Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Anyone who has sneaked into a cemetery at night knows that is a thing of terror and equally as much a thing of exquisite beauty. Even in daytime, cemeteries are like memorial parks, still and contemplative, well-manicured and unhurried. But, at night, they become a strange black and white world in which the headstones are the only thing visible in the dimmest of moonlight. In fact, cemeteries real character comes out at night.
At this particularly creepy cemetery, there were dozens of cats that a neighbor came and fed each twilight. Once they were fed and content, they went to wander around the headstones, sometimes resting at graves or atop of them as if soaking up the moonlight.
This graveyard below has given phenomena over 8 years with 5 cameras and 5 photographers.
When I first started ghost hunting, I went to a cemetery with my son so we could find his grandmother's grave. I hadn't met my mother-in-law, she passed away when my ex-husband was little. I had no idea where in this enormous 35-acre cemetery she was located. The guards told us it was dark and we had to leave, so I said in my head, "Betty, wherever you are, I have your grandson here, please give us a sign of where you're located." My son said, "mom, could you take a picture of me next to this cool statue?" So, I pulled out the camera. The first thing I did when I got my cameras was to remove the straps. I didn't want anything interfering with ghost hunting evidence. I took a breath, wished for her to know that she has an amazing and gifted grandson and then took the picture with my 35mm camera. We left the cemetery and I told my father-in-law, "where is Betty's grave?" He said, "about 300 yards from the praying hands statue." The one statue in the entire enormous place that Alex wanted a photo next to! I went to the drug store and got the film and sat there in the parking lot a bit overwhelmed.
My logical side took over and I said, "we're going back to that graveyard." We got some flowers and headed out and found the grave. It was about 300 yards out over my son's left shoulder in that photo. In fact, if we followed that arch we would end up right at her grave.
Yeah, cemeteries at night hold even more secrets than we can imagine. Things come alive there. And only the brave can last as the night turns chilly, the moon sinks in the sky and the trees sway overhead.
Cemetery at Night Movies:
"House By the Cemetery"
"One Dark Night"
"Night of the Demons"
**Go to Strange State today and read the post with the graveyard sounds of digging, hammering, birds cawing, church bell ringing--fantastic blog it comes from**
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