Graveyard Bones from Ghost to Ghost-part 2

This is the second installment of my paranormal postings. You can check out the first one here.

Cemeteries and graveyards tend to be associated with ghosts and scary happenings. If you believe ghosts are simply imprints of a life once lived, a soul with unfinished business, or the spirit returning to loved ones, then it seems odd that they should reside in such a place. They can be peaceful places, but you have to admit, as the sun sets and shadows appear…things starts to get spooky.

Abney Park, London

Old St. Mary’s, London


There’s nothing better than a stroll through an overgrown graveyard…in daylight.

Here is supposed evidence of a haunt in a graveyard as seen on Ghost Hunters.

 


Sometimes graveyards spring up in odd places. Cow fields, playgrounds, front yards, and car parks. I’m sure most people have caught wind of the Richard III discovery. How glamorous. I wonder if he got a laugh from it or was appalled as his grave was decorated with asphalt. Did he haunt the place? Anyone?

I’m impartial when it comes to believing in life after death, but I’m open. I do enjoy a good ghost story, real or created. Some of the best stories I heard are those from CBS Radio Mystery Theatre, Lights out and similar programs from long ago. Relic Radio is a good site to check out for old Horror radio programs, as well as other genres. You can find a whole load of CBS RMT episodes here.

Have you ever been curious to know what it’s like to haunt a house as a ghost? You can have a go if fancy! Play Haunt the House.

 ooooooooooh!!!!

-J










Graveyard Bones from Ghost to Ghost

For the past few days I have been listening to past episodes of Ghost to Ghost AM (the annual Halloween show for Coast to Coast AM). Listeners phone in to tell George Noory (and Art Bell when he was a presenter) their personal ghost stories. Some of which are truly spine tingling and eerie. I have delved into the world of spirits and supernatural most of my life, but of late, it had seeped into the nether regions of my brain. These shows have brought forth memories and ideas which I have held regarding ghosts, spirits, entities and such. I was a fervent believer as a child, however, my certainty has faded as I grow older and more stupid. I maintain healthy skepticism and I’m chillin’ on the fence like a beat up old ear-torn alley cat. I have a few tales of my own I should like to share with my reader (or readers, if I may be so bold). 

My first encounter started when I was a young child.  I woke up one April Fool’s morning to the sound of crying. I walked into the kitchen and I was told my aunt had passed away.  A few days later we traveled to my grandparents’ house in the mountains to stay for the duration of funeral festivities. One night either before, on, or after the funeral  we all retired to our respective bedrooms. I slept in the same bed as my mom in my Aunt’s old bedroom. As my mom often does, she was reading a book and the lamp was left on. Late in the night I suddenly woke up and I could hear my mom snoring, and the lamp was still on.  The blanket which covered us suddenly begin to pull itself  uniformly up towards my shoulders. I…strangely, was not frightened but I suspect a bit of “WTF?!?!” was going on in my brain as I called out to my mother and she said simply in her sleep something like “It’s nadie”. Well, who the hell “Nadie” was I didn’t know, except I would later find out “Nadie” was a great-great grandma of mine I never met. 

From then on, as I grew older, I became aware of strange things happening back home.  One time I was sitting in my bedroom floor looking at some stuff and a wire hanger flew from one corner of my bedroom to where I sat. That time I freaked out big time.

I would see glowing lights outside of a window, and knocks from outside of the house were frequent when the house was quiet or I was home alone. My family were open to such strange and unusual incidents and so I was never made to feel I had gone insane or anything like that. 

I have for you now two photographs taken back in 2002. This was taken with 35 mm black and white film. I heard my cats playing around and knocking things over so I had to go out to break up the party. I opened my door to find all four cats looking towards me and I thought it was the funniest thing so I snapped a few shots and this is what I found:

Is this a ghost? You decide. 

-J