From 04/06/2019, 12:08

Oh, that was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university... The guy called me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I wanted to! But the question became about something else: where to go for a walk if you’re tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything we could. And then I joked: “Shall we go and wander around the cemetery?!” I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, because I did not want to show my cowardice.

Mishka picked me up at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, watched a movie and took a shower together. When it was time to get ready, Misha told me to dress in something black or dark blue. To be honest, I didn’t care what I was wearing. The main thing is to experience a “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!

We've gathered. We left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. Fifteen minutes later we were there. I hesitated for a long time and did not leave the car. My beloved helped me! He offered his hand like a gentleman. If it weren’t for his gentlemanly gesture, I would have stayed in the salon.

Who doesn't love scary stories about a cemetery? Today we will talk about six creepy and real cemeteries full of... mysterious phenomena, ghosts and mysticism. So, buckle up and...

1. Scary stories about Silver Cliff Cemetery

Origin of the name of the cemetery Silver Cliff, located in the state of Colorado, goes back to the one of the same name located in close proximity mining town. In turn, the city took its name from the Silver Cliff silver mine. Despite the rich deposits of ore, the companies involved in the development of the deposit declared themselves bankrupt three times due to poor management and financial fraud! The cemetery is famous to this day for its wandering blue lights. National Geographic published an article about these lights in 1969. Witnesses told various scary stories about this cemetery, for example, that these lights were small, round shape and tended to temporarily change color from blue to another. These lights danced around the gravestones. Some argue that it could be the reflection of light from the city, but the first sightings date back to a time before Silver Cliff was electrified.

2. Mystical stories about the Stip Cemetery

Steep Cemetery is a small, abandoned cemetery located in the Morgan-Monroe State Forest in Indiana. There are only a few dozen burials here, some of them two hundred years old. Officially, this is a family cemetery, but horror stories about the cemetery say that in fact the graveyard was founded by members of the Crebbites cult. The rituals of this group included the raising of snakes and sexual orgies. Some eyewitnesses claim that you can still hear the words of spells and prayers of cultists at night.
However, I have been unable to find any references to Crebbites apart from Steep Cemetery, which would suggest classifying the story as an urban legend.
Another legend tells of a loving mother who visited the grave of her dead child, even after her death. own death. According to another story, crying can be heard in the cemetery old woman, who cursed this churchyard after a group of students killed her dog and threw the animal's body among the graves.

3. Scary stories about Camp Chase Cemetery

Camp Chase Confederate Cemetery, located in Columbus, Ohio, was the final resting place for 2,260 Confederate soldiers. Why Ohio? It was here that the northerners located a camp for prisoners of war of the southerners, where during the period Civil War contained 9,400 soldiers. In 1863, a black smallpox epidemic spread through the camp, the victims of which are buried in the Camp Chase Cemetery. By the way, there are the remains of not only captured southerners, but also northerners who worked on the staff of the camp. After the end of the war, the camp was liquidated, and the cemetery remained as the only trace of the existence of this place of detention of prisoners of war. At the same time wooden crosses began to be replaced with tombstones only in 1895.

Louisiana Rensburg Briggs

Louisiana Rensburg Briggs was a Confederate sympathizer from New Madrid, Missouri. Her father sent her to Ohio so she could escape the horrors of war. After the war ended, she married a northern veteran, but never forgot her past views. The woman constantly visited the Camp Chase cemetery, where she brought flowers to various graves of captured southerners, even when the graves were completely overgrown with weeds. Briggs always wore a veil on her evening visits to the churchyard to conceal her identity. This is how she earned her nickname, “The Veiled Lady of Camp Chase Cemetery.” Subsequently, Louisiana took the lead in taking measures to restore and preserve the cemetery. After her death in 1950, there were reports of a ghost appearing in the churchyard. crying woman, who leaves mysterious flowers on graves. The Briggs Mission lead became known as the "Grey Lady". Her paranormal activity is partly linked to the grave of a 22-year-old Tennessee soldier named Benjamin Allen. You can also note the presence of reports of the appearance of ghosts of Southern soldiers in the Camp Chase cemetery.

4. Scary stories from Highgate Cemetery

There are many buried in Highgate Cemetery in London, UK. famous personalities, but after it was filled, the current costs of maintaining the graveyard were finally stopped. As a result, vegetation covered the entire territory of the cemetery and turned it into a classic, creepy place. It was even the location for a number of horror films from Hammer Films Productions in the late 50s. In the 1970s, increased interest in the occult led to rumors of the first ghosts and even vampires in Highgate Cemetery. The ensuing vandalism and grave robbing only further fueled these legends and ultimately sparked a contest between the "magician" Saint Manchester and David Farrant. Each of them swore that he would be the one to drive the vampire out of the cemetery. A whole series Unpleasant incidents were committed at the churchyard between 1970 and 1973, during which crowds of people gathered in the cemetery under the cover of darkness, after which dug up, desecrated remains were found there in various positions. Police applied for an arrest warrant, and Farrant was convicted in 1974 of grave desecration and vandalism. Manchester and Farrant continue their occult rivalry to this day. The latest evidence of the fear of vampires is reflected in the 1972 film Dracula, which provoked large-scale crime at Highgate Cemetery.

5. Chase Family Mausoleum and its history

The Chase family burial vault was built in 1724 in the parish of Barbados Christ Church and was first used for its intended purpose in 1807. The remains were buried, and the mausoleum itself was sealed with marble and cement. In 1812, the tomb was opened for the fourth funeral, but it was discovered that the three coffins that had previously been left there had been moved! And the child’s coffin was completely placed vertically. They were all swapped and opened. Two more times, in 1816 and 1819, the tomb was reopened for subsequent funerals. And again it was noticed that the coffins were all turned the other way or stood behind each other. Moreover, even after the first discovery of this strange phenomenon, the governor of the island ordered the doors of the crypt to be sealed, having previously poured sand inside, which was supposed to be evidence of the invasion of the tomb, but failed to cope with this role. Then the family decided to transfer the ashes of people dear to them to another place. Since then, the tomb has stood untouched. Despite reports at the time indicating no signs of flooding in the crypt, most simple explanation The phenomenon can be considered the release of groundwater to the surface. This is what could move the coffins without destroying the layer of sand. Since coral was also used as the material of the tomb, the possibility of water appearing can be considered one of the versions explaining the terrible stories about the cemetery and what happened.

6. The Horrors and Vampires of Chestnut Hill Cemetery

Chestnut Hill Baptist Cemetery, located in Exeter, Rhode Island, is known for the appearance of a vampire named Mercy Brown on its grounds. She outlived her sister and mother, victims of tuberculosis, and often visited their graves. In January 1892, 19-year-old Mercy herself fell ill with tuberculosis and was soon reunited with her family on the cemetery grounds. George, Mercy's father, began to complain that she came to him every night, complaining of hunger. His son Edwin also fell ill with tuberculosis, but since he also spoke of Mercy's nightly visits, the family and villagers believed that the cause of his illness lay in the restless deceased. George Brown, with the participation of others, dug the graves of his wife and two daughters on March 17, 1892. Of these, only Mercy, who died in January, was not subject to the effects of decomposition. This was enough evidence for George to believe in her rebirth as a vampire. The villagers cut out Mercy's heart, burned it, mixed the resulting ashes with water and gave it to the sick Edwin as medicine. Despite this, he died a few months later. The story of Mercy Brown inspired a number of writers to create several novels, including Bram Stoker's Dracula.

Until now, I have twice successfully turned to the same whispering grandmother for help, who twice poured out my fear on wax. And both times were connected with my, presumably, dreams. And they took place in different dormitories.

1. My grandmother died that summer (oncology). She and I have lately The relationship was so-so: she was very weak and was in pain, which is why my grandmother was nervous. Yes, she lived with her grandfather in our private parental home. The relationship between our family members was out of control. Hate from morning to evening. Therefore, I dreamed of getting away from them all as quickly as possible.

This story happened to my friend Tanya several years ago. During those years she worked at funeral home, took orders and completed documents, in general, did the usual routine work. She carried out her work functions during the day, and other employees stayed at night. But one day, due to a colleague going on vacation, Tanya was offered two weeks to work at night shift, and she agreed.

In the evening, having started her shift, Tanya checked all the documents and phone number, talked with the employees who were on duty in the basement, and sat down on her workplace. It got dark, my colleagues went to bed, and there were no calls from clients. Time passed as usual, Tanya was bored at her workplace, and only the cat, which had taken root at their work and was considered a collective cat, brightened up her life a little, and even she was sleeping at that moment.

I didn’t really believe in the stories about how the intercom rang and then someone broke into the apartment. But my aunt's story shook my disbelief.

My aunt, cousin Nadezhda's father is a materialist. She does not believe in anything otherworldly; she believes that any phenomenon has a physical or chemical explanation. In general, she never entered into discussions of this kind, believing that to each his own. She is an economist, has a scientific degree, and taught at one of the universities. Now she is 65 years old, has no children, got married by chance (according to her own words) at 50 years old. Her husband, Mikhail, on the contrary, really believes in supernatural powers, is interested in ufology, and in general he is an engineer and a jack of all trades.

This story happened with my mother’s childhood friend, let’s call her Lena. What should be done here small retreat, in order to talk about the heroine of the story herself. Lena is a very simple woman, to say the least. She doesn’t read books, isn’t interested in science fiction and mysticism, most of her life she worked as an ordinary clerk in a bank, and no one would think of accusing her of lying or having a wild fantasy. For this reason, the story she told does not raise the slightest doubt; she simply could not invent it.

One fine day, Lena was sitting at home with her four-year-old son Sasha in their one-room apartment and did housekeeping. Leaving the boy, enthusiastically playing with cars in the room, Lena went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for her husband, and, as usual, got busy with business and did not look into the room for quite a long time.

I'll tell you a story that was told to me at the funeral of a relative. Women began to criticize the mullah woman among themselves, saying that she did not allow her to cry from her heart. And suddenly one of the relatives present in the conversation began to hastily talk about tears, too, but rather strange ones.

From her words, her niece, who is a distant relative of us, died. I didn’t know her during my lifetime, a young girl, a medical student, very beautiful, committed suicide. Nothing accompanied this behavior, as she was very cheerful, successful and a favorite in the family. And the suicide itself left many questions that were never answered. She jumped from a high-rise building. This was the police version. Law enforcement agencies and parents found nothing but farewell letter on social networks.

Dear readers site, this story will be about unusual dreams with the participation of the dead. I understand that reading about dreams may not always be interesting, but, as you know, in a dream we connect, if I put it correctly, to the universal space and we need to be attentive to what the dead say or do to us in a dream.

It all started when I returned from the store one weekend morning. Mom stared at me as if she saw all the aliens descending to earth at once.

- How did you end up here? – she asked a question that seemed strange even to me, immediately running away from the threshold into the room.
When I entered there, she frightenedly pointed to a chair. There was a pillowcase there that she gave us as a gift. New Year one of the relatives.

Creepy stories about the dead, death and cemeteries. At the junction of our world and the other world, sometimes very strange and unusual phenomena, which are difficult to explain even to very skeptical people.

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One of my relatives, who survived the Holocaust as a child, shared this story with me. Further from her words.

Before the war we lived well. Our family was large and friendly. I was the eldest child in the family, helped my mother with housework, looked after the younger children and, like all Soviet children, dreamed of a bright future. One day my mother told me: “Daughter, today I saw bad dream“My grandmother came to me and said that we will all die, but you will be saved and will live happily ever after.” It was.

Recently, a woman I knew’s mother died. She was very worried and shared her thoughts. She told a story that she woke up early in the morning, got out of bed and wanted to turn on the light. The switch clicked, the light came on and then went out. I tried to turn it on several times, but it didn’t light up, so I decided to replace it. I unscrewed it and it was intact. She thought that this was a sign and began to ask for forgiveness out loud from her mother’s soul.

I recently read about a deceased person with a lit candle in front of his photo. I read it late in the evening and at the end of the prayer for some reason I felt fear. This was on the 9th day after the funeral. Anxiety crept in.

Before this, the day before, a deceased person appeared, as in a dream. I didn’t understand anything at all, since it flashed by very quickly, and I only remembered the image of him lighting a candle, which was burning so brightly.

I will write about small strange incidents that happened to me, and which I heard about from witnesses of the phenomena.

Mom lives in a private house. When she was strong, she often baked something, and she made such wonderful pies. I come to my mother one day. She is sitting at the table with my brother's daughter. They sit at a table near the window, eat pies, drink tea. Immediately from the threshold they start vying with me to say: “We saw this! Just now! 5 minutes ago we flew past the window over the beds somewhat perfectly. So slowly, everyone is a little different in size, the size of an average ball. Light in appearance, like soap bubbles. And they’re all so bright and shimmering different colors. They flew purposefully, calmly, as if someone was walking and leading them on a string. And they flew away towards the neighbors, to Baba Polya. We watched from the window as long as we could, but didn’t go out into the street, because, despite the fact that it was summer, day, sun, for some reason it was scary.” I helped them eat the pies, and after an hour and a half, Lena and I went home. We went out into the yard, and there was some kind of fuss among the neighbors, we left the yard, and on the street, a neighbor from the house opposite said: “Polya’s grandmother has died.”

The priests do not recommend opening the coffin after the funeral service has been performed for the deceased and the lid has been nailed shut. I always knew about this ban, but could not find an explanation for it. After googling, I came to the conclusion that it’s like official version, why is it prohibited, no. And now even, with the permission of the priest, sometimes it is allowed to open the lid of the cemetery so that people who were not in the church for the funeral service can say goodbye to the deceased. But still undesirable.

I addressed this question to my 80-year-old grandmother. To which she told me a story that happened to her relatives in the village.

As a child, every summer I vacationed with my grandparents in the village. But when I was nine years old, my grandmother died of cancer. She was responsive and kind person, and a very good grandmother.

At the age of fourteen, I came to the village to visit my grandfather, who was very lonely and sad without his wife. In the morning, my grandfather went to the local market while I slept in the cozy bed.

Then, in my sleep, I hear some strange steps along wooden floor. It creaks just so clearly. I lay facing the wall and was afraid to move. At first I thought it was my grandfather who had returned. Then I remembered that in the morning he is always at the market. And suddenly someone’s cold hand falls on my shoulder, and then I hear the voice of my late grandmother: “Don’t go to the river.” I couldn’t even move from fear, and when I pulled myself together, nothing strange happened.

I’m here that we live next to a cemetery and I had a young neighbor who was drinking. Her deceased father came to see her, and we talked about life and death. She eventually died. Recently it was one year since his death.

She lived in a house located along the main street and which she had to pass by every day. And this year, I went to the store almost every day, past her house, but I did not walk quietly, but ran quickly without looking. There was always a bad feeling and some kind of lifelessness. I attributed everything to past death and time.

When I received my profession, I lived in a hostel not in hometown. I went home once every two weeks. There were 3 girls living in our dorm room, their home was closer than mine and they went to see their parents every weekend.

In January 2007, my only grandmother died. Although during her life we ​​did not communicate with her very often, and our relationship with her was not as close as many, but after her death, I often dreamed of her for some time. But we will talk about one dream or phenomenon, I don’t even know what to call it.

It was my grandmother’s fortieth day, but I didn’t go to the wake, we just had exams (and, as I said, we didn’t have any particularly warm family relations). I was left alone in the room and was preparing for exams, it was already about 2 am, and I decided to go to bed. I didn’t turn off the light (the girls and I often slept with the light on), closed the door and, turning to the wall, lay down. Sleep just didn’t want to come to me, and I lay there and thought about all sorts of exams.

At the cemetery, the dead meet a newcomer. Gennady Ivanovich and Vitaly Nikolaevich were sitting on a bench, basking in the rays of the spring sun. They always did this when it was a nice day.

When bad weather prevailed outside, they rested, although there were times when curiosity forced them to get out into the snow, rain and wind. Previously, such troubles happened occasionally, but recently they have occurred more and more often.

Now was one of those beautiful ones sunny days, when they had intelligent conversations about the meaning of existence, about life and death, about love and hate and other topics that can be discussed forever. In principle, they had plenty of time. Something, but it was enough.

In this “boarding house,” as they used to call their place of stay, peace and quiet always reigned. True, there were incidents when some young vandals climbed here to misbehave or cause damage, but this happened infrequently. And strangers were extremely rare here. Apart from the working staff, they didn't see many visitors.

It was boring here, but no one could help it.

Their relatives rarely visited them. At first, when they settled in a “boarding house,” relatives, loved ones, sometimes friends came to them, talked about their lives, about painful things, remembered the past, cried and laughed. Each of those who lived here looked forward to these meetings with great impatience, because it was they who mainly adorned the monotony of their existence.

Another event was the arrival of the next newcomer. From him one could learn a lot about life there, behind the fence, behind the gates that separated their small, quiet world from the big world, full movement, events, various interesting things.

Dear Sirs, we were discussing one of our traditional themes, as Andrei Semenovich approached them, dressed in old, but clean and ironed, military uniform. Like them, the former military commissar was an old-timer in this establishment.

He greeted politely.

- Comrades, another recruit has arrived to us. Let's go meet him.

For him, everyone who showed up at the boarding house was recruits. They are used to calling them newcomers. At the cemetery, the dead meet a newcomer.

Slowly we walked towards the gate. Out of the corner of their eye, they noticed that other residents were also rushing to meet them. Of course! Here everyone was eaten by boredom and any new events that could satisfy her hunger led the surrounding people to the center of the event, like moths to the flame of a fire. True, insects often find their death there, but this did not threaten the locals.

So they saw the whole procession: relatives, priest, gravediggers, relatives and friends, the traditional “lawn”. This usually always happens, with rare exceptions.

He stood to the side.

Short, thin, wearing a black two-piece suit. He looked at his own people, and at first did not pay attention to those who came to meet him. Finally I looked back and saw them. I realized who it was. But he didn’t say a word, he simply nodded, greeting his new roommates.

The driver, Uncle Kolya, that’s what the street kids called him, whom he loved to ride on his “lawn,” lit a cigarette.

A figure flashed in the side mirror of the car. I looked closer - no one. Crossed himself.

He looked at his colleague who had kept him company during the funeral.

- You know, people say that when they bury another dead person in a cemetery, the dead meet a newcomer - all the souls come out to meet him. More precisely, his soul. Do you believe this?

“I don’t even know what to answer.”

“I don’t know either, but I think that after death we have two paths: to heaven or to hell.” There is no other option. Who then can meet them? Really those who did not serve their forty days on Earth?

- Who knows. You know, I think so myself that there may be cases when a person has committed so many sins in his life that he will definitely not be taken to heaven, but maybe he did good deeds, then his path to hell is barred. Those who are no longer needed by anyone can meet new souls in the cemetery.

- And what is this? Forever?

- Why? I think their fate will be decided in time Last Judgment.

- Hm... Maybe so. You know, I don't like uncertainty. Either yes or no. I wouldn't want to be in their place.

“Where we will be after death depends only on us.”

Uncle Kolya again thought he saw someone in the mirror. But, looking carefully into the reflection, once again didn't notice anyone. He held back the swearing that wanted to slip from his tongue. I started the engine and drove towards the exit from the cemetery.

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