Spirits Remain At Brandy Station

(from fredericksburg.com) - The Old Graffiti House in Brandy Station is pitch-black dark.

As I sit in a chair, my back to the wall, a man named Ron walks down a central hall quietly asking questions.

"Is there anyone here?"

"Are you a soldier?"

"Are you waiting for a train to take you to Richmond or to Washington?"

"Has Gen. Lee been here?"

"Were you wounded in the Battle of Brandy Station?"

Ron's voice fades as he goes into a far room here on the first floor. His questions turn into statements of reassurance.

"We are not here to harm you," he promises the surrounding darkness.

For several minutes there is an eerie quiet, broken only by the occasional creaking of floorboards from the second story above.

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