Last year I went to Gettysburg. I was with my youngest son and we were at Little Round Top with no one else around. Hundreds of men fell there in a span of an hour or so during the battle. It was a very eerie feeling. Like being watched. yet peaceful. In all my years, I never gave any of this paranormal stuff any thought, one way or the other. There was definitely some sort of presence there. I won't say it was the "spirits of the fallen" but it was like the land itself was emitting a weird vibe. I was stone cold sober at the time too.