At one time we lived across the street from the Army garrison on East Reserve Street. In those days, the garrison was enclosed with a 6-foot wire fence. East Reserve Street ran about a mile along this fence. Trees and underbrush grew quite thick inside most of this fence.
It was getting close to Halloween and people along this street started complaining about weird noises coming from across the street early in the morning, usually just before daybreak. When they would go out to investigate, they would sometimes see something white disappearing through the trees.
Being the right time of year, the soldiers were suspected. In a standing army there are always a few soldiers who get bored and try to liven up the community. People who lived along the fence had been blaming them and complaining to the U.S. Army about the eerie noises. By the time officers arrived to investigate there was never anything there.
My older sister had heard the noise and seen something white moving through the underbrush from her bedroom window one morning. It really scared her. She would no longer go outside alone at night. We still had those little buildings outside with the crescent on the door — outhouses — and no phone.
