When I was about 13, a friend and I spotted an old
graveyard on a hilltop behind a newly build subdivision.
The subdivision was in east Independence called Salem East.
We were of course curious about it so we set out on a small
hike across a corn field, creek and cow pasture bound and
determined to explore our new find.
When we finally reached
the site, we found that it was a very small cemetery
enclosed in a large fence that must have been at least 6
feet tall if not 8. It was padlocked so we had to climb the
fence to gain entrance.
My friend started getting freaked
out that we were going to get caught (even though we were
in the middle of a cow pasture with no houses in sight) so
she made me climb first. Almost as soon as I started to
climb the fence, the wind started blowing. The higher I
climbed, it seemed the stronger the wind got. Then as soon
as my feet hit the soil on the other side, it stopped. It
was if some unseen force was trying to keep me out.
Nothing
happened when my friend climbed over, and nothing unusual
happened after that either.
We picked up some of the gravestones that were overturned and arranged some of the
toppled ones. Both of us were extremely moved by what had happened that day and we vowed never to return without
flowers for the deceased.
To this day neither of us have been back to that cemetery, and I still vow never to return
unless I bring flowers.
Contact me here: cdutzel@comcast.net
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