My father has told me many ghost stories of his youth, and until three years ago, I shook them off as great campfire stories.
I never really believed in ghosts, but rather thought that people wanted to see something extraordinary for attention getting purposes.
Yet, in 2006, my views about ghosts changed.
My husband and I moved across the country from California to the Washington, DC area because his job required him to locate. We purchased a beautiful house (much cheaper than CA real estate) in Northern Virginia a week within our arrival and promptly had our furniture shipped out to us.
Every morning, before the family wakes up, I do 30 minutes of yoga and meditation. It relaxes me and helps me to clear my brain in order to focus on the day's work.
My very first morning in our house, I woke up at 5:30 a.m. to get a jump on the day. I settled into my new basement office with my yoga pad and began my stretches. Clearing my mind, I focused on a clear running stream while I warmed up my muscles. Fifteen minutes into my stretches, I was in zen mode, completely relaxed. I laid on my back, arms above my head in prayer stance, and closed my eyes.
Yet, before me wasn't the clear stream of consciousness. Instead, it was a Union soldier, looking down at me. Within an instant, I saw the detail of his uniform, the dirt in his hair, the hollows in his cheeks. He smiled at me, as though to welcome me. I immediately opened my eyes and sat up, with my heart beating radically.
First of all, I didn't even know what a Union uniform looked like. I had to look it up online (I thought he was a Confederate). Then I looked up the area where I lived. Apparently, there had been a battle during the Civil War on the land where our house was built.
Then, I didn't believe it. I refused to believe it. However, as the months followed, I heard him talking, giving orders to his troops in our bedroom hallway. I would block it out, turn on the TV, watch SNL, whatever I could to block it out. Even my younger children could hear talking beneath the bedroom where they slept. I assured them it was just "Daddy's computer making noises."
Then, one night before I was leaving on a business trip, I was falling asleep while my husband was in the shower. As I dozed off, I felt a presence beside my bed. At first I thought it was my husband getting out of the shower. Then I heard a voice that wasn't my husband's. "Don't go," it said, "I will miss you."
Again, I shot up out of bed. At that point, I was so freaked out I said, "Please, you are scaring me. Could you please leave my house."
That was the last I've heard or seen of this ghost.
This happened in the summer of 1999 in Vicksburg, Mississippi.
I was staying the summer with my cousin Sarah but this one wasn't a normal stay.
It was the last part of June and the beginning part of July. We were up all night one night just talking. It was about 1 or 2 am. She was sitting in front of the window and I was sitting on the bed facing her. We both heard cannons and guns firing. We also heard people screaming for help. She got up and came over to where I was and sat down beside me. I saw something moving out of the corner of my eye. I looked out the window and saw people walking past the window wearing straw hats and overalls. They were carrying pitchforks and shovels. I asked her if she had seen what I did and she said yes.
I got up and went in the bathroom. I felt like somebody was looking at me. I looked out the window and there was a face looking in.
A few days later we were sitting in the living. About the same time, 1 or 2 am. It was storming. I was sitting in front of the living room window and my cousin was standing up. I looked out the window and saw blood coming off the roof. I asked Sarah if she had seen that and she said yes. I looked in the backyard and seen a figure coming towards the house, it had red eyes.
After that Sarah went into the kitchen to make herself a sandwich. She left a knife on the counter. What was strange is that the knife disappeared.
To this day that knife has not been found. During the time i stayed with her we had to take her dad back and forth to work, he drove 18 wheelers. We were going by a few houses and we could see people sitting of the front porches. The thing about it is that the people were wearing old 1800`s style clothing.