My husband and I traveled to Gettysburg just a couple weekends ago, in late April.
We were there over the Easter weekend, and stayed in the Holiday Inn near the
Battlefield. It is where we always stay when we go there.
We hit a couple of cemeteries in the area and headed out to the Battlefields,
and were plenty busy for a couple days. When it was time to leave,
I mentioned to my husband that I had not even gotten around to visiting any of
the old historic buildings this time around.
So, being the nice guy that he is, he asked me if I would like to have a little lunch
at the Dobbin House, seeing how we had never even walked into the building in all the times we had been in town.
Sounds great, I said happily, as I packed my camera away, determined to simply enjoy the ambience of the authentically old tavern.
It was everything we thought it would be, down to the mud daubing, fieldstone and wooden beams. All they had done to the place was establish electrical wiring, and had left the old place alone.
It was great!
So we ate and looked around, elbow to elbow with some other tourists, and when it
was time to leave, we made our way to the roughhewn doorway.
Tom went before me and I stood back, waiting for a couple ladies to come down the last six steps from the landing. He started up and I followed, one hand on the railing and my eyes on the not-too-level-stairs.
Suddenly, someone in a white puffed long sleeve shirt and dark pants, brushed past me quickly, his arm with a rolled up sleeve, brushing against the sleeve of my coat.
I jumped to the side, flattening myself against the wall as I said loudly, "Oh, Excuse me!".
To no one.
I looked down the six steps from the middle landing, and there was no one there. I looked up the next six steps to the top landing, where my husband stood, grinning at me like a loon.
"So, who ya talking to, Neev?" he chuckled, as I stood there, quietly freaking out.
This was at 1:30 in the afternoon, on a beautiful clear cool day in April.
Nope, it doesn't have to be night to see a ghost.
