The Summer after I graduated High School some of my buddies and I used to go to the Civil War battle fields around Nashville, Franklin and the Boro. One night we went down to the Carnton Plantation just to snoop around (we had been numerous times during normal hours and heard all of the stories). For those who don't know, the Carnton Plantation was the site of one of the bloodiest battles in Tennessee...somewhere around 10,000 soldiers killed, wounded, captured or reported missing. Well, one Friday night we went down to the entrance around 1am just to snoop around. We parked and got out and just stood there for a couple minutes looking at the outline of the house in the distance.
We sat and cut up with one another and just relaxed, leaning on the gate looking at the house for about 15 minutes... The wind picked up, and rustled the huge willow tree next to the cemetary on property. It died down and at that time we heard clanking, like someone walking with tin-cans hanging off of them... This was at the far end from us of the cemetary... The sound shifted from clanking cans to the sound of one can being dragged across the metal fence, at a very slow pace. It started faintly at the far end, and got louder, as if it were coming towards us. It continued until it got to the spot of the fence closest to us, and then it stopped for a second. I never saw anything, but the hair on my neck and arms stood up, and at that point the clanking started again, as if it was going away from us... The sound got faint again, and just as if someone was walking the perimiter of the fence line, it started getting closer again... My buddy and I both scrambled back to his truck without saying a word to each other. We didn't stick around to see if the noise continued its path... On our way out of driveway, a police car stopped us and asked what we were doing up there because it was so late... We told him we just went up to the gate to look at the house.. After he determined we didn't vandolize anything, and we weren't stealing anything he told us a couple stories about his experiences at the house. The one I will never forget was he got a call late night in November about some noises and motion lights going off at the house... He said he walked up to the house from the gate and saw a figure pacing the front of the house, as he got closer he saw it was a younger guy dressed in Confederate grey, as he got closer, the guy just turned the corner and vanished. As he sat there trying to comprehend what just happened, he said he started hearing some faint screams, and a mans voice that kept saying no coming from the top floor of the house. He said there was no sounds of movement, or any signs that there was someone in the house, and just as fast as he heard it, it stopped... He said he got spooked and walked back to his car at a fast pace, parked next to the gate (right where my friend and I had parked)... He said as he got closer, he could hear a clanking sound going across the fence line of the cemetary... I haven't been back to that place since that night.. I got really spooked by everything that I witnessed and was told. I do know the house was used as a hospital during the battle of Franklin, and there are still blood stains on the walls and floors from where they performed surgery on the wounded.
That's my only personal experience I've had with anything that could be considered paranormal, etc.
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