This experience of mine had taken place two days after Christmas. For the time being, I am trying to give my clairvoyant abilities a rest for reasons which I will explain in a later story. Anyway, it was two days after Christmas and I had been playing around with an app on my iPod Touch called Ghost Radar. I wasn't taking it too seriously as I hadn't gotten any significant results all day. I was in my room, not paying much attention to my iPod when suddenly a stream of words were said, one right after the other:
"Talk...war...rest...stay."
I looked at my iPod and saw that the radar had picked up on a red spirit (meaning a strong presence) standing right next to my bed, near my feet. That part of the room started to get inexplicably cold.
"Tom...man...in...rush...war."
The repetition of "war" was exciting for a geek like me (especially since I'm working on a major in Civil War history). However, I shouldn't have been so surprised. I live in an area that played a big (but little known) role in the American Civil War. A lot of people died here, so any contact I'd hope to make would probably be intercepted by a Civil War ghost.
"Can I ask you a question?" I said out loud. I got the uneasy feeling that the air was listening. All was quiet for a few moments before the Ghost Radar responded with "certainly."
"Are you a General? Are you the General Thomas 'Stonewall' Jackson, Commander of the second corp of the Virginian Army?" The vibe in my room changed from being quietly sentient to slightly humoured. Apparently this entity found my question amusing. "Maybe." It said. I laughed. "Well then sir, is there anything you'd like to tell me, anything I need to know?"
"Stay...rest...communicate...write...letter...Lee."
With this answer, I was floored. At that point, I was totally convinced, not only with this product's authenticity, but by the spirit who I was communicating with. Not only do I live in an area known for Civil War battles, but I live on a farm that's been passed down through the family. Most Generals would occupy farmhouses after a battle to regroup, set up camp, get supplies, take care of the wounded, and figure out what was the next course of action. Tom's final response indicated just that: he wanted to stay a while, rest up, then write a letter to Lee (as in Robert E. Lee) to regroup.
Sadly, after this amazing conversation, Tom disappeared and the radar went quiet. I didn't get any more responses for an hour, and then I turned my iPod off. I may try to contact Thomas again in the near future to hopefully find out just what he's doing in Nebraska.
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I know he was, but more than likely he's still on earth. Think about it: he led a lot of men into battle, something that might linger on his consience and he was wounded on a battlefield with unfinished business. Residents of Lexington (his hometown) report seeing him as well as his wife in the cemetery where they both are buried. I have once seen a picture of a ghostly figure standing directly behind the statue above his headstone as well as a white mist in the shape of a man on a horse who appears to be charging into battle. There are also stories of Virginia Military Institute being haunted by Jackson and Lee, both former teachers.