Ghost Stories from the American Civil War: Phantom Regiments, Haunted Battlefields, and the Dark History of a Divided Nation (Ghosts of War)($14.99Value)

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The battlefields are quiet. But the soldiers never left the lines. The American Civil War remains the bloodiest, most traumatic conflict in the nation’s history. Over 620,000 men perished—not just from bullets and cannon fire, but from the unspeakable horrors of 19th-century field medicine, freezing winters, and brutal prisoner-of-war camps. The sheer concentration of sudden, violent death saturated the American landscape with a psychic trauma so intense that, in many places, the war never truly ended. In Ghost Stories from the American Civil War , you will step past the bronze monuments and manicured park lawns to uncover the terrifying, unvarnished supernatural history of a divided nation. From the slaughter pens of Gettysburg and Antietam to the starvation camps of Andersonville and the haunted boarding houses of Washington D.C., this captivating collection explores the heavy, lingering residue of America's darkest hour. Walk the silent battlefields and discover: The Phantom Regiments of Gettysburg: The chilling mass hauntings of Iverson’s Pits, where tourists report entire translucent regiments rising from the mist. - The Bloody Pond of Shiloh: The macabre, heat-stroked folklore of the Tennessee watering hole where the phantom splashing of dying horses still echoes in the dark. - The Hellscape of Andersonville: The overwhelming, suffocating psychic trauma of the notorious POW camp, where the spectral figures of emaciated soldiers still wander the empty fields. - The Ghost Train of Abraham Lincoln: The enduring, nationwide folklore of the black-draped, spectral train that travels the rails every April, silencing the night. Perfect for fans of military history, dark tourism, and documented unexplained phenomena, this book takes you on a chilling, battlefield-by-battlefield tour through a landscape where the final shots are still echoing in the dark. Listen to the trees in the Wilderness. The drums are still beating.