Experiencing the “Other Side”
This post is going to be more on the serious side so let’s get it rolling.
I don’t know about y’all that read the blogs on this post, but I know that as I was growing up I would experience some weird things every once in awhile. These weird experiences would range from thinking I had seen something to having thought I had heard something. I grew up semi Methodist, as my mother is Methodist and my father is a self described Atheist. I’d go to church on the Sundays when my parents wanted to go to a party on a Saturday so they dropped my brother and I off with my grandma who was part of her church’s choir. So, growing up with a somewhat Christian belief system when I was younger I didn’t believe that ghosts, or spirits, or any of those types of things actually existed. I mean, I grew up being told that when we die we either end up in heaven or hell. There was nothing in my Sunday school teachings about the possibilities of ghosts actually existing. When I was younger I think my mind just kind of bookshelved these happenings as being the result of a friend that only us kids can see. Y’all know what I mean.
Skip ahead to early high school and I started to do my own research on religions, spirituality, etc. Started looking back on some of the stuff I experienced when I was younger and saw the similarities popping up everywhere. So, I decided I was going to go down this road regarding ghosts, spirits, demons, angels, elementals, whatever else you want to call these entities. First step was to read books that claimed to relate true stories of what people had experienced at specific locations. Now, for obvious reasons, it’s hard to just go up to a person’s house and say: “Hey, I hear you think you are haunted..Mind if I stay the night?” Luckily for me, I live close to Gettysburg, PA. One of the most haunted locations in the country. I mean, there are like 7 books about ghost stories related to the battlefield and the surrounding town. It had been a few years since I started digging into this ghost thing so I figured it would be pretty cool if myself and some close friends took a trip down to the battlefield. Pretty innocent, when you think about it. But that was one of the major events that set me up to believe that if not an afterlife of sorts, there are some things that at least get locked into a weird type of time loop.
We decided that we wanted to head to the area of Devil’s Den/Little Roundtop. For those that aren’t big into history..those two areas had some of the most intense fighting on the second day of the Battle of Gettysburg. So much so that the creek that splits the slope of Little Round Top from Devil’s Den has been called “Blood Run” due to the amount of blood that was running through it after the fighting was over. Onwards with the story. We pulled into a parking lot that was set up before the rocks of Devil’s Den (Again…Devil’s Den is literally nothing but a bunch of glacier boulders..that form weird canyons and tunnels underneath ginormous rocks. Was used primary by snipers to hit people up on the hill.) We get out of the car and decide we were going to walk down the one road that lead towards another battle site that had more casualties than Devil’s Den.(The Wheatfield) As we are walking down this road multiple people starting seeing what appeared to be shadows moving up on our right (an empty field) and on our left (a line of trees). We didn’t say too much about it other than we though we saw things, because it could’ve just been our eyes messing with us. About ten minutes later, after seeing all this stuff to the sides we decided we were going to head back to the cars we came it. So we turn around and as we start to walk back down this road to our cars we see the headlights of another car coming down the mountain towards where we were parked. Didn’t think a lot about it. I mean come on..just more people like us. We watched the car park between our two cars and the lights go off. We keep going back to the cars, we all have flashlights so we are swinging ’em all over the place. Especially since some people started to feel a bit unnerved. Some of our lights are bouncing off our cars, and the car parked between us. Again..Nothing unexpected. Until we were about five feet from where we parked. We looked around, and the car we saw come in and park was not anywhere to be found. Keep in mind, we were watching where our cars were parked since that was where we were going. We saw this car reflecting the lights of our flashes. It was as real as our vehicles. But once we got to within a certain area it just decided to go *poof* and wasn’t there. We saw no brake lights. No nothing to signify the car parked between ours was going to be going anywhere. To this day, I have no idea how to explain what I saw that evening.
The other big thing that makes me believe in at least a time loop scenario also happened around Devil’s Den. This happened a few years after the car incident. Went back to Gettysburg and decided to go back to Devil’s Den since we had experienced something previously. This time we arrived around Dusk, so there were still a lot of people exploring the area and the parking lot we parked it previously was full. We took a road that loops up around the backside of the Den to find a parking spot. As we were coming up the backside of the area everyone did a double take. We all saw what appeared to be two men, dressed in the gear a Union officer would wear walking along the road side, back towards where we were coming from. Both had cigars that they were puffing on like no ones business. I parked the car at the closest parking location. So about 15 seconds had passed since we saw these “officers” and had parked. Of course the first thing we did was exit and lock the car as quickly as possible, so at this point maybe 20 seconds has passed. We start walking down the road in the direction these two men were going, because it’s not uncommon to see re-enactors on the actual battle sites at Gettysburg. So we were figuring it was just a couple actors. As we keep going we pick up the scent of cigars, meaning that obviously these were actors who were really into their roles. Then we got to the bend in the road that we went around before seeing them. All of a sudden we stopped smelling their cigar smoke..And we could find them anywhere. We asked some other people in the area about them and got nothing but confused looks. I can’t claim that I know what happens to us upon dying, but I can say that I am a firm believer that if we go something as tragic as the Battle of Gettysburg that we may leave at least a small part of us behind to relive certain moments. As some people call them, repeating movies of one moment in our lives. My experiences at Gettysburg (which these are only two small stories) have broadened my perspective when concerned with what could happen once we leave this world.