After my sister got married to her first
husband, she and he moved to an island planted right in the middle of the Mississippi river. For anyone that’s never been to the Mississippi river, it’s BIG! The river was wide on both
sides of the island, and the island itself was about 8 miles wide. I went there
once with my mother and brother, to visit Sharon during Christmas time. We took a ferry
across the river to the island, and then had to ride on a trailer pulled by an
old farm tractor just to get to my sister’s house.
The island where she and James lived was
used by a hunting club. My sister and her husband lived in a shack next to the
dining facility for the hunting club, and they had only one other neighbor on
the entire island, who lived a few miles away. The place was completely
isolated.
I never saw anything out of the ordinary
when I was there, but my sister certainly did. She said that she thought the
island might have been used as a military outpost during the Civil War. Many
battles had been fought throughout the region, and countless numbers of
soldiers had undoubtedly been killed there. Musket balls could be found in some
of the trees on the island.
With that in mind, she said that one day
while she and James were having a picnic they heard an enormous explosion that
shook the ground. Their neighbor didn’t have anything to do with it. They never
did find out what it was. This was a relatively tame incident, however, when
compared to the man in a blue uniform that waltzed into their living room.
It was dark, and there was a snowstorm
outside; mud was thick on the ground. Sharon was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner. James
was sitting on the living room couch cleaning his rifle. He had it broken down
into its various components, and was madly working away on it when suddenly the
front door opened up. By the time he looked up, a man dressed in a blue military
uniform had walked through the front door and right into the center of the
living room. He paused and looked around inspecting the premises, then cupping
his jaw, peered at James with a sideways glance.
Aside from the unusual uniform, he looked
like a normal human being, just as real and solid as anyone. He was a white
male with blond hair and blue eyes. Oddly, he appeared to recognize the fact
that something wasn’t right. When he came to this realization, he then squared
his gaze at James, and with an impish expression of “Oopse,” smiled, quaintly
waved at James while raising an eyebrow, then proceeded to turn around and walk
right back outside.
James was pale with astonishment. Sharon peeked around the corner from the kitchen just in time to
see the man’s boot pass through the front door and then close the door.
Knowing that they were the only ones on
the island aside from a reclusive neighbor, and also knowing the futility of
running around on the island, especially during a snow storm–in the dark, they
wanted to know who in the world that was! Sharon turned to James. He looked as if he’d
just had a frontal lobotomy.
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John Milor is an author of several books, and radio talk show guest for numerous programs, including the Art Bell show. His interest in understanding paranormal phenomenon began at the age of five after hearing his great grandmother’s tale of seeing a UFO hovering over the plains of Kentucky during broad daylight, shortly following the turn of the century. This story, as well as numerous otherworldly encounters of his own, fueled his quest of the unknown. His life literally became an episode of the X-Files on a number of occasions, when he reached the age of twenty one, and was visited by none other than Jesus Christ, in a vision. Since that time, Milor has become a born again Christian, yet continues to investigate paranormal phenomenon, now with a Bible in one hand, and research documentation in the other hand. John has earned two Associates degrees and a Bachelor degree in Business, and works as a Master Sergeant in the Air National Guard. He lives with his family in Fresno, California. All are invited to visit his website to read all his books; they are posted online in their entirety for free reading: 
