Imagine yourself, curled up in bed about to drift to sleep. Suddenly, you hear footsteps down the hall. A cold breeze blows across your face. You know it’s not your spouse, because he’s out of town and the children are asleep. You know there are no windows open in the bedroom. Fully awake, covered head to toe with goose bumps, what do you do? What could it be? Or, better yet, who could it be? A Ghost by My Side is about a young Union soldier who died on the spot where my house stands, just three miles from where the Union headquarters in Roswell, Georgia, were located over 140 years ago. The story weaves a haunting tale from two sides: the ghost and mine. It’s guaranteed to give you the willies, the goose bumps, and in some instances bring a lump of tenderness to your throat.