Probably the most significant experience I've had happened about 5 years ago when I went to go visit some friends in PA. They lived up in the mountains, perfect definition of being out in the middle of nowhere, but the view was stunning. My friends and I were walking along a path into the woods back behind their house when one of them tripped over what thought to be a rock in the ground. When he got up, he noticed that it wasn't a rock but a slab of cement sticking out of the ground covered in leaves and vines. He went to uncover it and we all realized that it was a partial piece of a headstone embedded into the ground. Just then the wind kicked up, but it was a very odd wind, almost like a swirling wind that just happened to come right towards us. A couple of us got a little spooked and wanted to head back to the house. As we were walking back the wind kicked up again, this time it stopped us all dead in our tracks cause we started to hear a woman crying. We were almost 2 miles away from any form of housing and as far as we knew, we were the only ones out in that area of the woods. We started to go off into different directions to see if maybe it was someone that was hurt or needed help. Myself and my best friend at the time headed further south from where we found the headstone. The wind would kick up again, and again, the sound of the woman's cries filled the air. We walked for hours it seemed and found no one, no where. We decided to head back cause it was getting dark. We got close to the spot where the headstone was found and my friend, who was a 100% skeptic at the time, stopped dead in her tracks, frozen stiff. I looked up to see what had caught her attention and there was white, ghostly shape kneeling next the the headstone. Her face was in her hands. There wasn't a sound to be heard other than a wimpier here and there. We took a few steps towards this form to try and figure out what it, or she was. The rest of our group hollered for us, myself, my friend, and the "grieving woman" , that is what we found out she was called, all looked in that direction, and just like that she vanished.
When we got back to the house, my friend was in panic mode as to what she just saw. Her dad had came into the room as her and I were sharing what we saw and told us that it sounds like we came across the "grieving woman." He told us how there has been several reports over the years of people hearing a woman's cry through the woods and a ghostly white mist hovering around the same area where we found the headstone. We called the local historian of the town to gather some information about what used to be back in those woods. All we came across was that there were numerous make shift camps built during the civil war for soldiers to rest and treat the wounded. Locals believe that the grieving woman cries over the death of her son and that part of the headstone was there belongs to her son.
When we got back to the house, my friend was in panic mode as to what she just saw. Her dad had came into the room as her and I were sharing what we saw and told us that it sounds like we came across the "grieving woman." He told us how there has been several reports over the years of people hearing a woman's cry through the woods and a ghostly white mist hovering around the same area where we found the headstone. We called the local historian of the town to gather some information about what used to be back in those woods. All we came across was that there were numerous make shift camps built during the civil war for soldiers to rest and treat the wounded. Locals believe that the grieving woman cries over the death of her son and that part of the headstone was there belongs to her son.