Iím not sure If this has ever happened to anyone else, but would love to hear from otherís with similar experiences. I use to be really big Into checking out haunted places, graveyards, etc. Not so much anymore. (Went through an experience that literally terrified me.)
AnywaysÖ..I use to love going to graveyards and checking them out. Not really sure why. Guess I was just drawn to them. One graveyard In particular here where I live, Is supposedly by a witch. Although, Iíve heard many other different stories as well.
One day, me, my mom, my sister, and a friend decided to go out and take a look around there. Thereís not many graves throughout the graveyard, but there were 2 distinct graves that got my attention. They both were long and rectangular and very flat. They were each covered with tons of seashells. Very old and looked as If they had been there forever. Iím the type of person, that whenever I feel something around me, I have a tendency to cry for some apparent reason. As Iím kneeling by these graves, I start crying and could feel the spirit of a small boy around me. I could gather that his name was Bryan and he had died from tuberculosis. It was a strong overpowering feeling that I canít quite explain. As I start to pull myself away, I felt the urge to take 2 of the seashells off the tombstone with me. Little did I know, I would fully regret that. (I was a teen and thought I knew everything!)
As we got home, I felt completely drained and had to lay down for awhile. I was exhausted and had no energy at all. (Yes, I know how spirits can thrive from using our energy.) Iíve never had this happen to me before. Later that night, thatís when things started to happen. I would hear a childís laughter at different times, there were tapping on the windows, rapping on the doors, doors being closed, muffled whispers, and other noises. This continued to occur at different times throughout different Intervals of the day and night. For the whole time I had possession of those 2 seashells, things kept happening. I never thought It was because of that, but eventually came to the only conclusion that It had to be because of that. It even got to the point where other family members were experiencing It as well.
After much realization of what was causing It. I returned the 2 seashells to where I had retrieved them. I had the same strong feelings from when I was there before. All I can remember after replacing the seashells, Is that I was crying so hard and kept repeating ďIím sorryĒ. It was just so weird and hard to explain whatever had engulfed around me.
To this day, out of the corner of my eye. I can see the same little boy and can hear him giggling or saying my name. Itís not very often that It happens and heís never caused any harm either. As odd as It may sound, I feel like heís checking on me from time to time. This was the only graveyard experience like this has ever happened with myself. I apologize for not telling more, but didnít want to make this very long.
Sent in by Shane, Copyright 2008 true Ghost Tales