an avionics specialist. I was naturally distracted by my goals and not in touch with my normal sense of intuition.
We had just been assigned a class on the midnight shift when it started happening. At first, I chalked it up to nerves and adjusting to a new sleep schedule. About two weeks in, I was finally acclimated. Our schoolhouse was in what used to be an old training hospital during WWII, the Korean War, and Vietnam. The building was shaped like an 'H'.
The floors were concrete linoleum. Instead of stairs, there were two gurney ramps per floor. One night during cleanup duty, I got curious about the top floor. From the outside, it looked like three stories. I climbed the ramps alone.
I climbed what felt like seven identical floors. Staring up the next ramp into blackness, I decided to turn back. I returned to find my classmates staring. They said they had called me numerous times and even looked for me, but I never heard them. No one believed my story.
After those two weeks, I became more aware. I started feeling uncomfortable in the bathroom, my eyes always drawn to a 2x2 foot air vent, feeling watched from the gloom.
One night, after using the latrine, I stopped on the first floor—our original classroom, nicknamed the 'meat locker' for its coldness. I noticed a flickering fluorescent light at the hall's end. It went out, then the light in front of it flicked off, and this pattern repeated rapidly down the hall toward me. The terrifying part was the racing shadow on the floor, like an impenetrable black mass charging me. Filled with inexplicable horror, I turned to run down the ramp but was shoved hard by something. I tumbled down, managed to spring to my feet, and kept running. Passing two big shut doors, a sudden realization hit me: the basement was the morgue, and this first floor with red linoleum was the operating wing.
In the following weeks, I saw many ghosts—mostly nurses and doctors—usually when I was alone.
The only time I was truly scared was on that red-linoleum floor about a week before graduation. I felt an overwhelming animosity. Finally, I saw him: a handsome, angry, dead soldier in a green Army Air Corps uniform. He stared holes into me. I don't know why he chose me, but I'll never forget that moment.
We graduated shortly after. As we marched away, I turned to look at the schoolhouse. There he was, in the first-floor window, just staring. I haven't thought much about him since, but I'm sure we'll meet again if I return as an instructor.
中文翻译
从我记事起，我就很敏感。因此，对于二十岁出头时发生在我身上的事，我并不感到意外。
我在军队服役，由于此事发生在一个军事设施内，我无法透露具体地点。
当时我21岁，刚离开新兵训练营，正处于成为航空电子专家的技术培训最后阶段。我专注于自己的目标，无暇顾及平常的直觉。
事情开始发生时，我们刚被安排上夜班课。起初，我以为是紧张和适应新作息所致。大约两周后，我终于适应了。我们的校舍曾是二战、朝鲜战争和越南战争时期的旧训练医院。这栋建筑呈'H'形。
地板是水泥油毡。没有楼梯，每层有两个互成180度的轮床斜坡。一天晚上做大扫除时，我对顶楼感到好奇。从外面看，它像有三层。我独自爬上了斜坡。
我爬了感觉像是七层一模一样的楼。望着下一个通向黑暗的斜坡，我决定返回。回去后发现同学们都盯着我。他们说喊了我很多次，甚至去找过我，但我根本没听见。没人相信我的话。
那两周过后，我变得更为警觉。我开始在浴室感到不适，目光总被墙上一个2x2英尺的通气口吸引，感觉阴暗处有东西在注视着我。
一天晚上，上完厕所后，我在一楼停了下来——这是我们原来的教室，因其寒冷被戏称为'冷柜'。我注意到大厅尽头出口处有一盏闪烁的荧光灯。它熄灭了，接着它前面的灯闪灭了，这种模式沿着大厅向我快速重复而来。真正可怕的是地板上疾驰的影子，像一个无法穿透的黑色物体向我冲来。充满莫名的恐惧，我转身跑下斜坡，却被什么东西狠狠推了一把。我滚了下去，设法跳起身继续跑。经过两扇紧闭的大门时，一个念头突然闪现：地下室是停尸房，而这铺着红色油毡的一楼是手术区。
接下来的几周，我见到了许多鬼魂——大多是护士和医生——通常是在我独自一人的时候。
唯一一次真正感到害怕，是在毕业前大约一周，在那铺着红色油毡的一楼。我感到一种压倒性的敌意。最后，我看到了他：一名英俊、愤怒、已故的士兵，穿着绿色陆军航空队制服。他死死地盯着我。我不知道他为何选择我，但我永远不会忘记那一刻。
不久后我们毕业了。列队离开时，我回头望向校舍。他就在那里，在一楼的窗户里，只是凝视着。此后我没怎么想起过他，但我确信，如果我回去当教官，我们会再见面的。