This week, we have a story sent in by a fan who may have encountered some old Civil War spirits in Arkansas back in 2003 or 2004.
When my middle girl was a teenager about 20 years ago, her best friend moved to a little town about an hour away from us outside Huntington. The girls begged me to bring my daughter to spend the weekend with her. So, I called her mom and made sure she would be home, that it was OK for her to spend the weekend. The arrangements were made: I’d drop her off after school that Friday, and she would bring her home Sunday after church.
We started as soon as she got off the bus, and it got dark before we could get there. I don’t remember much about the town except it had an old country store. There was a sign that said “established 1880.” The way the place looked, we had stepped back 100 years in time. I told my daughter, “This place creeps me out. Something is wrong here.” She begged me to let her stay. We got to her friend’s house, and I didn’t doubt that her mom wouldn’t protect my daughter. So, I let her stay.
I headed for the hour drive home and still couldn’t shake that feeling that something wasn’t right. It was a dark night, the chip and seal road was long. I didn’t see a soul, until something brown flashed on the passenger side of the car. I felt a bump. I thought I’d hit a deer, so I stopped to make sure it was dead. When I got to the front of the car, nothing was there. No blood trail, no damage to my car. I looked on both sides of the car and had no signs of damage or an animal. That really creeped me out because I KNEW I had hit something.
There I am, standing in the middle of the road, black as night except for my head lights. I walked around the car one more time, that’s when it happened, I stepped into something like a wall of static electricity. It was head to toe. I had only felt it one other time, and that was years ago. I knew I had stepped in the middle of a spirit. I stood there and the feeling would go away and then it would come back. Over the next few minutes, I let them pass through me and then headed to my car, locked the doors, and drove home. I knew what had happened but getting anyone to believe me was a totally different story.
I did some research on the area at the historical society. Apparently, many years before a regiment of Confederate soldiers had marched in that direction headed toward the battle of Fort Smith. They would lose that battle, and the Union troops would take over the town.
I wonder if they continue to march toward a battle they’ll lose.
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