I was told this story when I was about twelve years old by my uncle. Even now, he still gets chills discussing it. This story took place sometime in the mid 1940s in New Braunfels, Texas.

My Uncle, along with my grandparents, dad and my other six aunts and uncles, had moved into a very small and old shack like house. Well, one day my uncle happened to find a small shed located behind the house, so he and my dad went exploring in the shed and came upon a very old sword, that resembled a sword from the Civil War era.

My uncle took it to my grandfather, and they placed it up on the wall inside the house for a decoration. That night as everyone went to bed, my uncle experienced one of the most horrifying events he ever faced in his life. As he rolled over in his bed, he saw a man dressed in an old Civil War uniform, standing over him. My uncle said he stayed there all night long, just giving him the meanest look of anger.

That following morning, my uncle told my grandfather about the event that had taken place the night before, and my grandfather immediately removed the sword from the wall and returned it to its rightful place. My uncle never had another encounter with the ghost again.

My uncle believes that, even if you're dead, your possessions should not be disturbed.