Gettysburg, Pennsylvania is a destination of very high interest among paranormal researchers and enthusiasts due to record high instances of claims regarding otherworldly activity. My family and I were among the many others who claim to have seen and heard remnants from the town's disturbing history that serve to remind us that the past can never be truly buried or forgotten.
In her lifetime, my grandmother had travelled to several fascinating destinations with her sister Valerie and her brother in law Robert. During the summer of 1990, they decided to spend a weekend in Gettysburg. They had spent the day exploring the town and enjoying the exhibitions that attract several hordes of tourists to Gettysburg every year. One particular exhibition, which has gained a fair amount of popularity, is the Gettysburg Cyclorama, a theater that contains a 360 Degree canvass screen. The screen depicts full motion video of a historical reenactment of the Battle of Gettysburg to give visitors a vague feeling of what it was like to participate in the gruesome battle.
They checked into a roadside motel in the country at around three in the afternoon. The motel was constructed beside a vast field and was surrounded by a log fence with loopholes carved all along the perimeter. They surmised that the motel was potentially the remains of a historic fort Union soldiers were stationed within to repel Confederate advances. Their room was decorated with periodic elements to provide the motel with a sense of historic authenticity consistent with the 1860s.
They decided to go to sleep at around ten that night. At roughly 5AM the following morning, my grandmother was abruptly awoken by a series of strange sounds coming from outside in the fields. They sounded suspiciously like several fifes and drums all playing together in unison. She silently stood up and opened the window, careful not to wake my great aunt and uncle. When she opened the window, the sounds grew even louder, thereby eliminating any possibility that it was merely her imagination. She listened attentively for a few more minutes and the sounds soon stopped. She then closed the window slowly and crept back to her bed once all was quiet again. She preferred not to wake the others and decided to wait until dawn to inform them of the incident. Even to this day, my grandmother still struggles to understand how my great aunt and uncle were not awoken by the noise. The only possible theory is that they had become far more exhausted by the day's events and this made it much easier for them to drown out the sounds.
At breakfast, my grandmother described the sounds in the fields and they had no issues believing her. It was a major conversational topic between the three of them during the ride home. Sadly, after one hundred and twenty seven years since the decisive conflict during the Civil War, the spirits of those who became statistics during one of the bloodiest periods in American history were condemned to remain permanently upon the battlefields playing the same wartime music since the day they tragically met their demise.