This is a letter from my friend Becky concerning Gettysburg PA. If you want to hear about one of the most haunted places in the world, read this!

I will tell you I love Gettysburg and the surrounding areas.  I think that section of PA is one of the most steeped in legend and horror and of course ghosts as any other I have ever read about.  Just the atmosphere is different there.  It is like walking into another place and time.  Nothing much has changed.  I think you have to come with a very opened mind on the possibilities, expecting to see something unusual or expecting nothing.  I went truly expecting nothing.  I got the most haunted house in Gettysburg (a B&B called the Farnsworth House) and their most "active" room.  I thought that time had stood still.  I went into it with a joke in my mind figuring that I could be so lucky to have something really wild happen to me.  Well it did and it left me shaken for most of this past week.  It is bad enough to have a house of your own that is filled will orbs of all shapes and sizes and degrees of intensity (and some outlines of figures) and then to go where you get the noises to accompany what you already know exists.  I was not brave enough to take pictures inside the house for some reason.  The legendary cold spots were everywhere.  I either froze or sweated.  I had nightmares, which I don't usually have.  I heard footsteps and things being dragged across the floor in the attic which is another bedroom they use BUT found out they haven't used it for a while now (maybe too active).  There was the sound of pacing outside my door-------back and forth.  I heard a baby cry in the middle of the night because I was wide-awake (they do not allow children under the age of 12 to stay there).  The battlefields and certain areas are remarkable because I think even someone going there with a closed mind gets a taste of being opened to all that surrounds them.  It is devastating.  It makes your heart ache.  You just want to run out onto the field and carry the soldiers (both sides) that are injured that you imagine------away from the carnage.  You want to comfort the dying that seems to be reaching out to your vehicle as you so casually drive by.  I wanted to burst into tears and for a few moments in time I was lost to the tune of a very different place.

Thanks Becky for sharing with us  :)