Encounters With A Baldknobber

My friends and I have always been fascinated by the paranormal. We only recently decided to try our hand at ghost hunting around our town when I got a new digital recorder, just to see if we could get some EVPs like they do on the ghost hunting shows. It's very stupid reasoning, I know, especially since I seem to be the one that gets the extended contact with the people we're trying to more-or-less have a conversation with.

I mulled over what to put as my first story here on YGS and settled on the most recent happenings with me and this new spectral friend of mine.

The first encounter with this guy was back in January when my friend, Khalil, and I decided to record at the marker stone on the town square here in Ozark. The marker stone is placed roughly where three men from an old Civil War vigilante group known as the Baldknobbers were hung for murder - there was supposed to be a fourth but he escaped the jail.

Not really knowing what to do, Khalil and I just started talking to see if we could get a response. As it was very cold that night and we didn't seem to be getting a response, or so we thought, we decided to leave. When we got into the car, Khalil started fiddling with the recorder, trying to remember how it worked so he could play the recording for us. While he was doing that, I happened to look back at the marker stone. Leaning against the stone looked like a silhouetted man in a wide-brimmed hat. I shook Khalil and told him to look, but he shrugged me off, so I looked back at the stone. He was still there and this time he waved to me. I waved back, and then once more tried to get my friend to look.

"There's a guy there," I said.

"What guy?" was his response. I looked at the spot and the man was gone.

It was a rainy day in March that I had the next experiences with him. I was sitting on the computer when my dog told me she really needed to go out, so I told my friends on my IMs that I was taking her around the block real quick. When I reached for the door, I had what I suppose might be called a vision. I'm not sure on that point. But in the vision I was holding the recorder in my hand and looking at the screen and I heard myself ask, "What's your name?" Clear as if I was listening on the other end of my phone, I heard from the recorder: "Billy."

Then I was back to looking at the door again. The recorder had never been in my hand, mind. It had been on the coffee table since January, untouched because of my lack of time to go out on a hunt due to school work. Not really shaken so much as very confused as to what happened just then, I took my dog around the block and returned toward home. At the end of the driveway, I had what seemed like another of the odd visions, although I'm not sure if this was one or not.

In the vision-like thing, more of a feeling than an actual vision like the last one, I walked up the drive, and I could feel myself going up the drive, but it felt muffled. It was like I was walking through water. I stopped at the beginning of the walkway that leads from the driveway to the front step. Standing there was a man in old time looking clothes: a rough looking white button up shirt and dark pants and a wide-brim hat. I couldn't see much else about him, but then I didn't really think about that much as he started coming toward me.

"Don't you have a hat of your own inside?" he asked, then took his hat off and put it on my head. Despite all the rain coming down and being soaked clean through with my jeans and hair and almost as much with my jacket, it felt like the rain wasn't hitting my head anymore, even though I knew it should've been. After the vision-like feeling went away, I hurried on inside and sat down on the computer to tell my friends about it, as well as to see if anyone named Billy had been in the Baldknobber group. One of the hanged men had been named Billy.

Please feel free to give your opinions on this encounter, everyone. Thanks for reading.

Ratoncito