It started out as any other reenactment I had been to with my father, good times with friends, camping and weapons. As young boy that was a great thing to me, I didn’t know much about death or ghosts for that matter. That weekend was one of the first experiences I had ever had.
I was nine when this particular battle took place and I loved reading about the guys from Alabama and the south fighting for the confederacy, now I’m a U.S. Army Sgt. I had fought that morning and was very tired so I decided to lay under a tree for a while and wait on my dad to come up the hill. When a boy about my age came and sat down and asked to see my rifle.
I was excited, not many kids go to these events and I thought I made a new friend. I remember he examined the rifle really close and he turned and said, “who did you steal this from,” with a smile. I took offense because my dad had just bought that rifle that day for me. He turned and said, “It was really hot today I almost didn’t make it.”
I saw my dad coming so I got up from my shade tree and started towards him. I asked him if I could come back and play with the boy under the tree later after we ate supper. He laughed and asked me if I was going crazy. When I turned to show him the boy, there was no boy. I thought it to be a little odd but decided I would come back later and find him again.
When I finished my meal I went toward the tree we had sat under and talked. Almost half way to the tree I got to thinking about what he looked like so I didn’t miss him if he happened to walk by. That’s when I realized why my dad didn’t see him and how he got gone so fast without me seeing where he went.
The boy had the greenest eyes I have seen to this day. He had a pale face with dark hair. I remember he looked sick to me even when I was that young. He had on the most realistic uniform I had ever seen, and for good reason. I realized he wasn’t a real boy. Now my dad would never believe this. So I kept it to myself, and kept toward the tree.
This is where it really got me scared as hell. I stopped at the base of the tree and thought I had seen the boy go behind the other side of it. I ran around the other way as to scare him but I was scared when he wasn’t there and I started running toward my camp. I felt a shove in my back and when I hit the ground I thought I had landed on a rock on my chest, but it turned out it was a fired round from a rifle. This was odd to me because we usually dug them up, they were never on top of the ground, but this one was.
I took it to my dad and told him the story. He didn’t really know what to tell me. He just said he had seen weird things too. When we got home we took the shell to a gunsmith to have him date it, and it happened to be dated around the dates of the actual battle. So I would like to believe this boy was showing me where he had died and perhaps the bullet that killed him. I don’t think I will ever know. I have been to the battle a lot since then and I never saw the boy again.
I have had a lot of experiences with what I think are ghosts as a child and even to this day. I think since I have found this site talking about them helps me cope and I am even more interested than before. What classifies you as a sensitive? I’m not sure but I have seen a lot of things and I’m still young, 23, but I see things a lot and I think my three year old son Jesse James does also. How can I help him?
Sent in by Justin, Coyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com
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The only advice I can give you is keep your faith in your son. when he turn at you and told you something about ghost, weird creature and events, don’t ever doubt him or not believe in him. it would be poor of him if he thinks his own parents don’t believe in him although he tells the truth
wow justin thats really cool that you got to be in a reeactment!! i would love to see one! so many people died on those battlegrounds including kids. from all the trama that took place there, i know the ghosts of all those fallen soldiers keep coming back to the battles they fought in. you were really lucky to have has such a shocking experience!!! thanks for sharing!!
Hi Justin,
I agree with what Mellisa and Trolldoll say as well. Also, like you had mentioned, the spirit of the boy may have died in the spot where he had apparently shoved you and that was the bullet you had fallen on, that took his young life, and just wanted someone to know. Also, you had said that you felt something on your chest when you fell to the ground. The spirit of the boy may have wanted to let you know that he was shot in the chest. These are just my thoughts. Also, your little son has a very interesting name.
You wrote a very interesting story. I look forward to reading more of your stories. Thank you for sharing. You take care, Justin.
That was fascinating justin! I’ve visited Shiloh a coule of times myself and would have loved to have an experience such as yours! Please share some of your other experiences with us on this site!
Dear Justin,
How interesting!
The historical education you have received from the reinactments would be over whelmingly
intense, especially for a youngster.
Shiloh is a place I have been,we went there as part of a family vacation, when I was about
8. We did not take part in any reinactments, but, we did view a film history of the battle, which wrenched my heart. Then we took a very long tour of the battlefield and burial sites.
What I remember is the Old Church, in which you could see where the shots were fired, the shells still evident in the building. I also remember a large tree in which a cannonball was lodged,the tree had enveloped it, like it was holding on to the “memory” of the event.
An overwhelming saddness held on to my heart the entire time I was on the Shiloh grounds.
As you were so young and taking part in a reinactment, your experience was much more charged with energy than mine.
History became “alive”.
I think you are correct in your feelings about the boy, and why he appeared to you. In those days people were much smaller in stature than we are. He may have been a little older than you but have been your size.
Since you know much about the history and circumstances of the War, you know that the “boys” went with their fathers into battle. As the war continued over several years with many thousands of casualties in the ranks, the army became mostly populated by “boys”.
I believe he asked you “where did you steal it?” because many of the troops went off to join the ranks with no weapons, supplies, or even shoes! He was very impressed with your
equipment.
I think your “shove” experience was to let you know that he was “real”. He stepped through
the portal to speak with you. He really wanted you to know that he was really there with you.
The shell was for you to find, as a message, to let you know how he passed away, but also
for you to have as a souviener of your encounter with him.
If you find that your child is prone to connect with the spirit world then the best thing to do is to listen, explain what you can, encourage a “no fear” attitude. Teach that if fear is felt, then
pray.
Thank you so very much for sharing this amazing tale….
Hi Camille,
I ddn’t know that about the fathers and sons going to war together during that era. Thank ou for sharing.
Bonnie
fathers and sons and brothers went to war together but not always on the same side. Also there are two men in my distant family who fought for awhile on each side! I learned that soldiers did switch sides sometimes. What a war that was….
Hi David,
Thank you for the information. That’s very interesting how fathers and sons would choose to fight on different sides during wartime.
I hope that you and your family are having a wonderful Sunday. You take care.
It’s very ture and very sad, Brothers did fight against Brothers, literally.
Thousands of Souls were lost. Men, Women and Children; from the fighting of the War and the effects of the War on every household in the Nation.
All Wars take a toll on Everyone involved directly or indirectly.
Very sad for all.
Many brave souls lost…
AMEN to that, Camille! Wouldn’t it be beautiful if every nation in this world could get along with each other. No more fighting, no more anger, those countries that don’t do anything to help their people actually start taking care of their people and treating them with respect. My mom (may she rest in peace) and I were talking about this very thing (about no more hate in the world, no more wars, and so forth), a long time ago, and she told me that that is what Heaven is like.
like john lennon’s song” IMAGINE”!!