First off, bear with me because I'm trying to remember
this as best I can, and I think I have it down pretty
well. Enjoy! ^_^
Okay, background info:
When I first moved to my town, it
was in 1998, so I was 8 years old. I had to take a bus to
school everyday seeing as it was a few miles away. On the
ride to school every morning, we would pass a graveyard
that was hidden behind some trees, and up on a hill. Being
one of the only people on the bus, and not very social, I
always noticed it and it intrigued me since I knew it
existed. Also, at night when it's very dark in the house I
always feel like I'm being watched or something. And I
heard a lot of things at night and my animals are always
very flustered when walking around my house. At night, I
hear things in my room scratching on the wall and thumping
from under the floor. Also, my friends are scared to go
downstairs at night alone because they hate the feel of my
house. It creeps them out, as it does me. I always have
all the lights on, even though my dad yells at me. Oh,
yes, my house was built in 1860, so it's old.
A few years later (I think it was 2002) I finally went
there with a couple of my friends. We just went up to it
and looked at the headstones. They were from the 1800's
and it was a family plot. We had brought my dog, along
also as an excuse to go up there without being questioned (we said we were talking the dog for a walk).
Well, my friends and I, being the 7th graders we were, quickly
became bored and continued home. We walked back to my
house taking a longer route then we had came up. We came
to a large hill and a car was coming so we tried to go to
the side of the road, but my dog wouldn't move so I had to
pick her up. Once the car had passed, I fell down even
though I was standing still; Kind of like someone had hit
the back of my knees, or I got a sudden head rush, which I
didn't. After I got back up, my friends and I all felt as
if we were being followed by something malicious. When we
were about go turn back on to my street, we all got a
weird feeling and looked around. One of my friends said
that she saw a lady walking around in pilgrim like
clothes, when there was really no one there. We got back
to my house, and didn't think anything of it really.
A couple weeks later, my ex boyfriend and a few of our
friends were hanging out and we decided to go to the
graveyard. My boyfriend's friend had a pentagram charm on
his wallet, which I now have around my neck all the time.
When we got there, we yet again just looked around for a
little bit, yet longer than the first time I went there.
As soon as we got down, we all felt weird besides my
friend with the pentagram on. I wasn't a Wiccan at the
time, so I didn't think of that as a reason why he wasn't
affected. But anyway, we walked back to my house the same
way my friends and me had gone before. We were all creeped
out and felt something following us, yet again. Also, it
was pretty dark and we were walking in the middle of the
road, and a car went by so all my friends went to one side
and I ended up going on the opposite side. The car was
just tall enough so it blocked our view of each other, but
my boyfriend kept his eye on me the whole time. He said
that he could see through the car and that no one was in
it when he was looking. Yet again, when we got back to my
house we didn't care to speak of our experiences.
After not going to the graveyard for a few years, one of
my friends I met at High School and I went to it. She is
very into the paranormal and Wiccan religion. I showed her
the graveyard and she said she got a very bad feeling from
it. When we walked back, we went back the same way we
came. We both had on Pentagrams, and didn't feel anything
weird after that, but thought of explanations to the
graveyard.
We went again soon after, but this time we left our
Pentagrams outside the graveyard, and yet again, nothing
happened.
So the next time, we brought my Ouija board and used it.
We sat on a stone wall and started talking. We asked it
questions that only one of us knew to see if it was valid
because we both believe everything to be evil. We were
told that one of the women at the graveyard killed
herself... In my house, and in my room. I asked if that is
what I hear thumping at night and the spirit agreed. The
spirit then told us that he killed himself because he was
in love with her. He also told us that there is little
trinkets underneath a floorboard in my room. Now, my room
has a rug, and I had NO CLUE that there were floorboards
underneath my rug. And he told us that they were under a
floorboard with red speckled on it. Well, we cut up my rug
in the corner to see if there was a floorboard, and there
was. A green one. And after cutting it up a bit more, we
started to see red speckles. I didn't want to cut it all
the way up though, because my mom would murder me. We
checked the floorboard he had said was loose, and sure
enough it was, but it was too long to pull up with the rug
cut so short. So we gave up, but asked him if we were on
the right track and we were.
Later that day, we went to the public library to do some
research on old graveyards in my town, but didn't find
anything out at all. We did find a book, but my library
didn't have it and since it's a reference book, we
couldn't have it sent over. I checked the local book
store, and they don't have it either. So our search to see
who those people were ended abruptly, but we are still
trying to figure something out. Maybe we'll go back and
visit soon, and figure something more out. Maybe we won't.
Who knows?
I don't know if that was scary, but it is when you
experience it. Something to get the hair on the back of
your neck to stand up. Thank you, and have a nice day. ^_^
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