The tale is worth the time I take to write it. The day I stood at the soldiers grave marker sent chills up my spine. I was unable to say the fall breeze which rustled the leaves around my feet was the cause. The feeling was more than sorrow, but a haunting telling of a story…gone, not forgotten, and one which will take you to the dark recesses of a time in our history of fear woven through a courageous heart. Here I begin my story. The day I stood at the grave on the hill overlooking the Stone house.

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I’m so excited to welcome all my followers to my new blog about haunted history!! I believe history should be exciting, fun, interactive and full of mystery. In this first series I travel to Manassas, Virginia where you will walk alongside me on the battlefield of Bull Run, named for a stream running through the field. Also named Manassas, for the closet town. This was the first major land battle during the Civil War, within 30 miles of Washington, D.C. and close enough that U.S. senators would witness the fighting. You can look forward to stories of my travels, places I have been, experiences and things I have personally witnessed. Be part of the story I tell as those that lived before us share their harrowing memories of a period of history never forgotten.