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ChickamaugaChattanooga, Tennessee I want to share something that happened while I was on my little vacation last month. Its sad, but all true. My friend Mark and I arrived in Chattanooga Tennessee on the anniversary of
the very bloody Civil War battle at Chickamauga. So of course we had to check it
out.
We drove out to the battlefield late that night. It was really foggy and rainy, not good weather for ghost hunting. We rode around, checking stuff out. Its very isolated, mostly forest intermingled with some open fields. Aside from a couple of park rangers on the main road we didnt see anyone else. We turned down a little side road and drove through some woods that passed a field with a big hill and a monument at the back. Of course I had to check it out, so we stopped and got out of the truck. We had hiked part of the way through the field when we
noticed a little trail that went into the woods on the right side of the open
area. We hiked down it a good ways. We turned back and started walking towards
the field when we heard a loud stomping noise, like a big horse stomping on dry
earth (keep in mind that it had been raining for a
We explored the area surrounding the hill, and the monument was really cool, but our attention was drawn to a tiny path that went into the woods behind the monument. Mark hiked down it a little ways to an open area with some cannons, then back to the top of the hill.  It was really foggy, and dark, and totally
creepy. After checking out the hill we started to walk down
the path when we heard that stomping noise again, and
a snort. Really loud, and very close. It certainly didnt sound like a deer. I
hesitated, thinking "what the f*ck was that?". . We decided to continue exploring the hill and leave the woods alone.
While on the hill we heard cannon fire, I swear to God, and some gunshots, very cool stuff. I don't know if they were ghostly or not, but they were still very cool.
Day 2. We decide to hit a bookstore, looking for information on the area. I find a book of local ghost stories and start reading the legends of Chickamauga. That's when I learned that the area of the battlefield we were in the night before is haunted by a creature known as "Old Green Eyes". And guess what. He is a f*cking bigfoot. Damn it. The one thing I am scared of. 
The book also had information about a really haunted area called Snodgrass Hill, that is located adjacent to the hill we were on the night before. So of course we had to check it out. The only problem was that in order to get to Snodgrass Hill we had to hike through the woods on the trail behind the monument. The same woods that we heard the freaky noises in that night before. So that night we went back, late. It was still rainy and foggy. I was scared, but determined. We hiked back through the battlefield and to the top of the hill. I cant even begin to tell you how much I did not want to walk down that freakin trail into the woods, but I did it. I even led initially, damnit. I was scared and it pissed me off. Mark was calm.We walked all the way through
 further not knowing where we
were in f*cking bigfoot land. I decided to hike back to the truck, get the damn
map, then hike back. He reluctantly agreed, although he was quite certain that
we needed to take the path with the steps.
So we hiked back through the creepy f*cking woods. On the way back I realized that those woods look just like the woods in this recurring bigfoot nightmare I've had since I was a toddler. That REALLY freaked me out. I was spazzing.
So, there you have it. The only time in my entire life that I chickened out. Jeez, I feel like such a wuss. Now I have to go back. ~Kriss
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