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’Tis the season for Halloween and ghosts. In my experience, Pennsylvania’s Cashtown Inn is haunted. Built around 1797 as a stagecoach stop along the road between Chambersburg and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, the Cashtown Inn became a tavern in 1815. Owner Peter Marck reportedly insisted on cash payments, giving the inn and eventually the surrounding village the name Cashtown. Eh eh? On 29 June 1863, Confederate General A.P. Hill (and his red shirt) established headquarters at the inn and two days later, Confederate troops advanced east toward Gettysburg, where some battle happened. During and after the fighting, the inn served as a Confederate headquarters and field hospital. A stream runs under the inn. According to local claims, so many amputations took place there that severed limbs were piled outside and the water running through the basement was literally red. We have the visuals? Following the Confederate defeat, the inn served as a headquarters during the evacuation of badly wounded Confederate soldiers toward Virginia. 👻 The ghosts. The stories are many and here are some of mine. I have been touched a number of times there, starting on my first visit. I was trying to chat up the owner and something kept hitting my lower back. I thought it was a stool. There was no stool within feet of me. I dragged my parents there, like any good son would. My mother was dead asleep until someone gently brushed the hair off her brow and my father woke up to see a soldier sitting on the foot of the bed. Neither expected anything. They weren’t ghost people, just visitors to an old inn. I captured excellent footage from a video camera sitting on a rocking chair. The footage went up and down as the chair rocked. A second camera, pointed directly at the chair and first camera, mysteriously died. None of its footage survived. Those are some of my stories. The place has a lot of energy. I’d not make a claim if I didn’t believe it. Photos are the Inn, the bed where hair was brushed, the basement with the creek/spring, my creepy self and the couch I was on had sh*t happen while I witnessed it.