Stakeid: FabioP15
"Small Plane on a big Field"
I was walking trough a field with my cousins back in the day. Months ago two men died on a small plane crash in the same field.
We came across a small altar on remembrance of the two people that died on that field, a small wooden cross on a table. I was about to touch the cross when a big gust of wind hit us and the horizontal part of the cross came apart. We ran away instantly, I dont know if I was thinking things at that point, but between the screaming I could heard a voice that wasn;t coming from any of my cousins.
We eventually came back where we came from but that experience sticks with me to this day