This story isn�t really scary, but it was really touching to me. It was one of those events that just strengthened my belief in the afterlife.
I have this sort of macabre hobby, which originated from my love of travel. I photograph gravestones and graveyards. Whenever I have the time, I hop in my car and hit the road. I visit friends, visit an attraction, or visit a state that I hadn�t previously seen. I love cross-country trips. I simply explore the town and usually will find plenty of exciting people to get to know. Well, whenever I would explore, I would run into some really interesting graveyards and always wonder about the lives of the people lying there, possibly forgotten.
A trip to Poughkeepsie, NY, to visit a friend, really ignited this curiosity, and a new hobby was born. The graveyard I saw was huge. It seemed to go on for blocks, but I couldn�t tell you the actual size. It had several sections and a multitude of tombs, grave stones, and even a mausoleum. Well, the friend that I went to visit had to work during the day, so to keep myself occupied I drove around the city.
Cemetery in Poughkeepsie New York
I kept passing this graveyard and finally gave in. I drove inside and was amazed. It was breath-taking. The tombs and gravestones were beautiful. I have never seen so many different types of stones and had never seen a tomb before. I decided to start taking pictures with one of those disposable, wind-up cameras. Before I knew it I was out of film. I was so engrossed by this place that I had to take more. I headed to a drug store down the street and bought a multi-pack of more disposables and headed back.
I literally spent the entire day there taking pictures, enjoying the atmosphere, and exploring the entire grounds. What really struck me was the fact that a person�s entire life could be summed up in a few sentences and a stone. The entire breadth of a lifetime, summed up with one thought. I was just awed and touched by some of the stones and amazed with the architecture.
I didn�t see another person the entire time I was there. It was simply me and a bunch of silent stones. Well, I went around, driving my Jeep and stopping at each little segment of the grounds. I would explore the entire segment and then move on to the next. I often found myself with quite a trek back to the car by the time I finished. Like I said previously, I had spent the entire day there, and it was starting to become dusky.
Well, I decided to hit the mausoleum and then head back to the hotel. I began taking pictures of some of the plaques, but it really wasn�t as interesting as the stones. During this time I kept felling watched. It was strange because I hadn�t felt watched the entire day. One would think being in a graveyard would be a spooky feeling, but the whole time I was there I was very comfortable and felt very welcome, for lack of a better term.
All of a sudden I felt like I was being watched, from one portion of the building. I looked around for other people, but there were none to be seen. On one side of the mausoleum there was a large, open lawn with no stones. On the other there was a patch of trees about 50 feet thick. Not a place anyone could really hide. I just sort of shrugged it off and finished taking pictures.
Feeling very accomplished and excited to see the pictures, I walked back, packed up the car, and got ready to go. I began driving past the mausoleum and all of a sudden I got the feeling that I needed to stop right away. Now, mind you, this is exactly where I was feeling watched earlier. I got the sense that I had forgotten something. It was really weird because outside of a bottle of water, a camera, and my cell phone I didn�t take anything out of the car. I checked and all of those things were present.
For no apparent reason, I parked, leaving the car running and began to walk up the hill toward the small patch of woods near the mausoleum. I walked about ten feet in and there she sat�a little angel on a bench. Right in the midst of this little patch of woods was a small gravestone of an angel, sitting on a bench, all alone. I was immediately overwhelmed. I literally got tears in my eyes. I ran back to the car to get my camera and these are the pictures I took.
I know it sounds crazy, but the feeling I got while I was there was completely overwhelming. I mean I actually left my car running in NY to go explore this patch of trees� that�s how strong it was. It was like a little kid who hadn�t gotten his or her turn yet and was feeling left out. She just wanted her moment too and had waited so patiently to get it.
I took several pictures, spent a little time with her, thanked her for calling me over, and then left. She made a distinct impression on me and I will never forget that little angel.
Sent in by Jennifer Montana, Copyright 2009