I always "feel" things almost like an empath but I'm not always right. I "sense" spirits and things but never saw one.
One night two of my girlfriends and I were driving around bored wondering what to do. I live by a graveyard and I suggested it would be a thrill and chill to walk through it. As we parked and started walking to the entrance I explained to them if I told them we need to get out no questions asked just leave, they knew of my "gift" so they understood.
We stepped no more then five feet in when I saw a shadow in the form of a person dart from one headstone to five headstones over in lightning fast movement. I said "get out" and we all turned and left. After being safe in the car I told them what I saw. I was all sorts of excited because I never actually saw anything just felt.
Sent in by Rain, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com
Showing posts with label Cemeteries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cemeteries. Show all posts
Monday, February 21, 2011
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Graveyard Footsteps
In Harrisonburg, Louisiana, there is a graveyard on a hill. One evening at the basketball game I overheard a conversation of the Pentecostal pastors son to his friend. It went like this:
I took my girlfriend to the cemetery to make out. It was a full moon. Right in the middle of all that we heard footsteps. They were very loud, but they were footsteps for sure. They were getting closer, too. The light was bright as day. There was no one there. I got the "__ out of there and I'm not going back there either. I said to myself "yeah right", especially since he was the local drug head.
About a year later my best friends ex-boyfriend called and I went out with him. I wanted to restore their relationship if I could. Instead of taking me to get a coke like he said he took me to that graveyard. He proceeded to act in a very ungentlemanly manner. A thing he had never done toward me before. I remember as he threw me to the ground to ravish me that there was an angel grave stone nearby. In a panic I realized that I was going to be raped. It was a full moon bright as day.
Suddenly, heavy and loud footsteps began approaching us. As I fought him off, he raised his head to look for the approaching person. No one was there. A person of light skin and bright red cheeks... he turned white with fear when he realized there was no one there. He picked me up (he was twice my size) and threw me into the truck. He didn't say anything to me at all, but he took me safely home. This event scared the jehosifat out of me, but it saved my virtue. I like to think it was one of my ancestors buried there.
By mkl, Copyright 2010
I took my girlfriend to the cemetery to make out. It was a full moon. Right in the middle of all that we heard footsteps. They were very loud, but they were footsteps for sure. They were getting closer, too. The light was bright as day. There was no one there. I got the "__ out of there and I'm not going back there either. I said to myself "yeah right", especially since he was the local drug head.
About a year later my best friends ex-boyfriend called and I went out with him. I wanted to restore their relationship if I could. Instead of taking me to get a coke like he said he took me to that graveyard. He proceeded to act in a very ungentlemanly manner. A thing he had never done toward me before. I remember as he threw me to the ground to ravish me that there was an angel grave stone nearby. In a panic I realized that I was going to be raped. It was a full moon bright as day.
Suddenly, heavy and loud footsteps began approaching us. As I fought him off, he raised his head to look for the approaching person. No one was there. A person of light skin and bright red cheeks... he turned white with fear when he realized there was no one there. He picked me up (he was twice my size) and threw me into the truck. He didn't say anything to me at all, but he took me safely home. This event scared the jehosifat out of me, but it saved my virtue. I like to think it was one of my ancestors buried there.
By mkl, Copyright 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Hold Your Breath in the Cemetery
So, my sister always used to tell me old passed down legends about ghosts and of course like everyone else I said " Yea okay like that would happen." Though some things did get to me. I have very good hearing, I'm able to hear whispers from a far distance and ear plugs don't work well at night because my hearing skyrockets. Other than hearing I'm an empath. Meaning I can feel or sense emotions, sometimes even read them off of people. So there's a bit about me so you understand where I'm coming from.
I'm about 15 now but this first story happened when I was 14. Me and a few friends were riding our bikes past the town cemetery. We were trying to find the oldest one. It was around 6 in the fall so night was closing in. My sister had told me always hold your breathe through a cemetery so a ghost can't steal it, and if it does look at it right in the eyes and it will disappear. So a little scared I held my breath, I only lasted a few minutes (like 2) at a time so I would take a huge breathe and hoped it wouldn't make a difference. My friends thought I was crazy. But not so much when it got to be 7 and pitch black. We had flash lights but its still creepy.
My one friend started to cough and choke. I had given up holding my breathe but I started when I saw here keel over. Me and my friend thought she had choked on air like maybe just breathed wrong. We tried the Heimlich maneuver. She regained her breathing but had fainted. We couldn't carry her because including here there were three of us. We called her parents said what had happened but they were 15 minutes away. We decided to wait for them. My other friend said to wake her up. I looked at her and said she was crazy if she could sleep here. But she was out like a light.
I watched over them and held my breath whenever I could remember. Only problem was I felt cold and it was 73 degrees out. No wind no rain. I couldn't see anything but I felt agony. Like someone was in pain. Soon I had my hearing put to the test as well. I listened closely to my surroundings, I wish I never had. "It's so cold, as cold as the dead my dear. If only I had your warm breath to ease the cold" maybe I was just imagining it but I heard my friend say this. I whipped around to see my fainted friend up staring at me. I went to hold my breath but she said " too late". I was startled and choked on the air I tried to breathe. I grabbed my friend and stared in her eyes. She instantly fainted again and I felt the cold pressure leave me. Not even three minutes later her parents pulled up. I woke my other friend and we got in the car, her father carried her and we left.
So please don't pretend you don't believe me. Remember this rime and tell your friends
Beware beware of my ghostly stare
for no ghost will glare at me
and my breathe will come out free
for if I breathe within a ghosts reach
and my skin turns white from peach
let my ghostly stare
know to beware
that my breathe is mine and not theirs to keep.
Sent in by Dee, Copyright 2010
I'm about 15 now but this first story happened when I was 14. Me and a few friends were riding our bikes past the town cemetery. We were trying to find the oldest one. It was around 6 in the fall so night was closing in. My sister had told me always hold your breathe through a cemetery so a ghost can't steal it, and if it does look at it right in the eyes and it will disappear. So a little scared I held my breath, I only lasted a few minutes (like 2) at a time so I would take a huge breathe and hoped it wouldn't make a difference. My friends thought I was crazy. But not so much when it got to be 7 and pitch black. We had flash lights but its still creepy.
My one friend started to cough and choke. I had given up holding my breathe but I started when I saw here keel over. Me and my friend thought she had choked on air like maybe just breathed wrong. We tried the Heimlich maneuver. She regained her breathing but had fainted. We couldn't carry her because including here there were three of us. We called her parents said what had happened but they were 15 minutes away. We decided to wait for them. My other friend said to wake her up. I looked at her and said she was crazy if she could sleep here. But she was out like a light.
I watched over them and held my breath whenever I could remember. Only problem was I felt cold and it was 73 degrees out. No wind no rain. I couldn't see anything but I felt agony. Like someone was in pain. Soon I had my hearing put to the test as well. I listened closely to my surroundings, I wish I never had. "It's so cold, as cold as the dead my dear. If only I had your warm breath to ease the cold" maybe I was just imagining it but I heard my friend say this. I whipped around to see my fainted friend up staring at me. I went to hold my breath but she said " too late". I was startled and choked on the air I tried to breathe. I grabbed my friend and stared in her eyes. She instantly fainted again and I felt the cold pressure leave me. Not even three minutes later her parents pulled up. I woke my other friend and we got in the car, her father carried her and we left.
So please don't pretend you don't believe me. Remember this rime and tell your friends
Beware beware of my ghostly stare
for no ghost will glare at me
and my breathe will come out free
for if I breathe within a ghosts reach
and my skin turns white from peach
let my ghostly stare
know to beware
that my breathe is mine and not theirs to keep.
Sent in by Dee, Copyright 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Graveyard Footsteps
In Harrisonburg, Louisiana, there is a graveyard on a hill. One evening at the basketball game I overheard a conversation of the Pentecostal pastors son to his friend. It went like this:
I took my girlfriend to the cemetery to make out. It was a full moon. Right in the middle of all that we heard footsteps. They were very loud, but they were footsteps for sure. They were getting closer, too. The light was bright as day. There was no one there. I got the "__ out of there and I'm not going back there either. I said to myself "yeah right", especially since he was the local drug head.
About a year later my best friends ex-boyfriend called and I went out with him. I wanted to restore their relationship if I could. Instead of taking me to get a coke like he said he took me to that graveyard. He proceeded to act in a very ungentlemanly manner. A thing he had never done toward me before. I remember as he threw me to the ground to ravish me that there was an angel grave stone nearby. In a panic I realized that I was going to be raped. It was a full moon bright as day.
Suddenly, heavy and loud footsteps began approaching us. As I fought him off, he raised his head to look for the approaching person. No one was there. A person of light skin and bright red cheeks... he turned white with fear when he realized there was no one there. He picked me up (he was twice my size) and threw me into the truck. He didn't say anything to me at all, but he took me safely home. This event scared the jehosifat out of me, but it saved my virtue. I like to think it was one of my ancestors buried there.
By mkl, Copyright 2010
I took my girlfriend to the cemetery to make out. It was a full moon. Right in the middle of all that we heard footsteps. They were very loud, but they were footsteps for sure. They were getting closer, too. The light was bright as day. There was no one there. I got the "__ out of there and I'm not going back there either. I said to myself "yeah right", especially since he was the local drug head.
About a year later my best friends ex-boyfriend called and I went out with him. I wanted to restore their relationship if I could. Instead of taking me to get a coke like he said he took me to that graveyard. He proceeded to act in a very ungentlemanly manner. A thing he had never done toward me before. I remember as he threw me to the ground to ravish me that there was an angel grave stone nearby. In a panic I realized that I was going to be raped. It was a full moon bright as day.
Suddenly, heavy and loud footsteps began approaching us. As I fought him off, he raised his head to look for the approaching person. No one was there. A person of light skin and bright red cheeks... he turned white with fear when he realized there was no one there. He picked me up (he was twice my size) and threw me into the truck. He didn't say anything to me at all, but he took me safely home. This event scared the jehosifat out of me, but it saved my virtue. I like to think it was one of my ancestors buried there.
By mkl, Copyright 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
WW1 Terror
One day I was walking down my street on my way home from my friend's birthday party. It was about 9:00 pm on a Saturday night. I had to walk right past the old Bradley Cemetery.
I was almost to the cemetery when I saw a headless body covered in blood and gore laying in the road. Suddenly an old world war 1 Chevy halftrack showered in bullet holes veered around the curve and tried to run me over. I jumped in the ditch an the car and the body disappeared.
People say I'm crazy but I swear it is true!
Sent in by Jesus Lopez, Copyright 2010
I was almost to the cemetery when I saw a headless body covered in blood and gore laying in the road. Suddenly an old world war 1 Chevy halftrack showered in bullet holes veered around the curve and tried to run me over. I jumped in the ditch an the car and the body disappeared.
People say I'm crazy but I swear it is true!
Sent in by Jesus Lopez, Copyright 2010
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