August 8, 2008
A Civil War Soldier
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Daniel Philip Marks, Gladstone, Virginia, October 1976
One day in October my girlfriend and I were returning from a trip to her
mother's house in Narrows, Virginia. It was a cold, wet, Sunday afternoon
when we returned to our house on Route 60E, a few miles outside of Amherst,
Virginia. My girlfriend, Faye, had decided to run up to the grocery store up
in Amherst which was about 5 miles from where we lived. This left me with
time to take a hot shower while she was gone. I went into the bathroom and
started the shower when suddenly our dog started barking loudly. This is
when I shouted, "Who's there and what do you want?" Why I did that, I'll
never know, but I proceeded to wrap a towel around myself and venture into
the kitchen where I saw this huge Civil War soldier holding a sword in his
right hand. I could see right through him, and I must tell you I've never
been more scared in my life. So scared that I walked out onto the front
porch in a towel holding our family dog. While outside, I stood there in the
pouring rain terrified. If one of our neighbors had been home, I would have
gone there but no one was. After about 30 minutes, I opened the front door
and saw that the ghost was no longer there. I then ran and got dressed and
by this time my girlfriend had returned. I told her what had happened. We
didn't see him anymore until it rained again. For some reason, that's the
only time we felt his presence. I also found out from the man who built our
house that after digging our basement, he had seen and described the same
ghost to us. He figured it was a soldier who died and never crossed over.
Since we sold the house, four families have occupied that residence, but
only for a short while each. By the way, the house was 20 miles from
Appomattox, Virginia, sitting on Civil War battleground.
