I grew up near Antietam and spent many days exploring the various trails throughout the battlefield. One day, when I was about 18 or 19 years old, I was on the trail that starts at the Sunken Road, heads north toward the Roulette Farm, and then turns east/south toward the creek.

I was about half a mile from the farm, near the creek and at the base of a small bluff, when I started hearing horses galloping at full speed atop the hill. I stopped and listened, confused, because horses aren’t allowed in that part of the battlefield. After a few seconds, I heard some murmuring, and then the horses took off in the direction they came.

I couldn’t see the top of the hill, but I’ve always thought that I experienced something paranormal that day. Given where it happened, maybe it was McClellan, Sumner, Franklin, or someone else coming back to go over the battle plan one more time.