Posted on 02/07/2026 9:10:02 PM PST by chickenlips
Americans love ghost stories. We may loath to admit it, but many of us secretly believe that haunted tales of things that go bump in the night are every bit as true as the more mundane facts of life, such as “the sky is blue.” We choose to believe them because they are fun and we enjoy feeling a little spooked from time to time, even though the better part of our judgment knows they cannot possibly be real. SNIP>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Though perhaps the most haunted place in America is neither a hotel nor a plantation, neither an abandoned insane asylum nor a cobble-stone alleyway hidden on a side street in an old New England city. It might well be an entire landscape, nearly 400 square miles of gorgeous and breathtaking but eerie and otherworldly terrain, in the heart of our country – a place where dinosaurs once roamed, where bison still roam, and where an infamous massacre left hundreds of women and children dead. SNIP>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Something about the Badlands has lingered with me to this day. Perhaps it was the oddly soothing feeling of its vastness. SNIP>>>>>>>
But there was a different feeling, deeper than the surface-level beauty. I was reading about the Badlands the other day, and discovered that I was not alone in feeling that the place was haunted. World-famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright traveled to the Badlands in 1935. He too was gobsmacked by the landscape and, in a letter to Robert D. Lusk, a local newspaper editor, he described it as an “endless supernatural world”:
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Not Gettysburg. 7,000 died over 3 days.
The biggest single event that killed the most: The 1900 Galveston Hurricane. 10-12,000 killed.
Reportedly Gettysburg is very haunted. Some say if you just hang around the battlefields long enough, for only a few hours or so, theres a 100% chance of experiencing something paranormal.
From Michael Medved’s book Right Turns about his ghostly encounter at Gettysburg:
On another occasion, I impulsively hitchhiked to western Pennsylvania with a lovesick fellow freshman who wanted to visit his girlfriend near Pittsburgh; along the way, we slept on the battlefield of Gettysburg. A farmer in the vicinity had dropped us off on a dark, lonely road (Highway 15) after eleven at night. We walked more than two miles across fields and pastures to the border of the Gettysburg National Military Park, looking for a place to camp for the night. Only briefly discouraged by the elaborate fencing and numerous signs that ordered “No Trespassing” and “No Camping, we clambered through the wooden rail and barbed-wire barriers that protected the federal land and what Lincoln had called “this hallowed ground,” On a chill, hushed, moonless November night, we marched over the famous battlefield, climbing up behind the key Federal position of Little Round Top where so many determined Confederates lost their lives. In fact, more than fifteen thousand young Americans on both sides were reported killed or missing, with nearly fifty thousand total casualties in the three-day battle—a fact I foolishly recalled to my already queasy pal as we tramped along Cemetery Ridge. We began to sense shadowy, larger-than-life military figures looming out of the misty night on all sides of us—part of the statuary on the monuments to the various regiments and states who participated in the great struggle in 1863. “This is creepy. It’s horrible,” my friend said with a shiver. “We shouldn’t be here at all.”
He was right, of course, but I argued that at this point we had no choice but to throw down our sleeping bags and try to pass the time till dawn. We tramped over damp, frosty grass to within sight of the Pennsylvania Memorial—a huge, four-story Victorian monstrosity with cannon and sentry statues, multiple columns, soaring arches, and a dome, all of which seemed to offer some sense of protection or reassurance. Nevertheless, sleep remained completely out of the question as we exchanged hushed, frightened words with the sleeping bags drawn up to our eyes. The noises we heard all night could connect to rational explanations—birds, owls, foxes, raccoons, deer, or other creatures that might normally wander through open country. The visual shocks made far less sense, however: about 4 a.m., shivering and shuddering and trying to catch some sleep, we both suddenly sensed moving figures not more than thirty yards away. “Do you hear that?” I hissed, grabbing his arm. My friend pulled his head deep into the sleeping bag and tried to cover his ears, but I propped myself up on my elbows, peering through the darkness and felt my blood race when I saw a small squadron of uniformed figures—perhaps eight of them, not more than a dozen—carrying weapons and running at full tilt along the ridge. They looked gray and shadowy, but notably lighter (almost illuminated, in fact) than the gloomy mist behind them, before they careened out of view in about six seconds.
Of course, Civil War reenactors love the battlefield at Gettysburg, and their costumes and equipment often look chillingly authentic. But why would a group of modern-day history buffs and weekend warriors suddenly turn up at four in the morning, running away from the Pennsylvania Memorial and disappearing into the silence within seconds? We remained too terrified to talk and waited through the excruciating minutes until the dawn—which was announced ahead of time by the mournful lowing of some cows that must have been let of of their barn by a farmer behind the ridge. At first light we jumped up, threw together our packs, and ran in panic from the haunted battlefield.
Though I never shivered through any further ghostly visitations, I continued to spend the great majority of my free time on sporadic, largely unplanned voyages of discovery and exploration.
I have no desire to diminish your ego. Life is not a competition or pissing contest.
There is a reason that Jesus told His disciples to not give their pearls to the swine.....
Life on earth is changing drastically in the near future. The message I have received for over three decades is “It’s not time yet.” If I share publicly while people are full of themselves, they will not benefit from the demonstration.
The upcoming turmoil will drive people to despair, at which time they will seek God due to their own weakness. I share only to help people to look within to find and experience God. This is not about me or what I can do as these things are done through me, not by me.
I share on FR as there are a few people that are truly on a path of seeking spiritual growth. I share clues to help people on their path as it is anonymous on this forum.
For those who have ears, let them hear.
The clue I will share with you is that if you understand the various frequencies of consciousness as the soul develops and grows with an earthly physical body, you will understand why Jesus taught what He did and stated that the “Things that He does and even more, you too shall do.” (John 14)
The hospital has a small grave yard. Numerous foreign sailors. 113 unknown, Civil War as well
Sailor from USS Constitution Old Ironsides, he fell from the rigging.
Portsmouth Naval Hospital “Naval Burial Ground 1838” — Fort Nelson Park —
Just walk down Bourbon Street in New Orleans if you want to experience ghosts. Warning, most of them are evil.
I was walking down the middle of Bourbon Street, listening to the music coming out of the open doors of the various bars. One had a live band playing Credence Clearwater songs, my teenage favorite band, so I entered to hear more.
The place was packed. The smell of Sulphur was so strong that I could not stay, but no one else smelled it. The place was pure evil. There is good reason that alcohol is called “spirits.” They move into people when they get drunk.
We have an...entity at our place of business.
It mostly manifests audibly. We have been greeted with “Hello” when there is no one in the building. I have heard heavy things fall to the floor, and then slide along the floor, and there is nothing there. One of my employees had her hair pulled. A couple of us watched as the controls of one of our production machines changed settings - rapidly - with no one near the controls. There have been other events. I document the really inexplicable ones. There have been about a dozen of those.
I have no idea what it is. While it has damaged equipment, it seems to be mostly playful, if distubing.
The human brain is more like a radio transmitter and receiver that functions at various frequencies.
For those who are able to cleanse their soul of the obstacles of Love that keep it out of balance and wobbling, they can raise their frequencies of consciousness above 40 Hz into what is referred to as the gamma frequency. (Gamma is the frequency of the Mystics.) That is the lowest frequency where a person can perceive directly with their consciousness beyond the physical body. As they raise their soul frequency, it expands and merges with other souls. This is why Jesus stated “My Father and I are One” and Buddha stated, “I am One with Everything.” Experientially, it is like having your conscious awareness connected to the internet and you are everywhere on the whole earth instantly.
There is no upper limit to the gamma frequency, although current science claims it to be around 200 Hz. Consciousness is like a radio in that there are many channels (realities) each at their own frequency grouping. Through meditation and prayer, you can learn to tune into these various frequencies.
Too holy to accept the challenge? Delusions of self grandeur is a bad way to through life. “I can do this and it will astound you but I’m not feeling it today because you are not worthy”.
Neither do I, but I do believe in demons.
“Scriptures renders sin as “missing the mark.””
Love is the most important element in spiritual growth as it is the glue that binds the soul together and stabilizes it so it can reach the higher frequencies.
I describe the process as I directly perceive and experience it. To me, a sin in a person’s soul is perceived as dark heavy consciousness that blocks the Light. These clouds are physical objects located in a person’s soul that are connected to the physical body through the nervous system. If I take hold of one of these obstacles to Love and try to pull it away from a person, they come forward as though I have a rope tied to them. When they forgive the person whom it involved, they fly backward as though the rope broke as they are set free.
You are living up to your screen name.
Antietam battle field park can be very creepy.
Interesting childhood.
Good thing neanderthal ghosts and t-rex and velociraptor ghosts don't exist. That would be really scary...
Ain’t never been there
They tell me it’s nice
*** It was deathly silent and the color ***
I have felt the same when I stopped on isolated roads all through the West. Oklahoma, New Mexico, Colorado...It is the quietness that gets to you. The stillness, and it feels weird when evening comes on. We are used to a noisy world.
I felt the same feeling when a heavy ice storm here stopped ALL TRAFFIC and trains. no electricity, only one radio station. The quiet leaves you all alone with your thoughts which itself is terrifying.
My view now - who not?
Most haunted place in America? Bridgeport, Connecticut where ghosts vote for Democrats - or maybe, Easton, Connecticut’s Union Cemetery, where you might meet up with another Democrat voter, the ‘Lady in White’. 😀
You don’t? I’ll invite to the Abigail Grill (in honor of Abigail Pettibone) in Simsbury. Or Easton Union Cemetery or the abandoned Remington Arms factory in Bridgeport.
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