I received this letter from a good friend that lives near Gettysburg. It's quite an adventure and it would be well for all to read it….especially if you ever plan on staying at the Farnsworth Inn in Gettysburg. I have edited this five-page letter down to three pages. I share it with her permission. 

We stayed at Farnsworth again.  We were booked in the Jenny Wade room which no one had said was haunted.  As the lady from the book store walked us into the room the first thing we were hit with was the smell.  The next was an instant cold.  The woman said "oh you have a visitor".  Of course I asked what she meant and she told me it was the ghost of Mary, a midwife that refuses to leave until the baby that she delivered which was born dead 

I wrote all of this stuff down.  The cold spots which moved never left the room for very long and truthfully it was a comforting feeling.  I just felt that we were enveloped by good humor and will.  Nothing like the last time------in fact I had no nightmares and I slept something that is hard for me to do without some kind of medical help.  I didn't feel intimidated, nothing. 

I used my EMF detector for the first time.  Guess what?  I got readings---bouncing as "Mary" moved from 2-6 or 7.  It was not around any other electrical force.  As you know the cheap version I got has to be placed right at the source to work.  I put it into the first cold spot I found.  It went wild.  I pulled it back and it went down to a click every 2 second or so---below a one.  I then placed it right on the bed area where it was cold also.  It would ebb and flow with the movement of the cold spot.

I was like WOW.  Even my husband who is the die-hard skeptic is wondering "what the Heck is this!”  He knew too that the EMF had to be near a "source" for it to go off and that there was nothing else around that bed. 

I loved this.  It was way to neat.

I took pictures there and at the Farnsworth.  I took pictures at the Jenny Wade House.  Saturday morning we had to leave early so we went to the battlefield and I took pictures at the Devil's Den and the Triangular Field.

Let's go back though to Friday night after supper.  We had reservations to go to the basement for storytelling.  They have a night walk and stories in the basement (costs extra) for guests and non-guests.  So we went down and found seats and she began her stories.  Very eerie, very strange tales.  Supposedly of course all true.  At the end we went up to talk to her-----she was very good in telling stories and we had spoken with her before.  We found out that the Garret Room was closed down because of people going into their bathroom and seeing a bloody mess.  Strange?  Ok here is strange and this is why I don't need pictures this time.  I asked if it was true that a Confederate Soldier had died here and that of course was true.  She said he died in the Catacombs but that no one goes into them anymore because they are so bad.  Bad???  Evil.  A radio crew had come in for Halloween to do a live broadcast.  They wanted to do it from inside the Catacombs.  A man was grabbed as he walked down the stairs and another crewmember saw something not so pretty.  By the time of airtime, there was only ONE man left to do the broadcast.  One.  The employees used to have to go out the way of the Catacombs when they were done, now they go out the door out front which you will see.  I said, "Darn I would love to see them".  She said NO YOU WOULDN'T.  She said there is something evil down there.  Evil and nasty and the presence is strong.  I kinda scoffed at what she was saying.  I asked if I could open the door and she said be my guest but that she would not touch the door.  I told my husband to open the door and he said No.  Mr. Brave would not touch the door to the catacombs for a million dollars.  So I said oh gee guys-----I will open the door and snap a picture and be done with it.  Geesh----cowards.  I stepped into this small side room to touch the door, reaching out my hand and I was ZAPPED BY SOMETHING IN THE PALM OF MY LEFT HAND.  It started as a tingling and then actually burned & hurt.  I have never jumped and ran so fast in all my life.  The storyteller grabbed me and said are you ok and I was like AH NO, something TOUCHED ME.  Needless to say we helped her close down the cellar and got her out of there.  She was scared to death.  Me?  I was kinda ZAPPED.  I was in a daze of sorts and really, really tired.  See she felt that what touched me was the ghost that occupied our room.  Mary.  She felt that Mary was warning me to keep out because------------drum roll please----------as I was reaching at my hand and calling them chickens-----------the smell of roses/lavender traveled in the air past my husband, past the storyteller's face into that section with me.  I smelled nothing.  Kinda like someone scolding and saying DON'T TOUCH-----it will burn.  The storyteller insisted that it was Mary (maybe wanted to believe it) but I am not sure.  I felt very TOUCHED by this thing----and it was not a pleasant feeling.  IT WAS like someone telling me that I had better not try and come in.  Evil.  I went back to the room and slept like a baby.

See my husband even told me yesterday that he hadn't wanted to say anything but right before I went to stretch my hand out to touch the door the strong odor of roses was in the air.  He didn't want to tell me and have me not sleep.  I don't think he should've worried.  I was out like a candle.  No fear this time. 

I was told the activity at the Farnsworth House has increased-----they went from 3 ghosts to 14 now.  The spirits are agitated and they feel it is because of what is in the basement.

Oh if anyone visits Farnsworth------get a picture or two of the canal running through the middle of the garden outside in the yard.  I was told that quite a few soldiers lost their life there after they were wounded and could not get out to save themselves so when it rained they were drowned in the rising waters.

Ok enough for now.  Quite a lot huh?  So like I said my trip was more about the physical than the visual this time.  I am disappointed in some areas and not in others.  To think a ghost thought I was important enough to touch------whether good or evil.  Last thing-------as we left the building for about 20 miles outside of town the smell of roses stayed inside the van along with a floating cold spot.

<sigh>  I am bushed.  So much for romantic weekend.  Ugh.  Romance?  What is that?

Thanks you Becky for teaching us about Gettysburg   :)
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