Several things have kept me away from my blog over the last several weeks. One of the largest things was Haunted Chattanooga. I have been working slowly on this book for History Press for a while and procrastinating with all the power in me. The deadline was this month and all my procrastination caught up with me. I had to write the book. Thank God Amy Petulla of Chattanooga Ghost Tours is my co-author, because she saved me on this one. She was organized and knew the ghost lore of Chattanooga like the back of her hand. Besides writing her own portion of the book, she helped me pull my portion together in a way that actually made sense. So I've been buried in ghost stories, but unable to write here. A few other things have slowed me down a little. My dog had puppies, which has kept me very busy, and I'm pregnant and the waves of morning sickness have been bad enough for me to take a few months off work to lay in bed and wonder why I thought having children might be a good idea.
I've met my deadline now and I'm feeling a little better and I'm determined to catch up. I want to catch up on my blog writing and reading. For now, here is a small taste of Haunted Chattanooga in the form of one small tale from Lookout Mountain. There are many, many ghost stories from Lookout Mountain, but this is one of my favorites.
It is not surprising that the Civil War left its fair share of ghosts behind on Lookout Mountain. Many battles and skirmishes were fought in the mountain's massive shadow. So many men died in the mountain's shadow that the soldier's sorrow has left an imprint in the stone. One of the more famous ghost stories of the mountain is a about a group of Union soldiers that got lost while fighting in the skirmishes at the base of the mountain. They became so lost that they wandered away from the battle to the other side of the mountain. They had already seen combat, so as they wandered the mountain they lost blood, food and morale. This was only made worse when members of their group began to die. Unfriendly locals helped pick off the gang of lost men, driving them deeper into the woods and further into a state of panicked madness as they realized that they might not ever make it off the mountain alive. The last that was seen of this lost regiment, there were only seven Union soldiers left alive. They were last seen in Blanche, Alabama, heading up the mountain. Residents of the area still say that they see the ghosts of the regiment, however. They say that they hear the soldiers’ ghosts crying out in the night. They say that the ghosts of the lost regiment still wander the mountain, trying to find their way home.