Gettysburg, PA

I was in the woods of the Slaughter Pen, directly across from the Devil's Den. The area was full of ghosthunters from the annual IGHS conference. I walked off by myself, into the woods, and I heard footsteps off to my right. I didn't think anything of it, and continued with my investigation, asking questions like,"Is anyone here?". I took a few pictures, and as I snapped the last one, I noticed someone in front of me.I began to apologize for temporarily blinding this person, when I realized who, or what it was.

He was staring straight ahead, off to my left and he was walking with a purpose. He had dark clothing and a dark cap. He walked right on by like I was not even there; he never even changed the rhythm of his step during the time I observed him. Suddenly he was gone, and I felt like the world started again. It had been so quiet in the brief seconds I saw him walking.

I have traveled to Gettysburg so many times in the hopes of capturing some evidence or experiencing some profound paranormal event. This experience is strange to me, because I think I should be thrilled. For some reason, I am not. During that short experience and each time I reflect on it, I am overcome by a feeling of sadness and hopelessness.Truthfully, after I saw him, I lost all interest in further investigation and just wanted to go back to my hotel.

I am not sure why I feel so sad,or why I hope I never see him again. Is it because I picked up on the feelings of s long-dead soldier? Is it because I feel so sad for that man, lost somewhere in time and space, compelled to attempt and re-attempt to complete a mission he will never complete?? If I ever do see him again, maybe I can get some answers. Until that time, or the end of time, I pray for his soul's peace.

Taken in the area of my encounter, right before I saw him. Noone else was in the vicinity....

Picture in Slaughter Pen	Close up of light