posted on Oct, 12 2011 @ 10:16 PM
Life is full of irony...my great, great grand father was imprisoned up at Point Lookout...he was captured in late 1863 at Kelly's Ford, Va.... he did
make it back home.
I live in a Civil War era farm house... and the line on our property is what used to be the main road from Raleigh,NC to Boydton, Va and on to
Petersburg... a main route for soldiers going north...both blue and gray.
The house has a dug root cellar, a single narrow stair case and follows the typical hall and parlor layout of farm houses of the era.... in typical
fashion, if you go in the front door yoy would have walked straight through to the back door...now closed off for an addition.
In the front yard is a giant cedar tree and when we first moved in, the limbs went all the way to the ground and basically blocked off that corner of
the house. My wife decided to trim the lower branches to open up the area and create a line of sight from front to the back yard.
While trimming the tree she saw a man in blue clothing, almost like a uniform she said...she got up to greet him, thinking he was a curious neighbor
there to introduce himself. When she got up and went around the far side of the tree... he was gone...no where to be found.
We have 2 sons that were older teens at the time, and one was upstairs in the loft...he came down and saw his brother sleeping with his back to him on
the couch in the living room. He went into the kitchen, poured a glass of milk and saw his brother driving up through the kitchen window... well...
who was that on the couch? he ran out and he and his brother came back in with a stick of firewood in their hands...but no one was there... and the
only way out was by a backdoor locked from the inside.
Then one night we went out to eat and came home, it was getting late and dark, as we got out of the truck we all heard a voice say..."Help Me! Help
Me!"... it sounded like an old black woman. I got my pistol out of the truck, they stayed behind and I walked around the house, the yard,
inside...nothing and nobody. We later found out that the house at one time belonged to a doctor and housed a midwife that served the area. I actually
have met some of the older neighbors that were birthed by this midwife.
Lastly, last year... I was canning tomatoes... dead of summer and it was getting about sundown... Here I am, a pot of tomatoes on a low simmer to
cook'em down...I have a sink full of tomatoes to peel...The sink in the kitchen faces the hallway I previously described... I'm peeling tomatoes
when something moves and catches my eye... I look up and see a blue clad but transparent figure of a man walking in the hallway...front door to where
the back door used to be... My hair goes up and a shiver goes down my back... I call my wife and she immediately notes something is wrong by my
voice.... She comes to me..."Are you OK? What's wrong?"... "I just saw a ghost"...by which time I get this rush of adrenaline, drop the parring
knife, and get this sick feeling all over.
That was last year and I haven't had anymore encounters... yet.