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My Ghostly Love

Updated on October 5, 2012

Friday the 13th was awesome!

I know how rude of me to miss Friday the 13th! But never fear, I was out having myself a hauntingly good time! I have been trying to get permission from the land owner of a property about 20 minutes from here that is reported to have a private graveyard out in the trees behind the house and a ghost to go with it. I finally got the answer on the 12th and was not going to miss the opportunity before the owner changed his mind.

When I arrived out in the middle of no where I wondered what the heck I was doing as this person could be a serial killer or something, but curiosity out ruled my objections. Turns out the owner is about 75 and he and his young (68) wife were willing to accompany me to the graveyard. I thanked them profusely and told them I would find it if they pointed me in the right direction. You never realize how scary walking into a dark wooded area is going to be until your doing it. The dense expanse of trees hovering over my head and the deceptively thick ground cover made it hard going.

I literally tripped over a headstone that was obscured by tall grass that looks like it had not been cut in a 100 years. I started sweeping my flashlight back and forth and on the second time as I was losing hope, something seemed to glimmer off to the left. As I got closer I realize it is the small mausoleum I had heard stories about. The roof looked half gone and the wrought iron door hung haphazardly from its hinges. This left the gaping opening of the mausoleum unsecured and I was expecting that any minute the un-dead were going to be making an appearance.

The legend surrounding this small mausoleum was that about 100 years ago a man bought the property and built himself a lovely home. He soon met his wife and deeply in love they wanted to start a family. His beloved died during child birth and so did his son. The grief overwhelmed him and it is said that he could not bear the thought of his family being underground so he built the small mausoleum to keep them safe for eternity and await his arrival. He was to have visited his family everyday to discuss with them his day or the local gossip. Several years after the death of his family the man was said to have died in a fire when his home burned to the ground. The townspeople buried him in a grove of trees about 20 feet from his family, as he did not have any family left to tell them where to bury him when his time came.

So of course he is still searching for his family. I know total cliche right? But I am a believer in the paranormal and the heebie jeebies. So on I go. I wound my way through the tall grass to the entrance to the mausoleum and just stood there peering into the blackness. I thought it best to introduce myself and say hello. I noticed there were actually two stone sarcophagus in this small place. walking to the first one, I ran my hand over the top trying to find a name, none was found, so I went to the other one and was rewarded with the inscription, " My beloved Emily and Our Angel William."

I then started tracing the letters with my finger feeling the dust collecting under it and that is when I felt the tingle and the room got colder. Without turning I asked if this was his wife and son. A cold breeze swirled around me making me want to pee my pants and run. I asked again, "Is this your Emily and William?" I felt the energy race out of the room. So I figured this was it, it was all I was going to get, but hey I am happy. So I set about cleaning up the small room and wiping the dirt from their resting place. All of the sudden this sadness, this loneliness came around me, it surrounded me like a winter coat. I sank to the floor and lifted my head to see a shimmering in the door. "What do you want," I called out, "I want to help, tell me." All of the sudden and just like that, I knew what I had to do, whether it came from the man, or on my own, I cannot say.

I grabbed my flashlight, the sadness flowing off me in waves to land all around me, the feeling of what I was about to do made me think I was surely insane. It took me 30 minutes to find it and another hour to get it there, but I got his headstone to the opening of the mausoleum. I was tired, covered in sweat and dirt, and had never felt so confident that I was right where I was supposed to be doing what I was supposed to do. The only thing left was to get his headstone into the building to be with his Emily and William. I tried atleast 10 times to get that thing over the lip of the threshold and frustration was making me weep.

I finally sat down next to his headstone and running my hand over it told him I was sorry but this is as close as I could get him. As I sat there feeling as if I had failed at the most important thing I was ever supposed to do, I felt a coldness creeping around me and looked at the stone just in time to see it rock. I had to wipe my eyes and again it moved, a slight rocking motion like it was trying to propel itself over that edge that will let him be with his family. The stone was ice cold as I moved my hands to the bottom edge of the headstone, outloud I said "One, Two, Three!" I was astonished to see the headstone resting precariously on the edge of the doorframe. I had to push it alittle closer, and I noticed the cold was starting to leave the rock, I glanced up as a shadow passed near me and I swear I saw a man lean over and place his lips softly upon that stone coffin lid.

Now of course I have no idea as to whether any of this actually happened or maybe it was some kind of drunken illusion minus the alcohol. But I am so glad that I went and had the coolest experience I will probably ever have. What's gonna happen next? Who knows, just enjoy the ride!


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      JesadaB 5 years ago from Home!

      I know it is never a good idea to go alone, but it was last minute and I couldn't find anyone to go with me! It was well worth it to me. Thanks for stopping by!

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      Anne 5 years ago from Spain

      Hi JesadaB. If this is a true account, you really have some balls..girl. What a sad story with a happy ending. Please do be careful though, you could have put yourself in great danger going to this place , alone and at night. A truly gripping and well written tale.