Interesting topic! Here's my Alabama Confederate Ghost story.

When I was about 4 yrs old and my brother was 6, our grand-daddy would take us grand-kids "Hank hunting" out to the old cemetery across the pasture where the Confederate Soldiers were buried. The cemetery was all grown over with trees and briars back then. My uncles would dress up in old bed sheets and hide in the cemetery to jump out and scare us as we creeped around the grave sites. Now remember I was only about 4 yrs old so my uncles were actually real ghosts to me. I guess that's why what I saw just seemed to be another ghost and I didn't think much of it at the time, I just screamed again and ran off. However, the memory of what I saw stuck with me over the years.....never having discussed this with my brother, I finally brought it up when we were well in our 30's. I asked him if he remembered the night that Uncle Billy had climbed the pecan tree dressed up as a hank, and swung down to the ground on a rope...I was convinced he was a flying ghost....anyway, after he ran off toward the old barn hootin' and hollering, I turned back towards the cemetery and sitting atop one of the raised tombs was an old Confederate Soldier. He had a long white beard down to his belly and a balding head. He was a frail little man dressed in a old tattered uniform with what looked liked straps of some sort coming over his shoulders, criss-crossing at his mid section and buckling to his belt. He was sitting there with his legs crossed and his hands on his knees, just a throwing his head back and laughing at all us screaming youngins. He stopped laughing and threw a menacing stare right at me...I screamed, turned and ran...looked back and he was gone. The eerie part about all this is that I never said anything about it to no one until I told my brother when we were grown and dang if he didn't swear to seeing the same exact thing...just as I described it. He even told me which tomb it was the soldier was sitting on....I hadn't said which one, but he was right.