Thursday, October 8, 2009

My Friend, the Civil War Ghost

Mandi from Illinois sent me this story about the time she visited a Civil War battlefield and came home with more than just a history lesson.

This all started in May of 2009. My dad brought me to Washington DC for the police memorial. I was studying the Civil War in history class and so before we left, we went to Manassas Battlefield (site of the famous battles of Bull Run). Anyone who has been there knows that there is a well-known field house there. Anyway, people aren’t allowed into the field house, but you can look in the windows. So that is exactly what I did. When I looked into the window, I saw a man in all gray, pacing. I quickly stepped away from the window and walked back to my dad’s car. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for a while after that.

When I went to a summer camp in late June, I kept getting weird dreams about the field house. On the last night I had a dream that I was back at the field house... but this time I was IN the field house. I figured that it was directly after the First or Second Battle Of Bull Run. There were Confederate soldiers with blood on them, some were missing limbs. No one paid attention to me, except for one soldier.

He had brown eyes and light brown shaggy hair, he also had a scar going across his face. He looked at me and said, “This is only the beginning.” I assumed he was from Tennessee from his accent, he grabbed my shoulders and ran through me. I woke up in a cold sweat back at the summer camp, I sat up and read the clock, it said 3 am and everyone was asleep. I laid back down and let out a sigh ‘It was only a dream’ I thought. I looked around one more time to see if I had woken anyone up, and the same Confederate soldier that talked to me in my dream was standing next to my bed, looking at me!

Before I could scream he put his hand over my mouth. I could smell the gun powder, and he shushed me and told me “I won’t hurt you.” I blacked out after that. I didn’t eat much that morning... everything smelled like gunpowder.

Not that long after I came home from the summer camp I had another dream. The Confederate soldier kept saying he wouldn’t hurt me. He also confirmed that he was from Tennessee.

In late July, my parents, two sisters and I drove down to Florida. We were at a gas station in Tennessee early in the morning, I was walking around the perimeter of the gas station while everyone else was inside going to the bathroom. I was behind the gas station when I felt a rough hand grab my shoulder, I balled up my fist and spun around, trying to punch whoever grabbed my shoulder, but my hand went through air. The same Confederate soldier was smiling and laughing at my reaction “What do you want?” I hissed at him. He laughed some more, and I couldn’t help but smile for a second. He stopped laughing and said “I want to welcome you to my home... and give you this.”

He handed me my phone charger, which, I realized, I had left still plugged into my wall, “Thank you.” I said, and he laughed some more. My mom started calling my name, and he disappeared. Throughout my entire week in Florida, the soldier would show up and tell me stuff about the Civil War. When my dad, my friend (she and her family had joined us on the trip) and I went into the war museum, we stopped by the Civil War section. I felt a rough hand on my back and I could see a faint outline of the soldier pointing at some pictures and other artifacts from the Confederate army. He was talking, but I couldn’t hear him. Finally he pointed to a Confederate uniform and I could lip-read what he said, “That was mine.” I almost fainted.

He still talks to me, and teaches me about the Civil War. I'm not afraid. I definitely don’t want him leaving anytime soon.

Thanks Mandi. Gee, I've heard of history coming alive, but this is truly amazing.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hey Love your story!!

Anonymous said...

wo, i like ur book! but... it scares me! lol! u do a good job at scaring ppl!

Anonymous said...

what was the soldier's name...i could find out,because im a museum freak...this story impresses me...dang it gave me the chills,but keep 'em comin

Mandi said...

The soldier's name is Jackson Wheeler, he was named after his father, but everyone calls him Johnathan or Jonny (spelled with no h). If you look at a map of the USA, Jackson lived in the northeastern point of Tennesse, in between some mountains. He told me when he inlisted into the army, the closest place he could inlist was actualy in Virginia, so he went there. When I looked up his name on a website, it told me that he was put into the 122 Virginia regement (or something really close to it like 112 Virginia regement). I almost fainted again when I saw this.

Elenoria said...

Yikes! Man, I really love this site and this story is amazing. Maybe if I could learn things from the source like this, I could pay attention in History class!

Jodie said...

Very cool story!
Love it.

Anonymous said...

lol i was reading ur book and i just stopped because it scared me to much.

Anonymous said...

WOW! Awesome story!

Nik said...

wow ive encounterd some ghosts and that kind of stuff and wow i wish it whould happen to me thats awsome and amazing! i hope you live long with the ghost on you side!
Peace! =)
Sincerily,
Nik Broome

Anonymous said...

a)the book is awesome. b)i live in illinois and i am creeped out by this!

Anonymous said...

F-R-E-A-K-Y freaky!