The Old House in Gettysburg

Me and my family just bought a house in Gettysburg. It's a nice old farmhouse. Is that the most interesting part? NO! It's built on one of the battefields where a major battle of the Battle of Gettysburg took place. When I asked my father about it he said, "This is where most of the casualties on the Confederates happened, on the hill right behind our house". Just perfect right? Yeah ok. Anyway I got the large room (which was the attic) It was fairly big except for the small door in the far end of the room. I kinda blew it off and continued unpacking the rest of my room. After I was done i got curious about the door. I've seen enough shows and movies to know that small doors are usually never good. Then again I'm a 19 year old boy of course im going to go inisde of the room. I slowly opened the door to make sure no rats or anything came out but the instant it cracked it open a loud scream came out of the room saying, "JESUS CHRIST SPARE THE CHILDREN". After that I heared some shouts and gun shots. I nearly shit my pants, but besides that my curiosity grew. I crawled inside the room to see childrens drawings all over the walls. Nothing TOO creepy but still sent chills down my spine. I spent a year in Afghanistan and saw some nasty and scary things but this still sent shivers down my spine. They weren't creepy pictures just pictures of horses, cows, his or her family etc. Then I saw in the corner of the room a 1861 Colt revolver. Primarly used by the confederates, now that was creepy. I picked it up and opened it to see if there were bullets still left. When I opened it all the shell casings popped out, and they were all spent (EMPTY). I looked around more to see paper cartriges on the floor also. Paper cartriges were used to load muskets. I then left the room and locked the door with the pistol still in hand. Did this have to do with the voice I heard? Or was it just a relic left behind by a soldier in a hurry to leave. I layed on my bed and stared to think, then I started to dose off. I heard loud bangs and boom and I sat up and found myself in the middle of a field with smoke all around me and the smell of gundpowder and blood all around me. Then I heard, "GET THESE DAMN YANKS!". Then a volly of muskets rang out. I dropped to the ground and looked around and only saw black figures running around and blood spilling out of the ones who were being shot and hit by cannon fire. Then I saw my house with soldiers in Gray running towards it and I thought I heard my mom scream "HELP!". I jumped up and ran towards the house jumping over bodies and weaving through soldiers. When I reached the porch I saw a woman with her brains blown all over the wall. I then procceded into the house and found more dead bodies and I heard shouting from the attic. I ran up to find a child and a father huddled in the corner surrounded by confederate soldiers. The father shouted out, "JESUS CHRIST SPARE THE CHILD!". The one officer stepped foward and said " Scotty I done told ya not to side with dem yanks, now you must pay for yer crimes against the glourious south". He raised his pistol and shot the father and the son with all 6 shots. He then turned to me and said, "Your next you damn yank!". I ran down the stairs and tripped, th next thing I know was I was sitting up on my bed. I looked around to make sure that it was all a dream. I then got up and found a note at my feet. I slowly opened it and it read, "You now know what happened to me and my son, the gun was a portal for you to see our story. Your in trouble now, the only way to end this is to bury the pistol with the old General. His name was General McAree, he was my brother. He died at Gettysburg... he's one of the graves at the national cemetary, good luck boy." With that I knew my misson. It was already late so I tried to sleep, I kept seeing the murder over and over again. Then I felt as if someone was watching me so I slowly sat up and saw the general standing at the end of my bed with the pistol aimed at me. He then said "Time to die boy!". I rolled out of bed and grabbed the revolver and aimed it at him. He said "Dammnation how'd yous get that?." He frowned then said, "That don't matter anyhows, Gettysburg is crawling with demons and spirits ain't no way you gonna get that to my grave". I replied, "Watch me". I procceded to tuck the revolvers into my jeans and walk to my truck. He followed me reapeating, "Aint no way boy it aint gon' happen in your life time". I got into my truck and started to drive towards the national cemetery. I got to the enterance which was gated off. I stopped my truck and opened my door but before I could get out the gates slowly opened. I drove slowly towards the cemetery. When I got there bright orbs were floating around the graves. I got out with the revolver and walked towards the graves with my flashlite. With over thousands of graves I had a lot of work to do. I walked towards the M's but it felt as if something was off. Then i felt a hand on my soldier. I turned and saw a zombie like ghost behind me it said, "There is no escape from your fate". I turned and ran as fast as I could, I accidentally tripped and when I looked up I saw the grave of the General. I stood up and put the revolver on the top of the grave. I slowly started to dig with my hands until I saw a skull with a bullet hole in the head. I layed the Revolver on the bones and covered it back up again. After I put the last pile of dirt on the grave a large beam of light blasted up knocking me on my ass. I heard screams and then laughter and then silence. I finally ended it. The ride home I was thinking of why me? Why did I just find the Pistol and why did I have to end it? Well as long as thats over, im fine.

AFTERMATH-

I found this article online. The man who typed it's name was James Gollins. He was a marine for 2 years. He spent a year in Afgahnistan. A few months after this article was written James's body was found in his attict room with several bullet holes in his chest. No killer has been found but the weapon at the scene of the crime was a 1861 Colt revolver and a note reading, "You can't escape your fate". Supposedly whoever comes in contact with the pistol is doomed to the same fate. So far 3 familys lived in that house since the civil war and each of them has had atleast one death similar to this.