100 Ghost Stories Counting Down To Halloween! 19 Nights Left! "The Edge Of Lowrey"

I’ll never forget the night my room mates and I caught some weird guy standing outside our window. We live right on the edge of Manoa park so the three of us ended up chasing this guy across the field. It was an older guy in his mid to late fifties, thinning white hair, pajama shorts and a wife beater shirt. He was portly and barefoot but he out distanced us with no problem; what was more frustrating is that the bastard actually slowed down a bit in order to let us catch up with him. This guy had thirty years over us and we couldn’t close the distance, but that wasn’t all. He had no feet below his knees, it just faded out, there was nothing there. Literally, we were chasing someone who floated across the open field.