I've been reading the stories on this site for the past
several weeks, and finally worked up the courage to send
three of my own most recent encounters.
The first was at the Yorktown Battlefield. Many think that
the ghosts of Civil War soldiers haunt this place, but
that's not true. They are really the spirits of those who
participated in the Revolutionary War. I hadn't known this
at all before I went to the battlefield for a visit, I just
thought a small battle had taken place there.
My husband Mike, our friend Dave, and I decided to go to the
battlefield to see if we could catch a couple of comets
passing by Earth, this was around early May. We piled into
Dave's truck and headed off to the battlefield. I was
excited, because I love places like that and I was hoping to
see the comets. The battlefield is set a little ways back
from Yorktown itself. The sky is very clear and there is
little traffic passing on the two roads near the field. We
got out and I looked around, thinking how quiet it was that
night. I live in a city, and it's quite noisy. The peace
was most welcome.
We proceeded to walk around the battlefield for a little
bit. The field is like this: you come into a parking area,
and from then the field starts. There's a line of trees
that curve around several hundred feet from the lot. To the
right of the lot is a caretaker's house, since there's a
graveyard behind the brick walls around the house. When you
pass the wall to your right, it ends and the graveyard
begins. A little beyond the graveyard, again to the right,
is another large area of field.
I walked farther from my husband and friend, since it was my
first time and I wanted to get away from their noisy mouths.
For some reason, I was having some trouble walking around.
I was stumbling around and barely able to stand up straight.
I got to a certain point where something told me "go no
farther". Me being the believer I am, I listened. That's
when I noticed, several hundred feet in front of me, these
small yellow lights, about five of them. They were dancing
around, weaving in and out, over and under. It looked
almost like they were playing with each other. I stood
watching them, not really thinking this was strange. Ours
was the only vehicle in the parking lot, and none of us
brought flashlights. The only light source was the big
floodlight in front of the caretaker's house.
I thought it could have been fireflies, but dismissed that
because the lights were steady, not blinking on and off.
Plus, they cast no light onto the ground like flashlights do.
I also would see shadows darting around, and strange lights
in the sky. This isn't all though. I was getting this
feeling of power from the battlefield, and also this sense
that the land welcomed my being there. It was like getting
a hug from a friend you haven't seen for years, just like
it. I've never felt anything like that before.
When we decided to leave because the sky had gotten cloudy,
meaning we wouldn't be able to see the comets, I told Dave
and Mike what I had felt and seen. Dave grinned and said
"This is where the Revolutionary War was won". The only
thing I can't understand and haven't been able to find out
is why I felt the sense of love from the land.
We all got into Dave's truck, Dave driving, Mike in the front
passenger seat, and me in the extended cab part. We pulled
out and drove up the road, Mike and Dave yammering on as
usual. I was lost in my thoughts, thinking about what had
happened, when I saw the most amazing thing in my life. A
group of soldiers gathered in the road, some with bandages
or an arm in a sling, some with weapons. All were smiling
at me, a couple saluted me, and the others were waving. I
couldn't believe it, it was as if they were saying goodbye
to a good friend.
This is by far the best ghostly encounter I've ever had, and
also my favorite. I've been back to the battlefield since
then, the last was with Mike and Dave, and my friend Dee. I
love the place, and it deserves respect. I think that's why
I was so welcome there.
The last experience was quite interesting. I didn't see the
orbs dancing around (that's what I've come to believe those
lights were), but I saw the usual darting shadows. Dee and
I walked around the graveyard (this was at night), and the
full moon was bright. We'd made a turn to circle the
graveyard when I felt a hand around my shoulders. Dee was
on my right, and this feeling came from someone on my left.
I smiled, it was as if one of the spirits wanted to be my
friend and walk with me.
I couldn't help but smile. I'm psychic, and can feel
things that most people can't. If I were just a spirit
trapped on Earth with no body, and few who could hear me,
I'd tell them the same thing. You understand us. It was
When we left, I was behind the others. It was chilly out
and I didn't have a jacket on. There was no breeze, it was
utterly still out there save for us. I felt this warm
breeze blow around me and envelop me, and the sweetest scent
came with it. I stood still, eyes closed, taking in this
feeling and scent. As suddenly as it came, it was gone. I
opened my eyes and whispered "Goodbye", and we left.
None of my friends think I'm nuts. They've all had their
own experiences with the paranormal, as have I. I don't
regret one single thing ever happening to me, but I do make
sure that I've actually felt/heard/seen whatever spirit
makes itself known to me.
If any would like to e-mail me, please feel free to. No
skeptics allowed! Thank you for reading.
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