This book is the story of the paranormal events that occurred on the property of an old home in the south. It reads at times like a horror novel. It is filled with ghostly apparitions on the old battlefields of wars fought between the Indians and the Cavalry and even Civil war skirmishes. Here on the land that I had moved onto lay a hidden cemetery. In which the many victims of two evil men lay buried, with only their spirits to tell their tales. I could see them in the night as I looked out my back door. Spirits of the un-dead, they were. I shuttered as I looked up and saw him swinging in the breeze, a rebel solider hanging from the old oak tree. The property I had moved onto was the worst situation of paranormal that I had ever had to heal. It not only had ghosts, apparitions, imprints from a massacre, but also, bodies of slain victims of a psychopath who buried them on the land. This monster had placed satanic symbols over the bodies to keep their spirits trapped in the place they were buried. The spirits want their story to be told. This is their story.