From: rs@mbunix.mitre.org (Szczypinski)
Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories
Subject: Ghostly Recordings
Date: 19 Aug 92 20:40:13 GMT
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Organization: The MITRE Corporation, Bedford, MA


      A few years back , when I was, I think a junior in high school;85' or so
 my friend   John and I were teamed up for science fair. Our task was a study of nocturnal-  
 
animals and their habits. We thought it would be a good idea to have some sound affects to highlight our science display. We set out at about 10pm I think to a 
spot in the woods that was as far as we could get from any roads and houses, because we didn't want our recording to have any car horns or dogs barking etc.
  It was late September and it was a pretty cold night , so we wanted to set the recorder and then get the heck back home. We found the spot ok, and set the recorder near a large pine tree. We weren't too concerned with leaving the recorder mainly because it was in a pretty isolated spot. It was only a 120min tape , but that was all we needed. We headed back home. 

  The next day was a saturday so we went back to get the recorder. We were eager to hear if we got any good sounds so we sat down and listened to the recording from the beginning, what the tape contained was eerrie to say the least. 
  It started as we expected , hearing ourselves walking away , a few crickets that were still hanging around. Nothing really good happened until we figured about an hour into the tape. We wanted animals, but as we listened, we heard the sounds of someone on horseback. It started out faint but grew to seem like it must have been within 20-30 feet of the recorder. The horse sounded as if it came to a halt. Moments later.. there were human footsteps, presumably from the rider, walking directly to the vi










 of the tape recorder and as they got closer, faded out completely. My friend and I were a little pissed off because, we figured someone who decided to take a night ride in the woods , was in the middle of our sound affects tape, and we would have to do it over. We continued listening to the tape despite it's uselessness.
  Fifteen more minutes into the tape freaked me out completely. There were a series of broken words, this is what we heard the best we could deciper:

 ".... ounded , .. field.. sand... captain ...   .......powder."  

   some laughter followed. It sounded almost what you hear if your television is turned down almost all the way and its very quiet, and you can make out only a few words.  As the tape went on there were men yelling and what sounded like a whole mess of horses and men riding through, with whinny's and metal clinking. Then it just stopped,.. the horses didn't fade they just stopped making noise. We were extremely puzzled. There was nothing else of that nature on the tape. I tried to rationalize this an










red that for some reason or another a bunch of peple decided to ride through these woods on horseback. It sounded stupid , but what else could we think. That is until we realized that there were no tracks of any kind, save our own. No hoof prints , footprints or horse droppings. My exact words in that realization were "What the F*ck?"
  We checked out the entire area, and nothing. We went home totally confused and listened to the recording with our other friends and all agreed on it's contents. We went back to the area and checked some more, we decided on the direction the horses must have been going due to the location of the recorder, about a mile away we ran across a place we all knew, It was a cemetary no less. It was no longer in use , because it was where soldiers from the civil war were buried circa 1860. These events occur










 N.H. where I grew up and it still gives me the creeps today. We never did get our recording for the science fair , but we got a B+. 
 I still am a bit skeptical on the recording , but I'm not sure why. 
 Was it really soldiers riding home, or was it just the cheap Emerson recorder.
 
                                               Ray Szczypinski  
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