I've always thought that my experiences in Doha, Qatar, were long dead and buried. I thought that after moving to the United States I'd be rid of all the paranormal phenomenon that haunted the lives of my children and myself. But recently something strange happened.
We are in the process of looking for colleges for my eldest who is a senior. Recently we took a trip to Gettysburg, Pennsylvania for this purpose. We reached late and checked into a hotel. Not the wisest idea in times of covid, but nonetheless, the next morning we explored the place and the grounds of the school. Our exploration led us to the site of the Gettysburg battlefield.
It was a cold day so we mostly drove through the place. It's beautiful and so full of history. We are big history fans here and anything as poignant as the bloodiest battle of the Civil war left us entranced. We got down to explore some of the war time monuments.
We didn't stay long as it was a bright clear crisp but cold morning. I noticed as I was walking back to the car, I felt my body grow heavy as if someone had placed a weight above my shoulders. I felt nauseated and drained of energy and got such a bad headache. I literally ran back and shut the door of the car. We literally did not stop after that, and quickly left the battleground. The feeling immediately evaporated as soon as we drove away and things went back to normal.
I've never been the one to believe in energy. I've always frowned of a place having residual energy as such, but this trivial incident has left me feeling unsettled and with questions. Why did I feel like that? Was is my imagination or something more?
After coming back home, I researched the history of the place. Well it was gruesome, it says that countless lives were lost and people have seen civil war soldiers and once or twice two college professors while they were stepping out of the elevator came upon a complete scene where they saw a civil war hospital with doctors and nurses and even wounded soldiers. The article says that all the spirits stopped and turned toward the elevators to look at the two professors who had quite accidentally stepped into 1863. So I'd really appreciate if someone could shed some light into what I experienced that day, please. Was it a figment of my imagination or people do feel like this in places with such sad energy? I look forward to hearing your take on this. Thanks for reading about my experience.