By today I had completed my ghostly gigs. Jim and I left the candy with Karen to give out and headed out for the quiet of our place outside Gettysburg. If we were to have ghost-encounters it would be with some of the spirits that hang out here not with those conjured in stories.
Gettysburg area is known for its large spirit population but to date I have not had any personal encounters.
We were told by the former owners that there is a ghost-resident in our house but we have never seen him. I think Chuchu, our late dear Shih Tzu, saw him. Chuchu was never happy here and always barked at things we could not see. Leia - the new Shih Tzu, rarely barks and loves it here.
Our neighbors have told us they have ghosts trapped in their attic. They spread salt over the thresh-hold so the ghosts can't get back down into the house. And, they described the blue orbs we should watch out for near the railway tracks across the road.
)ur closest encounter with figures from the past was the afternoon Monica and Juliana were working in the back yard and three grey-clad Confederate soldiers rode across the field, doffed their caps and galloped on to the site of their encampment. Re-enactors.
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