Cemeteries/Graveyards.

chadwick

Tell a small story about one or some you have been to that are a bit freaky.

I lived in rural Iowa growing up.
Across the way & into the woods about 1 mile is a very old resting place for people who met their demise a very longtime ago.
It's very old, as in Civil War times old & unkempt.
The gravesites are sunk down many feet due to casket/coffin collapse.
A thick green ground covering ivy stays green 365 days a year.
Buried in snow & -30f degrees that ivy is so fresh looking it is creepy in itself.
This ivy has even devoured some very tall headstones.
The headstones are very weathered and rather difficult to make out.
Old decomposed Cedar trees wither in the wind all droopy like.
Inside a few wrought-iron fences are familes & what is horrible is that
they all had died within a very close time of one another; infants, children, & parents.
I recall reading a tombstone that is that of a Civil War soldier.
My brothers & I walked through & hung out this in this place for alot of years.
It sits atop a hill surrounded by trees and alfalfa fields.

(now it's your turn to tell a little story...go)

FinsburyParkCarrots

My grandmother didn't want to be buried in the same graveyard as my grandfather. The site was at least 1200 years old, and she thought it was haunted. Hahaha. True story.

Brain of J.Lo

I grew up in a small town in rural Illinois. There were about three hills in that town, and they were all in the cemetery. So....when it snowed and it we wanted to go sledding, it became a playground.

Lots of good memories were created there.

Brain of J.Lo

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

My grandmother didn't want to be buried in the same graveyard as my grandfather. The site was at least 1200 years old, and she thought it was haunted. Hahaha. True story.

lmao...that's hilarious and adorable.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Brain of J.Lo wrote:

lmao...that's hilarious and adorable.

That's the west of Ireland, for ya.

failedpersephone

my dad greo up in a little town (at the time tho now it aint much bigger just more people and les farms and rancehs) and the family house was in the family for generations. anywya there was a graveyard down the hill from the house (not really a hill but more like aninclined) and it was a graveyard beucase the people buried terhe where not all confirmed. thye were damned souls (so the story goes) not a cemetery and not a chirch afiiliatied place.

anyway my dad tolls this story about how when he wa s a boy he was afriand to go through this graveyard because it was always full of lights that would zip around.

n one believed him tho.

so he had to go through there because he lived on a grove ranch (oranges. back when orannge county califorina meant that) and they ahd pigs for the war. they raised pork for the war (this was like 1943) so its late the pigs (4 ofthem) got out of their pens and they were big hogs and he followd the tracks to the graveyard.

it ws late in the evening past dinner time and it was dairk in there. so he went in after the pigs with his ropes and he was scared and he said he saw a light come towards hinm and he ran rfom it but it disapperd and then he was calling for the opigs and this womans voice said to him "Arnold ' (his name) and he was freaked out so he started to run and was like "chale fuck tha't shit! those pigs are like forget it" and he said that it was really hot ahd he was tryign to run but he felt like cobwebs all over him

so he maed it out of that place and was running and crying (he was 12 so cut him a break) and he dropped the ropes.
he got home and his mom saw him and started to scream becuase his clothes were INSIDE out.
SERIOUSLY.

and the pigs were home already they had been back for like half an hour they had been tied to the gate near where my gramap parked his truck it was a light blue 39 chevy. and they thought he was outside still they thought my dad had got the hogs but he hadnt.

and he thought he was gone for like 15 minutes and it was an hour and a half since he had started out. he doens't now even to this day what had happend to that time. but it still freaks him out when he things about it.

and his clothes were inside out. no one can expl;ain that.

i know what it means because I like this kidn of stuff and insie out clothes are the best way to make sure that ghost dont follow you . like the bad kind.

oh and his oldest sister was burried there in 1935 she wasn't allowd in the real cemetary because she was killed by a jealous boyfriend along with her husband. that was my aunt thou I didn't ever meet her because she died really young in 1935. my dad was only 4 but she used to treat him like her own baby (so the family said)

so that is the stranses story i know about graveyards. it creeps me out. i need to tum on lights now. hahahaa i was using candles which aint a goiod idea in my current ness anyway. hahahaa

chadwick

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

My grandmother didn't want to be buried in the same graveyard as my grandfather. The site was at least 1200 years old, and she thought it was haunted. Hahaha. True story.

That's awesome Fins, very.
Your Grandmother's story is funny, as in cool.

Europe definitely has us over here beat hands down when it comes to the old world.
I will visit castles over yonder one day.
That will rule like nobodies business for me.
Hopefully I'll stay a night or 3 in one as well.
A castle over looking a cemetery...oh boy..i can't wait
I could only beg for foggy nights under a full-moon.

chadwick

failedpersephone wrote:

my dad greo up in a little town (at the time tho now it aint much bigger just more people and les farms and rancehs) and the family house was in the family for generations. anywya there was a graveyard down the hill from the house (not really a hill but more like aninclined) and it was a graveyard beucase the people buried terhe where not all confirmed. thye were damned souls (so the story goes) not a cemetery and not a chirch afiiliatied place.

anyway my dad tolls this story about how when he wa s a boy he was afriand to go through this graveyard because it was always full of lights that would zip around.

n one believed him tho.

so he had to go through there because he lived on a grove ranch (oranges. back when orannge county califorina meant that) and they ahd pigs for the war. they raised pork for the war (this was like 1943) so its late the pigs (4 ofthem) got out of their pens and they were big hogs and he followd the tracks to the graveyard.

it ws late in the evening past dinner time and it was dairk in there. so he went in after the pigs with his ropes and he was scared and he said he saw a light come towards hinm and he ran rfom it but it disapperd and then he was calling for the opigs and this womans voice said to him "Arnold ' (his name) and he was freaked out so he started to run and was like "chale fuck tha't shit! those pigs are like forget it" and he said that it was really hot ahd he was tryign to run but he felt like cobwebs all over him

so he maed it out of that place and was running and crying (he was 12 so cut him a break) and he dropped the ropes.
he got home and his mom saw him and started to scream becuase his clothes were INSIDE out.
SERIOUSLY.

and the pigs were home already they had been back for like half an hour they had been tied to the gate near where my gramap parked his truck it was a light blue 39 chevy. and they thought he was outside still they thought my dad had got the hogs but he hadnt.

and he thought he was gone for like 15 minutes and it was an hour and a half since he had started out. he doens't now even to this day what had happend to that time. but it still freaks him out when he things about it.

and his clothes were inside out. no one can expl;ain that.

i know what it means because I like this kidn of stuff and insie out clothes are the best way to make sure that ghost dont follow you . like the bad kind.

oh and his oldest sister was burried there in 1935 she wasn't allowd in the real cemetary because she was killed by a jealous boyfriend along with her husband. that was my aunt thou I didn't ever meet her because she died really young in 1935. my dad was only 4 but she used to treat him like her own baby (so the family said)

so that is the stranses story i know about graveyards. it creeps me out. i need to tum on lights now. hahahaa i was using candles which aint a goiod idea in my current ness anyway. hahahaa

that is a fantastic story.
i believe it to.

my greatuncle raise cattle
and when they got away from his farm
he always found them in the dark in or near that graveyard i mentioned up top.
back then they used lanterns which is creepy anyways.

he always talked about a banshees that hung around.
i don't if he was serious or fucking with us.
(i believe in ghosts and the like)

failedpersephone

chadwick wrote:

that is a fantastic story.
i believe it to.

my greatuncle raise cattle
and when they got away from his farm
he always found them in the dark in or near that graveyard i mentioned up top.
back then they used lanterns which is creepy anyways.

he always talked about a banshees that hung around.
i don't if he was serious or fucking with us.
(i believe in ghosts and the like)

So do I. I have seen them, and I have talked to them. I don't believe alot of hte shows about them. i also dont think its a god kind of thing either. i think they are here because they recall someting thatholds them.

wolfbear

OK, not a story, but we love graveyards and visit them wherever we go. My relatives in Virginia are really big on visiting so I've been to many there. One is on our old farm with some dating to the 1600's. The one in Ferndale, CA is where many movies have been made and is sooo cool. They don't freak me out at all, I think they are amazing. Of course though, I am going to be cremated! lol

chadwick

failedpersephone wrote:

So do I. I have seen them, and I have talked to them. I don't believe alot of hte shows about them. i also dont think its a god kind of thing either. i think they are here because they recall someting thatholds them.

i've seen my grandmother.
i have had some wild things happen, rather its noises, feelings of
an energy with me and i've heard female muffled distorted voices.
that muffled distorted voice shit sends chills up my spine.
weird thing about that is i'm not the only one who heard them
on seperate occasions even..spooky stuff

FinsburyParkCarrots

chadwick wrote:

That's awesome Fins, very.
Your Grandmother's story is funny, as in cool.

Europe definitely has us over here beat hands down when it comes to the old world.
I will visit castles over yonder one day.
That will rule like nobodies business for me.
Hopefully I'll stay a night or 3 in one as well.
A castle over looking a cemetery...oh boy..i can't wait
I could only beg for foggy nights under a full-moon.

Yep, there's the ruins of a 1000 year-old castle overlooking the cemetery, and it's only a couple of yards from the Atlantic.


Funnily enough, not being morbid or anything, but it's where I want to be buried eventually.

failedpersephone

chadwick wrote:

i've seen my grandmother.
i have had some wild things happen, rather its noises, feelings of
an energy with me and i've heard female muffled distorted voices.
that muffled distorted voice shit sends chills up my spine.
weird thing about that is i'm not the only one who heard them
on seperate occasions even..spooky stuff

i noticed yo are in washington. I visited my family up there (those exiled Mexifornian royals) hahaha and anywya when i was tehre i noticed that theere is a lot of energy kind of stuf fthere.

it was crazy. very hard to concentrate and i got this weird chilly feeling and i cried a few times for no reason like my eyes were watering byt also there was sobbing but i was NOT sad. ht was strange.

i have thoeries about it but i nam too durnk to write it out i can kinda tell i am maiking lvery little sense. hahaha sorry. i seriously ahve more to say tho hahaha

chadwick

wolfbear wrote:

OK, not a story, but we love graveyards and visit them wherever we go. My relatives in Virginia are really big on visiting so I've been to many there. One is on our old farm with some dating to the 1600's. The one in Ferndale, CA is where many movies have been made and is sooo cool. They don't freak me out at all, I think they are amazing. Of course though, I am going to be cremated! lol

i can't be buried either.
no flippin way.
i'm claustrophobic.
i don't really wanna be burned up either but it slaps the shit out of being in a box underground.

i'd rather be propped up under a tree up in the mountains
and left to rot away or become bear food..

failedpersephone

chadwick wrote:

i can't be buried either.
no flippin way.
i'm claustrophobic.
i don't really wanna be burned up either but it slaps the shit out of being in a box underground.

i'd rather be propped up under a tree up in the mountains
and left to rot away or become bear food..

i wanna be placed open in the ground so that i can turn back into earth. i want to feed the cycle. besices I knew a dude that woekd brifly ata mortuariy and thestorys he told were fucked UP.

he didnt work there long. he took a while to recover from it all too.

so I don't want any of that kind of stuff...either. maybe cremation if i cant just be dropped into a hole.

chadwick

failedpersephone wrote:

i noticed yo are in washington. I visited my family up there (those exiled Mexifornian royals) hahaha and anywya when i was tehre i noticed that theere is a lot of energy kind of stuf fthere.

it was crazy. very hard to concentrate and i got this weird chilly feeling and i cried a few times for no reason like my eyes were watering byt also there was sobbing but i was NOT sad. ht was strange.

i have thoeries about it but i nam too durnk to write it out i can kinda tell i am maiking lvery little sense. hahaha sorry. i seriously ahve more to say tho hahaha

when i first moved here i felt all sorts of screwy assed energy shit floating around.
i think it's indian mysticism and some witchy stuff as well as spirits..
true stuff my friend..

failedpersephone

chadwick wrote:

when i first moved here i felt all sorts of screwy assed energy shit floating around.
i think it's indian mysticism and some witchy stuff as well as spirits..
true stuff my friend..

see i think it is kinda some f the reason people end up sticking around here. like if what comes next is what you expect...in a way if you take your own life for example wouldn't you think that heaven is closed to you - evn the not so religious have a feeling about that. so, they figure tey are earthbound and they act accordingly.

just like i think that things that have weird shapes and are indending to be demon like are not "devils" or anything like that. they are people's residual energy or souls or wahteve.r but they must still have a bit of cogitintion to udnerstand the are not corporeal anynore so they assumethey are evil sonce so manyu ofthe establised religiosn have it hatat if you are not with wahtever form of god you were led to believe in then you must be OUTSIDE of god and that would transfer to evil, no? and so they get their sudnay school idea of what a devil is and they wander around liek that with very little recogninton of their true selves. it is sad i think byt it always made sense to me.

i dont thik I explained it well. i also think tat certain natural characteristics are evident in most "hotsopts" and wahsitngon has a lot of geothermal activity and electromagnetic eneryg and form my own experience ghost or whatever you call them need enegry.

goddammit i am too drun k for this. fuck . hahahah...

i thik i am gonit oo regret most of my posts tomororw or whenever i am nexton the pti. haahaaa

hmmn must be doing a bit of sobering havent durnk since like 20 minutse. hahahaha

chadwick

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Yep, there's the ruins of a 1000 year-old castle overlooking the cemetery, and it's only a couple of yards from the Atlantic.


Funnily enough, not being morbid or anything, but it's where I want to be buried eventually.

that's not morbid at all, that kicks ass dude.
i bet it's as beautiful as a graveyard castle setting can be, yes?

wolfbear

chadwick wrote:

i can't be buried either.
no flippin way.
i'm claustrophobic.
i don't really wanna be burned up either but it slaps the shit out of being in a box underground.

i'd rather be propped up under a tree up in the mountains
and left to rot away or become bear food..

I actually love that idea. Maybe where you are or in some places in AK, but I don't think it would go over here. hmmm

chadwick

failedpersephone wrote:

see i think it is kinda some f the reason people end up sticking around here. like if what comes next is what you expect...in a way if you take your own life for example wouldn't you think that heaven is closed to you - evn the not so religious have a feeling about that. so, they figure tey are earthbound and they act accordingly.

just like i think that things that have weird shapes and are indending to be demon like are not "devils" or anything like that. they are people's residual energy or souls or wahteve.r but they must still have a bit of cogitintion to udnerstand the are not corporeal anynore so they assumethey are evil sonce so manyu ofthe establised religiosn have it hatat if you are not with wahtever form of god you were led to believe in then you must be OUTSIDE of god and that would transfer to evil, no? and so they get their sudnay school idea of what a devil is and they wander around liek that with very little recogninton of their true selves. it is sad i think byt it always made sense to me.

i dont thik I explained it well. i also think tat certain natural characteristics are evident in most "hotsopts" and wahsitngon has a lot of geothermal activity and electromagnetic eneryg and form my own experience ghost or whatever you call them need enegry.

goddammit i am too drun k for this. fuck . hahahah...

i thik i am gonit oo regret most of my posts tomororw or whenever i am nexton the pti. haahaaa

hmmn must be doing a bit of sobering havent durnk since like 20 minutse. hahahaha

funny you all drunk and typing like a maniac.
i don't believe in heaven/hell stuff.
nope i sure don't.
more to life than golden gates in the clouds of paradise.
more to life than a fiery eternity underground.
to my notion it's bullshit and man made up silliness.

reincarnation and other stuff i buy before that other bullshit..

failedpersephone

chadwick wrote:

funny you all drunk and typing like a maniac.
i don't believe in heaven/hell stuff.
nope i sure don't.
more to life than golden gates in the clouds of paradise.
more to life than a fiery eternity underground.
to my notion it's bullshit and man made up silliness.

reincarnation and other stuff i buy before that other bullshit..

see that is why when you die all you have to do is fOCUS on a place or person and you can be there! I really believe taht...you have to have a real seriousnes too. like last minute cant think of a "white light" r any of the stuff maybe you learned as a kid...

I really think that. I am not kidding. I have my mom with me sometimes. it's the rose garden she had ath the old house.
I went after she died (we moved from our family home) and some other peoeple were there and I didnt even ask I just dug up all of her roses. nd i took them to my home.

and wheni moved out i left them there with family

but then when i got my owh house i stole them one night i just went to my dad's hose and dug up the roses.

and now my mom is with me too. i left some with my dad. becuase even tho he wont admit it. he talks to her.

this feels like i said too much. hahahaa...fucking regret. I hate it. hahahaa

chadwick

wolfbear wrote:

I actually love that idea. Maybe where you are or in some places in AK, but I don't think it would go over here. hmmm

yeah AK would be sweet
way the heck off the beaten path
way up in the mountains under a tree
i will rest my eternity up there freezing my frost bitten decomposed balls
right off...nicely done eskimo nuts

chadwick

failedpersephone wrote:

see that is why when you die all you have to do is fOCUS on a place or person and you can be there! I really believe taht...you have to have a real seriousnes too. like last minute cant think of a "white light" r any of the stuff maybe you learned as a kid...

I really think that. I am not kidding. I have my mom with me sometimes. it's the rose garden she had ath the old house.
I went after she died (we moved from our family home) and some other peoeple were there and I didnt even ask I just dug up all of her roses. nd i took them to my home.

and wheni moved out i left them there with family

but then when i got my owh house i stole them one night i just went to my dad's hose and dug up the roses.

and now my mom is with me too. i left some with my dad. becuase even tho he wont admit it. he talks to her.

this feels like i said too much. hahahaa...fucking regret. I hate it. hahahaa

you're fine.
if ppl judge your statements here in this thread or any other thread
they can easy be told to go fuck themselves.

i like your mother's rose bushes story.
that very nice and comforting for you/family members.

failedpersephone

chadwick wrote:

you're fine.
if ppl judge your statements here in this thread or any other thread
they can easy be told to go fuck themselves.

i like your mother's rose bushes story.
that very nice and comforting for you/family members.

thanks.

it is neta to see her sometimes early morning near thme i think she prunes them (not really but like is reacting like she oprunes) I prune them, obiously! hahaha

maybe its just a spark of memory to me - but i swear she is there.

my bf was creeped out by that because one of the bushes is outside the bedroom and i made the worlds worst joke aibout my mo mwatching and he was like thinliped for a week hahahaaa

badsense of uhumor hahahaa

he wont pick the roses tho! hahahaaa...

chadwick

failedpersephone wrote:

thanks.

it is neta to see her sometimes early morning near thme i think she prunes them (not really but like is reacting like she oprunes) I prune them, obiously! hahaha

maybe its just a spark of memory to me - but i swear she is there.

my bf was creeped out by that because one of the bushes is outside the bedroom and i made the worlds worst joke aibout my mo mwatching and he was like thinliped for a week hahahaaa

badsense of uhumor hahahaa

he wont pick the roses tho! hahahaaa...

haha you're funny
that's great stuff miss miss

i'm sure your mother's spirit is with you and her roses....
that's just how i roll..

wolfbear

failedpersephone wrote:

thanks.

it is neta to see her sometimes early morning near thme i think she prunes them (not really but like is reacting like she oprunes) I prune them, obiously! hahaha

maybe its just a spark of memory to me - but i swear she is there.

my bf was creeped out by that because one of the bushes is outside the bedroom and i made the worlds worst joke aibout my mo mwatching and he was like thinliped for a week hahahaaa

badsense of uhumor hahahaa

he wont pick the roses tho! hahahaaa...

Yep, nice story, except for your bf being freaked out! lol

chadwick

back there in iowa at the prison where my dad worked
way up the hill and in the woods is an old cemetery that houses
the unwanted from long ago and maybe even some get buried there still today.
they used to hang prisoners way long ago.
yep, iowa had the death penalty many moons ago.
anyhow, that;s one creepy flippin graveyard.

haffajappa

i went to a pretty cool cemetary outside of dublin last year... but have no crazy stories. is it in the wicklow mountains? i have no idea.. dublin'ers help me out here

this is it: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c45/haffa-jappa/DSCN4650.jpg?t=1220074860

chadwick

doin'the-evolution wrote:

i went to a pretty cool cemetary outside of dublin last year... but have no crazy stories. is it in the wicklow mountains? i have no idea.. dublin'ers help me out here

this is it: http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c45/haffa-jappa/DSCN4650.jpg?t=1220074860

awesome photo
so very old, sweet...

fuck

chadwick wrote:

i can't be buried either.
no flippin way.
i'm claustrophobic.

I doubt your claustrophobia will be much of a problem when you're, you know, DEAD.

Fahka

oops double post :P