There was an immense melancholy while in its proximity, I told him not to take a picture there. On that side we found a grave that appeared to have been dug into and the cement casing broken. We made for the other side of the graveyard which lay across the road. We made to leave that side of the graveyard and a short time after the lamp post went out. My camera friend, shivered vigorously and glared over his shoulder while I got the same shiver shortly after. We took some precautions at that point attempting to ward away what might be there. He was confused as we took his picture but, his face in the picture was red with fury. Our third friend said he didn't feel anything but, we shared a look and snapped a picture of him. As we stood under the lamp post, my camera wielding friend and I practically shivered at the same time. As if we were encroaching far enough as is leading us to turn back around toward the gate on the other side. Of these feelings, we felt more profoundly an unwelcoming presence further in the dark. Anytime our hair raised, we felt something off, or thought we saw something, he snapped a picture. We walked mostly in the dark as he didn't want to "ruin" it with the flashlight. As we got to the graveyard, it was already after dusk leaving just a few lamp posts lit.
We were joined by another friend of ours as we went on our way. I finally agreed to go after a month of asking and we left that night for the graveyard. Primarily because his last attempt had turned up nothing. He wanted to take me out to the local graveyard at night to do some ghost hunting. Just being around an area with a potential haunting being enough to wake something. It comes from my time on Keesler AFB in Biloxi, MS.Ī friend of mine got fascinated by my apparent "ability" to provoke such activity. Wasn't sure what story I should start with but, here's this one.
Seeing paranormal activity runs in my family as much as some of us don't like it. I've never been one to be too afraid to tell people my stories.
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