Jake

Although he was too far away for me to make out his face, I saw on his left side some kind of black charcoal substance, trickling down his left shoulder. Once my tired eyes better adjust to this stranger, standing only fifty feet away from me, I realize what the dark substance is. It was a horrific burn mark, like he'd been badly scorched.

Although he was too far away for me to make out his face, I saw on his left side some kind of black charcoal substance, trickling down his left shoulder. Once my tired eyes better adjust to this stranger, standing only fifty feet away from me, I realize what the dark substance is. It was a horrific burn mark, like he'd been badly scorched.

What's worse, I then noticed on the scorched side of his head, where his ear should have been, It was, it was hollow. Although I hadn't picked up on it at first, I then realized his tattered green clothes. They were not just jungle clothes. The clothes he was wearing, it was the same color of green that American soldiers wore in Vietnam, all the way back in the 60s.

What's worse, I then noticed on the scorched side of his head, where his ear should have been, It was, it was hollow. Although I hadn't picked up on it at first, I then realized his tattered green clothes. They were not just jungle clothes. The clothes he was wearing, it was the same color of green that American soldiers wore in Vietnam, all the way back in the 60s.

Telling myself I must be seeing things, I try and snap myself out of it. I rub my eyes extremely hard, and I even look away and back at him, assuming he would just disappear. But there he still was, staring at me, and not knowing what to do, or even what to say. I just continue to stare back at him, before he says to me words I will never forget.

Telling myself I must be seeing things, I try and snap myself out of it. I rub my eyes extremely hard, and I even look away and back at him, assuming he would just disappear. But there he still was, staring at me, and not knowing what to do, or even what to say. I just continue to stare back at him, before he says to me words I will never forget.

The young man says to me, in clear, audible words, "'Careful, miss. Charlie's everywhere.'" Only seconds after he said these words to me in the blink of an eye, almost as soon as he appeared, the young man was gone. What just happened? What? Did I hallucinate? Was I just dreaming? There was no possible way I could have seen what I saw. He was like a... ghost.

The young man says to me, in clear, audible words, "'Careful, miss. Charlie's everywhere.'" Only seconds after he said these words to me in the blink of an eye, almost as soon as he appeared, the young man was gone. What just happened? What? Did I hallucinate? Was I just dreaming? There was no possible way I could have seen what I saw. He was like a... ghost.

Once it happened, I remember feeling completely numb all over my body. I couldn't feel my legs or the ends of my fingers. I felt like I wanted to cry, but not because I was scared, but because I suddenly felt sad, and I didn't really know why. For the last few years, I learned not to believe something unless I see it with my own eyes, but I didn't even know what it was I saw.

Once it happened, I remember feeling completely numb all over my body. I couldn't feel my legs or the ends of my fingers. I felt like I wanted to cry, but not because I was scared, but because I suddenly felt sad, and I didn't really know why. For the last few years, I learned not to believe something unless I see it with my own eyes, but I didn't even know what it was I saw.

Although my first instinct was to tell someone once the others were out of their tents, I chose to keep what happened to myself. I just didn't want to face the ridicule for the others to look at me like I was insane. I didn't even tell Aaron or Sophie, and they believed every fairy tale under the sun. But I think everyone knew something was up with me. I mean, I was shaking.

Although my first instinct was to tell someone once the others were out of their tents, I chose to keep what happened to myself. I just didn't want to face the ridicule for the others to look at me like I was insane. I didn't even tell Aaron or Sophie, and they believed every fairy tale under the sun. But I think everyone knew something was up with me. I mean, I was shaking.

I couldn't even finish my breakfast. Haley said I looked extremely pale and wondered if I was sick. Although I was in good health, physically anyway, Haley and the others were worried. I really mustn't have looked good, because fearing I may have contracted something from a mosquito bite, they were willing to ditch the expedition and take me back to Sea of Promise.

I couldn't even finish my breakfast. Haley said I looked extremely pale and wondered if I was sick. Although I was in good health, physically anyway, Haley and the others were worried. I really mustn't have looked good, because fearing I may have contracted something from a mosquito bite, they were willing to ditch the expedition and take me back to Sea of Promise.

Touched by how much they were looking out for me, I insisted I was fine, and that it wasn't anything more than a stomach bug. After breakfast that morning, we pack up our tents and continue to follow along the trail. Everything was the same as the day before. We kept following the trail and occasionally stopped to document and film.

Touched by how much they were looking out for me, I insisted I was fine, and that it wasn't anything more than a stomach bug. After breakfast that morning, we pack up our tents and continue to follow along the trail. Everything was the same as the day before. We kept following the trail and occasionally stopped to document and film.

Even though I convinced myself that what I saw must have been a hallucination, I could not stop replaying the words in my head. Careful, miss. Charlie's everywhere. There it was again. Charlie. Who is Charlie? Feeling like I needed to know, I asked Chris what he meant by, keep a lookout for Charlie.

Even though I convinced myself that what I saw must have been a hallucination, I could not stop replaying the words in my head. Careful, miss. Charlie's everywhere. There it was again. Charlie. Who is Charlie? Feeling like I needed to know, I asked Chris what he meant by, keep a lookout for Charlie.

Chris said in the Vietnam War movies he'd watched, that's what the American soldiers always called the enemy. What if I wasn't hallucinating after all? Maybe what I saw really was a ghost. The ghost of an American soldier who died in the war, and believing the enemy was still lurking in the jungle somewhere. He was trying to warn me. But what if he wasn't?

Chris said in the Vietnam War movies he'd watched, that's what the American soldiers always called the enemy. What if I wasn't hallucinating after all? Maybe what I saw really was a ghost. The ghost of an American soldier who died in the war, and believing the enemy was still lurking in the jungle somewhere. He was trying to warn me. But what if he wasn't?