Haunted Brick Church Road

My name is Miranda Terry, I’m 28, and I grew up in the small southern town of Sellersburg, Indiana. I got into spooky, paranormal things as a young kid- even if they kept me up at night. I still love paranormal stuff to this day. However, it took me nearly ten years to realize I’d had a paranormal experience myself.

I ran cross country throughout school, and one of our usual routes passed Brick Church Cemetery, just beyond the 2.5-mile mark on a rural backroad. I always felt a little creeped out there, but nothing major.

The summer after senior year, I was on a solo run and turned around right after the bridge near the cemetery. As I turned around to head back, I glanced left and saw what looked like a white, pointed sheet bouncing just above the treetops—like someone riding an invisible horse. My stomach dropped. I panicked and sprinted as fast as I could until I was a safe distance away.

I tried to rationalize it—maybe it was a deer or debris, but it made no sense. The shape, the motion, and the overwhelming fear I felt stayed with me.

Years later, after watching countless paranormal shows, it finally clicked. I hadn’t imagined it—I’d likely seen a spirit, possibly something replaying an event from long ago. That cemetery already had ghost stories surrounding it, and the only piece of information that makes my experience make sense is a rudimentary article on Druidic cults In the area, in which people or beings apart of that group wear cloaks.

Even though I’m agnostic, I believe there are beings and realms beyond this world that we just can’t explain and often don’t believe until we experience them for ourselves.