My story that I have to share gives me chills when I talk about it. It started when my school took a trip to Gettysburg. I was on a ghost tour of the town when we went to the college. I can’t remember where I was standing all I no is that I had a bag that slung over my shoulder when it started to move from behind my back to infront of me the way soldiers in the civil war had them. I looked all around me while this was going on but everyone in my group was nowhere near me at the time. When I relized this I froze and I swear you could see in the dark my face go pale and I could feel my blood go cold for an instant. I know now that I wasn’t in any harm but to this day I know that if I ever go back there in anything similar to the uniforms they had to wear and is not correct I can be sure that there’s someone who I won’t see that will fix it for me. But that ghost has changed my prospective on the Paranormal life from that day forward.