In the nearby village. When the civil came to an end a woman who did laundry for survival moved to the city with her husband. They occupied a house situated at the end of a street.

Every night, the woman would hear footsteps outside the window; it was usually very loud and clear. She narrated this experience to her husband who only just told her, "the next time you hear that, don't look out". She she further told this to her neighbor, who then explained that the footsteps are those of Confederate soldiers who died in a hospital nearby during the civil war. They think they are still alive and thus march to fight the every night.

The next night, the noise came again and out of curiosity, without heeding the husband’s advice, the woman peered out of the window. She beheld a horrifying sight. The sound indeed came from the army of the dead – dead soldiers marching like zombies, grumbling as they advanced to the war, followed by horses, chariot ambulances, and cannons they pulled along.

The sky above them was terrifyingly blood red ushering in blood drops against the natural rains. It was petrifying!