As well as being able to sometimes see or hear spirits, and having encountered them plenty of times when I was younger, I used to go to cemeteries and mausoleums often. Some of these stories are not my own, but happened to a friend of my mom’s. But they scared me so badly that I feel like sharing them with you!
First off, I have always loved the overall vibes most cemeteries give off. I found it quite peaceful and, even as a little girl, I would go there with my mom and try to leave flowers on the older graves if possible. But sometimes the graveyards felt a bit malicious, or just certain areas.
It wasn’t until I met my friend in 5th grade that I started going again. Her mom had taken part in paranormal investigations before, and liked to go ‘ghost hunting’ as a hobby. I was quite skeptical about these so called EVPs they would get, but I was mostly shielding my fear and gullibility. So, one day they finally shared some with me. I must say, some of the voices were so scary that I would start crying. I know some were pretty generic; a moan or hello. But one that stood out was taken in an old pioneer cemetery somewhere outside of Portland. She was drawn to a very large grave, that housed a woman and her two children, who died two years apart. Her and her friend sat with the recorder for a moment before going on. However, they asked a question like, “What happened to your children?” and what they found once getting back home was pretty scary.
Upon listening to the recording, they heard the question, and then a strange sounding ‘I killed them’ then her friend saying “Oh, 88 years!” and then a very distorted male voice saying, ‘fun is over’. When I listened to it, I cried. I nearly cried just thinking about it now; it really was quite disturbing.
Not all of the ghosts we heard were frightening, I found that out on a few of our trips to a mausoleum. I tended to get fairly painful headaches when in this mausoleum, and occasionally in large cemeteries. But during this particular visit, I found myself feeling sick from the pain. I didn’t really like the parts of the mausoleum where bodies were buried in the walls, so I liked the older areas where people were mostly cremated. There was this one room, way in the back of the oldest section, that was very warm feeling, even though the whole place was freezing. There was a couch in the center, and I sat down for a moment to catch my breath because of the headache. My mom asked me if I was ok, and I said yes. Then, just a few seconds later, I said, “No, really, I’m fine” or something like that.
When we got back to my friend’s house and we listened back, we heard me say ‘yes’ and then a man say, “Oh no, are you feeling alright?” or something of the sort. It also happened to my friend, with the same man. I really liked going in there because it didn’t make me feel like I was in a horror movie!
I can’t recall all of the stories, so perhaps I will just list a few of the results we got. One time, in a very large and historic cemetery, we found a burial site that was made for religious purposes. They were Mormon, or Christian, something like that, and the vibe it gave off was quite, strict, is the best was to describe it. We listened back and heard a man yell, ‘WITCH!’ and we decided that was a freaky place, and they were pretty unwelcoming towards us. Another time, a friend was at a cemetery by my old house, and when she listened to the recording, all she could hear was screaming. I swear, I made her stop because it was so horrifying.
We also got some very weird distorted voices, one in particular being a female who seemingly said, ‘hungeyshlim’. It was odd, but quite scary to listen to. Another one was of two children playing, one saying, “I’m gonna getcha!” and the other saying, “noooo!”
We also got our fair share of ‘go to hell’s’ and laughter. There was one while my mom was with her friend, and they went to an old cemetery out in the country. While walking, out of nowhere my mom’s friend made a cutesy sort of noise, the kind you make to a baby or animal, although there was no audible noise of that sort at the time. When playing back the tape, they heard her make the noise, and then a dog bark and whimper excitedly! It was very strange.
I sometimes wished I had asked them to do EVPs in my old house, but if we had gotten any responses, I don’t think I would have been able to sleep there. The most frightening part in EVP work is the fact that, even though you are safe at home at the end of the day, the fact that you were there with the unseen is still pretty shocking. They might’ve seen you, while you had no clue they were there except for the sudden drops in temperature. And, there’s always a possibility that one followed you home, so we made sure to tell them that they didn’t belong with us at the end of every session.
I feel a bit odd having shared this; I know that if it wasn’t me who had written it I wouldn’t fully believe it. But I guarantee that no part of this is fiction, and I thank you for taking the time to read it!
Sent in by Poppy Brown, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com
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