Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1998 21:01:58 -0700 (PDT)
In the fall of 1980, I was working a job where I worked three different shifts throughout the week: Sun/Mon 4pm-12am, Thu/Fri 12am-8am and Sat 8am-4pm. This particular night was Thursday. It was around ten pm and I was getting ready for work, having just stepped out of the bathtub. The night wasn’t cool yet so I had the bathroom window open. I was living in the country six miles from the nearest town, and the nearest neighbor was about a quarter mile away. My mother was at the back of the house, watching the nightly news, waiting to send me off to work. She was about four rooms back along the house, and all outside doors from the family room were shut. As I was just finishing toweling off, I heard the distinct sound of horses’ hooves on gravel *our driveway was gravel*, and since our outside light was on, I leaned into the window and looked out. There was no horse, no cow, no hooved animal of any type. Quickly putting some clothes on, I came out of the bathroom and m! ! et my mother coming through the dining room enroute to the front door. She said she’d heard something outside and wanted to see what it was. I asked her what she’d heard and she said it sounded like a horse coming into the driveway. I walked out onto the porch, then out into the drive and found nothing there, and no evidence of any horse in the dirt. My mother had lived in that house for fifty years, and the rest of my family lived there for nearly thirty. There were other things that happened there, but none like this. This was the only time that I’ve ever heard anything like that at this location.
Date: Tue, 20 Oct 1998 17:05:25 -0700 (PDT)
story This is another apartment story. My boyfriend( now my husband) moved into an old apartment, circa 1908, just outside of Chicago in 1993. Before I go any further, let me state that my husband and I never believed in anything that we could not touch, taste, smell, well you get the picture. Anyway, so about 2 weeks after we move in, the doorbell started ringing, all hours of the day and night. The weird thing is that our apartment directly overlooked the front door and there would never be anyone there. After about a month of this, the microwave started. It would beep, incessantly, the number 7. This would also happen at all times of the day and night. It got so bad one day, that I actually yelled at it. It then beeped for an hour straight. I had to unplug it. This also went on for about a month.
At this point, my husband and I were starting to get a little freaked, still not able to admit that this was anything paranormal, we took apart the bell and the microwave. At this juncture, the telephone would act up. It would ring and there would be no one there. We had caller ID and nothing would register. Simultaneously, we would be hearing keys jingling outside out door, like one of was home. This only happened when one of was alone.There were also incidents with the shades of the apartment. I would put them up and we would get home and they were down.
In July of 1997, we got engaged. Everything suddenly stopped. We never had anymore strange incidents again! My husband and I are both physicians and tend to be very logical people, but we could not explain anything that happened to us.Hope you find this interesting, every word of it is true!!
Date: Wed, 21 Oct 1998 16:20:30 -0700 (PDT)
yourname Russell Healy
story This is a story of a local legend on campus around here. I personaly have not seen this, but have talked to SCORES of people who swear of it.
I attend Valley Forge Military Academy and College, an old classic military school in Wayne, PA. This place is obviously very stressfull, more so for the younger kids than for the college students. Children in grade 7 are admitted here, and to put a child of that age in this kind of enviroment is just cruel. It can be too much for some of them are there have been numourous suicuide attempts on campus.
Well apartently, two young kids in the same company killed themselves on the same night. We don’t know if this was a planned thing or what. There are plenty of stories of that barracks being haunted those are probably not true.
When someone screws up here, they are given “tours”. A tour is one hour of marching on the main area, in large rectangles. Major offensives are given punishment of 100’s of tours and are perfomed in full dress uniform, very uncomfortalbe to say the least.
Well aparently, these two kids who killed themselves can be seen marching tours around midnight or other times late a night, in full dress, and one of them calling cadance. Plently of people have said they have seen these ghosts, and even more people have heard, including myself have heard the cadets out on main area at night calling cadence. For those of you that don’t know, calling cadence is the tradional army “left right left right” to stay in step.
To be honsent, I hope I never see the ghosts, that crap scares the hell out of me enough when I hear the cadances! I get really creeped out sometimes if I go running early in the morning alone in the dark around main area. I can’t describe it, I just all of a sudden feel very afraid.
If have any details about this story (any VFMAC almuni out there) please let me know.
Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 07:55:05 -0700 (PDT)
I had just walked over to my neighbor’s house to go to a small party she was holding for the neighborhood. It was 8:13 when i arrived. 10 minutes later, We watched a huge dump truck drive into the woods behind her house. We didn’t think anything was going on back there, so we checked it out. We walked into the woods, expecting to see a house being built, but there was nothing there, not even the truck! We walked back to her house, still wondering what was going on. Less than 15 minutes later, we heard a scream and an explosion. Everyone ran outside to see what had happened. We ran back to where we were before, where we had seen the explosion. There was absolutly nothing there!! Nothing even remotly close to there!! That same thing has been happening every year now on the same date.This has been going on for the past 4 years. We also seem to have a ghost train near the same spot. the train comes 3 times a month on the 5th, 18th, and 20th. At midnight.
Date: Fri, 23 Oct 1998 21:29:48 -0700 (PDT)
To: email@example.com address anonymous
story Shortly after my husband Gary and I were married, we bought used furniture to be refinished in the basement of my his aunt Anne’s house, which we were told that there was a ghost in her house. After we arrived at his aunt’s house in the middle of the afternoon no one was home, his aunt and uncle were both at work so we started to unload the furniture from the car to bring downstairs to be stored until we were able to come back on the weekend to start refinishing.
While Gary was outside unloading, I had started bringing the smaller pieces downstairs, while I was in the basement I heard someone walking on the wooden floors above me (aunt Anne had a long hallway to the bedrooms which was right above me!) I called out to Gary thinking it was him walking around upstairs and recieved no reply, but kept hearing footsteps over head. I called out again – nothing. I left what I was doing and went to find Gary who was still outside unloading the car and asked him if he was in the house at all, he said he was outside the whole time I was downstairs. When I told him what I had heard, we locked up the house and left.
A few days later, aunt Anne invited us to dinner. The evening was spent talking and joking while we enjoyed each others company. After dinner we went into the livingroom to have our coffee and continue our conversation about their “silent border”, who for years would hide coffee mugs and other things around the house, when the basement door opened and closed all by itself! We all sat in silence, our conversation instantly cut off and just watched the door open and close.
It was a while before we returned to aunt Anne’s, the last we heard she invited a priest to come and perform an exorcism, and the “silent border” was never heard from again.
Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 11:45:45 -0700 (PDT)
story Hi, i’ve really enjoyed looking through all of the stories, it’s nice to know that I’m not crazy! Well here it goes.
I don’t really have a history of seeing things or anything, but as far back as I can rememberI always had really bad nightmares. Some were so scary that I woke up crying. They were so real, when I woke up I couldn’t tell if i was dreaming or not. And another weird thing is that i can feel pain in my dreams. Weird huh?
Well here is my story,
Every night I would go to bed and I would feel a presence of a man (and I still do), so I’d look at my closet and I’d get the feeling that I was supposed to run for my life but at the same time I felt so safe and couldn’t bring myself to run. I’d just lay there looking at the shadowy figure staring back at me, and I’d fall asleep looking at him, wandering who he was and what he was doing in my room.
I told my dad and he wanted to know what the man looked like. I told him he was about 6’3 and had broad shoulders. He said that his grandfather fit the description, my dad said that my great grandpa dies when he was in his eighties. It was his birthday, and every year on his birthday he would get his hair cut, so he decided that he wanted to get his hair cut, my grandpa took him into town and dropped him off at the barber shop and left to run some errands, my great grandpa was in good health and still active, he was in his early to min eighties. So, he was waiting for his haircut, sitting on the bench, and he died, just sitting on the couch waiting to get his hair cut, I think he had a stroke or something.
I think that the man i see every night is my great grandpa, but I’m not sure.
If anyone can help me find out who he is, feel free to e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Thanx for taking time to read my story.
Date: Sat, 24 Oct 1998 16:45:45 -0700 (PDT)
story My entire life, I have always been sensitive to supernatural happenings. What happened to me just confirms that!
About 2 years ago around June or July, a former friend and I were walking in the woods that are by my house. There are rumors in our small town that there is the ghost of a mentally ill man in these woods, but as far as I know, that’s only a rumor. We were just kind of goofing around as we were walking through, and the last thing we were thinking about were ghosts. Even when I got a bad feeling, I didn’t think much of it. But the deeper into the woods we got, the worse the feeling got. It got strange when my friend said, “We should get out of the woods. I have the worst feeling”. This was weird because this was my same feeling! Yet it was only about 1:30pm, and I was in no hurry to get back, so I said, “lets go a little farther”.
For some reason, my friend and I just stopped walking at the same time. All of the sudden, we heard some leaves crunch like someone was stepping on them. My friend and I looked at each other. We heard this sound again. When we looked up, there was this white shape in front of us. It appeared for about 3 or 4 seconds, and then vanished. We ran out of the woods screaming. When we got to my house, we told my brother and his friend what happened, but they didn’t believe us and thought we were making it up.
I am not afraid of what happened and go to these woods often, but I have never seen anything weird since. I swear this story is true.
Date: Tue, 27 Oct 1998 17:48:17 -0800 (PST)
yourname K. Campbell
I know that most ghost stories are not first hand experiences. People have a tendancy to always know someone who saw something but very few people have actually had a strange experience. This is the case with me. I do, however, know for a fact that this is not a fictional story so I will still send it to you tonight. Several years ago my aunt was asleep one evening when she was woke up by a terrible rage of growling, barking and screeching coming from in front of her house. When she looked outside she literally witnessed three dogs tearing her cat of fifteen years to shreds. By the time she could get outside to her cat the dogs had already torn the poor animal limb from limb. My aunt loved this cat very much and went into a deep mourning for the loss of her cat. Her husband buried the cat outside of her bedrrom window and they eventually trudged on after several very sad days. I can remember my mother several times having to go over to my aunts house and comfort ! ! her during that difficult week. On the seventh day my aunt came home and her cat was standing in front of her house. In absolute fear she approached it and inspected the animal. It was definitely her cat and it folled her inside, and and went to sleep. The logical conclusion to this story is that the cat out front was not my aunts cat. Of course, my aunts cat had never disappeared before or since for any period of time, and it was gone for seven days from the night. This may not sound like a scary story to you but my entire family had the creeps for a long time because of it.
(p.s. My aunt decided not to dig up the other cat for fear that it might not be there!)
Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 05:29:24 -0800 (PST)
story When I 14 years old, I had a few friends over for a slumber party. As was typical for teenage girls we decided to have a seance. We gathered around a candle in the basement of our house and tried to conjure up “spirits”. Well we really had no luck and my mom had just gotten dinner for us. We decided to put out the flame of the candle for safety’s sake since my parents basement wasn’t completely finished yet. We were having our seance in the bathroom since it was the most finished of the rooms. I put out the candle myself by licking my fingers and dousing the flame. We all saw the soke rise and made sure it was out. After all my mom would never let me have another slumber party if I burned the house down.
After dinner we all went back downstairs to talk. My friend that started the seance and I walked into the bathroom because we noticed that the light was on. We were all in kind of a spooky mood and that basement was sort of scary with all of the shadows. Well the light wasn’t on but that candle was burning. The flame was about 10 inches long and floating above the wick by three inces or so. I was scared silly since I knew that I had put out that flame. My friend threw the candle into the sink and turned on the water. I don’t remember getting much sllep that night but I do remember we never tried having a seance again.
Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 13:26:24 -0800 (PST)
story I had a calico cat named Nicely for 18yrs. We had to put her to sleep (old age), in the summer of 1986.
I was heartbroken, I cried myself to sllep for weeks! I even slept with the towel that I had bruoght her to the hospital in. Well my mother thought I should grive before getting another cat… I didn’t want to replace Nicely I just didn’t want to feel the “missing” (if you know what I mean.).
Well, being so misirable my mother had given into getting another cat. We went to the ASPCA, and found a all white kitten with blue eyes. She had a lot of spunk! I was perposely wanting one that looked nothing like Nicely. All was well… Untill 3 weeks the cat was gone?! We couldn’t find her anywhere (I mean we looked everywhere!!!) We made flyers and put them up in the building and the street. No sign or word of her. I was devastated!
After some time, we went back to the ASPCA and I found and all black kitten, she was cute and liked to lick me. Make a long story short, same thing happened 3 weeks later! (My mom to this day will not believe it happened this way). Well you can image how freeked out I was, not only did I lose my Nicely now I can’t seem to hang on to any cat!
Still heartbroken I thought I would try one more time. This time I had to use another name at the ASPCA because they were wonder what I was doing.
I found the most adorible kitten! She was black with white feet and a little white in her face. She sat just like nicely did and seemed to a little act like her too. I felt a bond with the other 2 but this was different. I was not going to lose this one! 3 weeks later on a Sunday, I followed this cat everywhere! I wouldn’t let her out of my sight for a second! I wouldn’t even run out to the store for cigarettes, for fear that would be the moment she would dissapear!! I am proud to say she is a happy, healthy cat! Except for color they are twins. But if you if ask me they are too much alike – I think she is Nicely!
Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 17:29:20 -0800 (PST)
story This is a story my grandfather told me once. When I say once, I mean it. It was a while ago, and I could be elaborating on it, but only a little. If I do, I apologize. There are others, but this is one I think other people would find most interesting because there may be others who know about this. It’s about the lights in Hornet. I don’t remember if it’s Mississippi or Misourri.
At any rate, at one time my grandfather took a trip to see them. He had heard about them and wanted to see them for himself. He got there-there is apparently a field outside of town, and stood up at the road with other people who had come for the same reason. It was some time after dusk. Presently, an orange globe, like someone carrying a lantern, started bobbing along the horizon.
My grandfather decided he was going to go down and see what it was. Some other people tried to convince him not to go, but he decided he would. He walked down off the road. The feild wasn’t totally level, and he had to go down some gullys and when he got to the top of one very close to where he judged the globe to have been, it wasn’t there! He looked around, but it was no where to be seen. He walked back, and when he turned back at the road, it was back again!
This made him a little upset. Some of the people asked him what it looked like close up, and he said, “It wasn’t there, didn’t you see it dissaper and come back when I got back?” One of the others there replied, “No, it didn’t go away, it floated right around you the whole time you were there! Are you sure you didn’t see it?”
When I was told it, my grandfather swore to me that it was true. I was about five, but it was easy to tell when my grandfather was kidding me. Anyone else who was there when my grandfather was can attest to this. You have only to find them if you don’t believe me.
Date: Wed, 4 Nov 1998 12:55:30 -0800 (PST)
story This story is short but true. It happened to me when i was about 5 years old or so,my mom had asked me to go to her bedroom and get something for her. Our house is considered a decent size to ppl that visit so to a 5 year old it is huge,I remember that my grandparents were there for dinner along with my sisters and dad.Iwent to there room as i was told and i remember walking up to my mom’s make-up mirror. the mirror has 1 in front and 2 mirrors right next to them.I was always fasinated to go in there so i can see all of her make up. As i went up to the mirror i started to look around and someone said my name so i looked up expecting to see someone but as i looked up and into the mirror i saw the figure of my grandmother in the mirror. It wasn’t like a figure when you look at yourself it was more of a glowing image with just her hair and a very faint picture of her face. I was petrified. i went to get what i was told and as i was walking back to the living room through the hallway i looked and saw my shadow along with the shadow of what i saw in the mirror following me. I ran as fast as i could to the other side of the house and asked if anyone had been in the room while i was there. To my amazement they all said no and where shocked to hear my story,my little sister later told me that she to is for some reason scared to be in the house alone. Our house was the first built on the block so i knew noone else lived there prior. My parents still live there and have never had any strange experiences,but as for me i refuse to ever go in the room alone or stay there myself.
Date: Wed, 4 Nov 1998 14:53:53 -0800 (PST)
story When I was about 11 my parents decided it was time to move the family out to the country. They bought about 800 acres. On this 800 acres there was trees in a certain area and in the trees there was an old homestead, well actually it was just the foundation of an old house. The house it self no longer stood, but the concrete foundation was there. Any way it was first planned that our house would also be built in the treed area, but later it was decided to build right outside of the trees. The owners of this old homestead were a couple that had escaped from the holocaust in Germany and somehow ended up on the property. I don’t know much about this couple other than what I just said. As I was growing up I always sensed a precence. I would often go and play in the treed area but of course I never went out there after dark, and neither did my brother and sister. So at night I would sit in my house and often times I would see somebody looking in at me. It was always a woman and never the man. She never came into our home, but would just look in. I never felt that she was threating in anyway, just curious.
The man though would come into the house. I remember once I was asleep and for some reason I awoke to find this figure/shadow sitting on the edge of my bed. It was wierd because I remember I could see through him, but I didn’t feel threatened and I fell back asleep. I didn’t feel his presence in the house as often as I would feel the womans outside the house. Upon going outside I would always feel like somebody was watching me especially when I went in the treed area. We cleaned up and threw away all the would that was around the old homestead for never touched the wood on the inside. Now upon thinking back I remember that we never went into the foundation, it just seemed wierd!
Sorry this was so long!
Date: Wed, 4 Nov 1998 16:44:57 -0800 (PST)
yourname monica hong
story This story is true. It happened to my grandmother 2 years ago and it involved my uncle and my aunt. I know that this is true because my grandmother is really religous and she never lies to anyone.
My uncle had been ill for quite some time and had to have an operation that was supposedly meant to cure him of his illness. He had his operation that night, except the surgical procedure went wrong and he was even more sick then before. As my uncle rested in the hospital private ward, my aunt and my grandmother prayed to God that s/he would not take my uncle away. hours passed and my aunt eventually fell asleep, but my grandmother was still wide awake with anxiety. My grandmother could not stay still and decided to get something to eat from the vending machine down the corridoor. As she drank coffee and ate her muffin, at 1:03am she heard a distinct closing of the door of my uncle’s room and footsteps walking down to the exit. She knew that it was my uncle’s room because it was the only room in the ward. At first she thought that my aunt had gone out for a smoke, but out of nowhere a figure of my uncle walked towards her and said he came to say goodbye and he said that he l! ! oved her and his wife and everyone else in the family, but it was his time and he had to go. Naturally, my grandmother thought that he was only saying these stuff because he had been haevily sedated. Still in shick that he had recovered so quickly, she didn’t notice that he had gone. My grandmother walked back to the ward, ready to scold her daughter for leaving the room, hence enabling my uncle to walk around the hospital unsupervised. But as she entered the room, my aunt was all teary and she told her that my uncle had passed away. My grandmother was shocked and asked her at what time did he pass away, and my aunt said 1:03am, it was even written on his record that he died at 1:03am. My grandmother was startled and clearly in shock. She told my aunt what had happened and the two began to cry.
That’s all i can say, but all i told is true.
Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 17:08:19 -0800 (PST)
story My ghost story began about four years ago. My family and I moved into our new home which happens to be about one hundred years old. We were getting settled in and talking to people about our home and all the work we had to do to fix it up. It was then we heard the story of the little boy of the previous owners. He had drowned many years back. This was a little creepy to because their is a pond on our property,and I have four small children to worry about. I did some asking around and was relieved to find out that it did not happen in our pond. It was several days later that I began to notice odd things,such as our t.v. turning back on by itself and many of my kids toys being moved or played with long after they had gone to bed. I tried to explain it to myself as just being the new house. Then I met our neighbor. She was worried that there may still be an old water trough out at the barn,and was concerned for our kids.I assured her there was not anything out there. T! ! hat is when she told me the story of the little girl who had drowned in it almost one hundred years ago.She remembered the story being told to her. Ireally could not believe that there were two young children that had lived in this house and had drowned. I was a little worried now and started to pay more attention to the strange things going on in the house. I would hear toys being played with and would many times sense a presence around me. There would also be times when our dog would act crazy and chase around what seemed like nothing to me. But the most chilling part of the story was yet to happen. On March 27,1996 our 18 month old daughter wandered out of our sight while we were outside working. We began to look for her and after a few minutes I started to panic, then it was if someone or something took control of me. I ran to our pond and floating face down in the cold water was my precious baby. Iran into the water and grabbed her. She was very cold,blue,and not breathin! ! g. After I gathered my thoughts I began CPR as my husband called 911. Thank God this story has a happy ending because she came out of the ordeal perfectly healthy and normal. I still get visits from my little ghosts but I am no longer alarmed, I believe that the spirits of those other lost babies did not want to see any more drownings at this house.
Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 14:44:40 -0800 (PST)
story I was a Navy Corpsman stationed at the Naval Regional Medical Center Camp Pendelton Calf. I was there in the mid 1970s. I was assigned to the medical intensive care unit. The first patient I was charged with was a crusty old retired Naval Chief. This guy would cuss you up one side and down the other for very minor things. Well his conditioned deterioated to the point of having to be placed on a respirator. Having done this it was imposible to speak. This did not slow his anger in the least. To make a long story short he wrote to us that he would “get us back” for all the things he had to undergo. What he didnt understand was the “torture” we put him thru was thearpys of different types. Well this poor guy went thru this for about a year. I was working the night tour and at 1:30 am it was apparent he was dying. I started wrighting notes and getting the ekg machine working. We had non-resusation orders on this fellow, so I sat by his bedside to try and comfort him. At th! ! e excat time his heart stopped my pen ran out of ink, the stop clock above his bed started by its self, and the ekg machine ran out of paper. This all happened within 1-2 min. As any medical tech knows as ekg paper gets to the last 5 min (of paper) a red mark is imprinted on the roll. This roll didnt have the marks visible. I have seen LOTS of people die since as I am now a Paramedic and have never seen this type of stuff ever again.
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 15:55:14 -0800 (PST)
yourname Gavin Earsing
Ok, my friends and I lived on this Navy Base and there was this old hospital across the street. Everyone always told us it was haunted, but we didnt believe them. So to prove that we weren’t scared of ghost we went down there. The ghost was supposed to be a old man, without legs(he got them blown out in the war). There is a picture in the top of the hospital with survivors of the war and he was in it. There is no record of him being in the picture or even in the Navy. So thats who people say is downn in the basement. So we took the elevator down to the basement. As soon as we got down there we were already creeped out, because there were tons of old stuff that hadnt been used for years. All of a sudden my friend said, “hey dude look at this.” So I looked and it look like a head was peering out the side of the hall-way. We were freaked out, and we just stood there. Soon enough it disapeared and we heard a bang noise. My friend Aaron was not nezt anymore just his brother. His b! ! rother was freaking out and yealling. We heard another bang noise and an old I.V. dropped to the floor, then an old hospital wheel bed. We ran like heck and we saw him. A full figured man with a cigar in his hand and no legs in this little navy suit.He was a gleamycolor allmost see through and he scared the jeebers out of us. We ran to the stair case and the door wouldn’t open. So we ram do the elevator and it wouldn’t open. So we ran to the other stair case and got up to the main floor. Aaron was sitting in the chair shivering like he fell in ice cold water. 2 months later people went down there to rebuild, but said something was down there. So they nebver rebuilt down there again.
Ever since that day I believe in ghost and won’t let anybody tell me there not real,because that day I felt like death had brushed me bye.
Date: Tue, 24 Nov 1998 16:12:37 -0800 (PST)
story I had just returned to bed one night, at home after getting a glass of water, when I looked off to my right and saw a classmate of mine, who lived twenty miles away, leaning on my wall. “We have a meeting,” he said. I retreated under the covers and tried to sleep. A few weeks later, I was at a campground at Rocky Mountain National Park, when it became dark out, and needing a flashlight, I headed off to my tent to get one. As I was rummaging in the dark tent, I heard rustling in the bushes. I stepped out again, and there was my classmate Chris once more. Although it was late at night, Chris’ face reflected a twilight-colored light. He pointed to the sky. “Look. You can see all the Milky Way. I looked up ,and the sky was dotted with hundreds of stars. I walked back down to the fire pit, hearing Chris’ footsteps behind me. As I turned on my light, I remembered that Chris hadn’t come on this camping trip! I looked behind me and up. Chris was gone and the sky was black and ! ! starless.
Date: Wed, 25 Nov 1998 22:13:53 -0800 (PST)
story I have so many stories, I could go on forever telling tales of my supernatural experiences! But for today, I shall tell one, short story. I lived in a very small town which consisted of 2 streets and nothing more. We had a library and a general store and that was pretty much it! But we did have the most beautiful, old graveyard. Being a lover of graveyards, I used to walk around in that place for hours, just reading all the old headstones. One day, on one of my many trips to this graveyard, I saw an old lady standing over one of the older graves. Being a small town, I thought I knew everyone and I didn’t recognize this lady. She was a stout little woman wearing a black shirt and a long, blue skirt. She wore a black scarf around her gray hair. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t do anything. She merely stood over that old grave with a very solemn look upon her face. I watched her as I approached the cemetary. A tree was in my way of my view of the woman, so ! ! naturally, I walked behind the tree (rather than into it:)); but when I had a clear view of the woman again, she was gone! It was a matter of seconds. I started to look around. She couldn’t have been hiding anywhere. If she had walked away, I would have seen her. And she didn’t look agile enough to try to run away! I walked over to the grave she was gazing upon and saw the name of a woman who had died in her late years in the 1940’s. I can’t help but wonder if it was that woman’s grave and her spirit decided to visit.
Date: Sun, 29 Nov 1998 16:49:40 -0800 (PST)
story I visit Gettysburg,PA often and one day upon arriving at our hotel[The Gettysburg Hotel circa 1797]I took some pictures of my family “horsing around” in our room and then we went out onto the battlefield. Right above “Devils Den” there is a place called “The triangular field” and is also my most favorite place of all the battlefields. There are several large rocks and i always sit on one particular rock and take in the scenery and imagine the confederate soldiers running up through this field and a lot of times I take pictures. But this time was different, I felt a strange feeling this time. Strange indeed, when I got my film developed the only pictures that came out were the ones I took of my family playing in the hotel room. Every picture I took of the “Triangular Field” did not come out. Even the negatives were blank. Freaked me out! But I have to say I’m glad because I always knew that Gettysburg is the most haunted place in America!