| One of my grandfathers grew up very near the Shiloh Battlefield, one of the bloodiest and most terrible battles of the War Between the States. Both of HIS grandfathers fought in that battle - on opposite sides. Anyway, when he was a child [ in the 1890s] he and his brothers would go over to Shiloh to play. The battle was about 30 years old at that time. they would never linger after dark though. Granddaddy said "Shiloh Hill is full of haints." They would see lanterns bobbing around like soldiers looking for wounded or dead friends or family members. In April, they would sometimes here the gun fire, cannons shooting, horses screaming etc.
Now, my own experience with a ghost. During my first year of law school, I lived on Los Rios Street in San Juan Capistrano, CA. San Juan Capistrano dates back to 1776 and Los rios Street is one of the oldest streets in California. the part I lived on was just north of the old part.
I was up late, studying, because I worked full time at real jobs all the way through law school. I became aware of someone, turned to my left and saw a woman coming down the stairs. She had shiny black hair - like obsidian and was wearing an old fashioned looking whire blouse, a black ornate vest and a beautiful, long, full cobalt blue skirt. Her face was turned away from me, so I never saw her face. She walked down the stairs and right through a wall.
I found out later that there had been several mysterious sightings of a Spanish Lady in that area, who would just disappear.
I never felt threatened by the apparation..she was there then she was gone.
Sooz
__________________
Nothing sickens me more than the closed door of a library - Barbara Tuchman |