I walk up to the mini table I have next to my loft beds ladder only to see a Young Man in a military uniform. The uniform was a deep shade of a particular green. He was wearing a hat that matched as well. The hat and the jacket worn had several gold and colored pins. I began to speak with him
"Hi my name is Ecca, what's your name?".
"The names Joseph"
"So, are you from world war 2? Your uniform reminds me of it" I ask
"Why yes actually.... I died during the war" he replies instantly.
"Awe, I'm sorry to hear that. That's cool though. You were a WW2 Vet. Was it worth it?" I ask.
"Well, not exactly. Many of us died. I lost many good friends being killed in front of me. Death is not worth it for "peace".
I stood there in silence, staring at his face and details.
"How old are you?" I question.
"I died when I was 22 years old" he replies once more.
I thought about how young he was when he died. Too young. I had a feeling he left behind a lover and some family because of the war.
"Well then, what brings you to my room?"
"Oh, uh... It's safe in here. And there are others I can talk too. " He tells me.
I nod in agreement.
Here is the spooky part about this, I look up WW2 uniforms because I did not know what they really looked like. That guy was wearing the same jacket, and everything. Just like the picture you see that I post on here. Thats awesome.