Who doesn't love scary stories about the 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 for 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.

This real story written from the words real person. However, my interlocutor asked to keep his name and some details secret. He is a medical worker, he went through two wars: the Patriotic and the Korean. We are sitting in a small, cozy living room, and he tells exciting stories, interesting stories, and he had a lot of them over the seventy-eight years of his life.

His sparkle in his eyes and oratory take us far, far back. However, now, telling this story, there was a stamp of sadness on his face, and a wave of pain splashed in his eyes.

“This happened just before the war. I had just received my diploma as a surgeon, and I was sent to work in the south - in the Kazakh steppes. He worked in a small regional center as a surgeon in the emergency room, but sometimes replaced a pathologist.

That hot summer day is deeply etched in my memory; there were many patients and I didn’t have a minute to rest. They sent an orderly to me with a request to stop the appointment and urgently begin an autopsy of the body of a man brought by his relatives on a cart; he was struck and killed by lightning. My colleagues examined him and pronounced him dead. The relatives were in a hurry; the journey home was long and far. One hundred kilometers in these places was not considered a great distance. Just at that moment I opened the boil and could not leave the patient. He replied that I could come over in a few minutes, asking my sister to apply a bandage. I was just heading towards the exit when I heard a quiet voice, female voice- “don’t go.” I turned around and looked around, there was no one in the office, the nurse was in the dressing room. Here they brought a patient with an open fracture of the femur, I began to treat emergency assistance. The orderly came for me again, but I was busy. When I finished providing assistance, again the female voice very clearly said, “don’t go.” Then there was a patient with acute bleeding, and I was delayed.

An orderly came into the office and said that the head doctor was angry. I replied that I would be there soon. Having finished with the patient, and already approaching the door, I heard a woman’s voice again - “don’t go.” And I decided - I was stopped three times, I won’t go, and that’s it! I stayed in the office and resumed my appointment. The chief came - angry, beside himself: “Why don’t you follow my order?” To which I calmly say: “I have a lot of patients, but the therapist is sitting and not doing anything (I also got angry and was rude), let him go, he also went through this like me. The head doctor, furious, left after him.

Twenty minutes later the autopsy began. And a terrible thing happened: a colleague sawed chest and began to dissect the lungs, when suddenly the deceased jumped up and, splashing blood, began to scream, and rushed at the doctor. A frightened colleague flew out of the anatomy room, covered in blood and with crazy eyes, ran into my office and shouted: “Faster, faster! He's alive! I examined the patient and answered skeptically: “Who? Dead? “Yes, he is alive, take the tool and save him.” I didn’t believe it, but I took the suitcase with the tools, talked to my sister and went after him. Having caught up with him, I saw that my colleague had turned completely gray.

A half-dead man was lying on the floor of the anatomy room. He was bleeding, it was too late to do anything, life was leaving him. A few minutes later he died for real. A colleague received a long sentence for premeditated murder. During the war he was released and died during the liberation of Warsaw. And to this day I don’t know who called me and stopped me and saved me from big trouble. Maybe a guardian angel, or maybe a premonition and intuition?..” He finished the story without touching the cooled tea. And I sat and thought about how thin the line between life and death is, how many mysterious and incomprehensible things are around.

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.

I lived in big city, but after the birth of our son, our family was forced to return to live in the village where I come from. The son had a severe allergy to city smog and further living in the city threatened him with death. All our relatives who lived in the village were very happy about our return and often gathered together to while away the long winter evenings.

They chatted about different things, but after the “destroying” of several graves in the cemetery (drunk youth were having fun), more and more often the conversation began with incidents related to the cemetery.

Scary story No. 1

Someone got into the habit of stealing fences near the graves in the cemetery - my uncle began the story. Almost every night the fence from someone's grave disappeared. Apparently he was a strong man, he removed some of the fences along with the concrete pouring and took them away to God knows where. They decided that he was stealing and selling somewhere in other villages, but they could not catch him, even the police were on duty and did not notice anything. As soon as we set up an ambush, the fences are intact, just like there is no ambush, the next fence disappears. How could this vandal know when the ambush would happen? And, most importantly, there were no traces of the car anywhere, it was clearly carried away on his shoulders, but no one knows where. The service dog didn’t pick up the trail, just sniffed, then snorted and turned away. Rumors spread throughout the village that it was the unclean who was doing mischief, and at night no one went on duty at the cemetery, they were afraid of the unclean. Our priest walked around the cemetery with a censer, read prayers, but it still didn’t help.

But then one day, those who lived closer to the cemetery heard a strong and terrible scream from the cemetery at night. So strong that even in the house one could hear some kind of inhuman scream. Naturally, they were afraid to go there at night, but a whole horde went when the sun was high and saw that a man was kneeling near the grave of a recently buried local blacksmith. His head sticks out between the bars of the fence. and the bars around the neck are compressed. The blacksmith forged this fence for himself while he was still alive and said that they would put it on his grave. A beautiful fence forged with love, not a single welded seam. The blacksmith probably got angry and punished the thief, but it wasn’t the thief himself who stuck his head into the fence and even squeezed the bars around his neck. Since that time, theft from the cemetery has stopped.

Scary story No. 2

You’re right, Semyon (that’s my uncle’s name),” the next interlocutor continued the conversation. The dead can punish their offenders. My friend from a neighboring village was visiting me and talking about the death of a girl after graduation.

There they had a school graduation and three graduating girls decided, rather than buy bouquets of beautiful flowers, to collect bouquets at the cemetery. Early in the morning we ran to the cemetery and picked up bouquets from one of the graves from yesterday's funeral. They came to school with these bouquets. The girls gave bouquets to the teachers, and Yana (that was the name of one of the girls) left one bouquet at home - she put the most beautiful one in a vase on the table, and gave the second one to the teacher. So, two girls and three teachers who received a bouquet from the cemetery fell ill the next day and went to the hospital, and in the evening Yana moved the bouquet from the cemetery closer to her crib and went to bed. This morning I didn’t leave my bedroom. Mom came in, and her daughter was dead. She found herself strangled. All the relatives had an alibi for that night, no traces - the killer was not found. Doctors concluded that she died from a severe allergy to flowers.

Scary story No. 3

Do you remember the incident the year before last, Aunt Klava spoke up. This is what we had. That case with Kirill, a local drunkard and rowdy. He also called himself a demon or a vampire, and people called him that and shunned him, none of the men wanted to be friends with him. He was healthy and when he drinks, he gets into a fight, and even bites - he screams, I’ll drink the blood from you. No one could rein him in or teach him a lesson. Guys, it used to be that about five people would get together and try to teach him a lesson. They’ll attack him, beat him, but he doesn’t seem to feel any pain, he’ll give the men black eyes under his eyes, and he’ll even break someone’s arm or leg.

But the scythe hit a stone - the drunkard couldn’t handle the local moonshine, he got so drunk that he died, as people say - he was burned by vodka. Well, the whole village gathered as much as they could (the drunkard himself lived) and organized a funeral, people after all. They took the coffin to the cemetery, lowered it into the grave and the diggers began to bury it, everyone stood quietly, there was no one to cry, and suddenly a noise was heard from the grave, the diggers froze in their tracks. The coffin with the earth thrown over it began to go into the ground, down there. He dropped about three meters and stopped. They covered the grave with the remaining earth, and they also had to bring it, almost one and a half cars fit into the grave while they made a mound and put up a cross with an inscription. In the village they said for a long time that he might actually be a vampire and that he was striving to go to the kingdom of shadows with his own people, but no one knows what is really there. From time immemorial there have been no quarries or mines in this area.

This story about the cemetery may seem mystical and a little scary to you, but this story happened to me and I want to share it, it’s up to you to believe or not to believe in this story, but the story is very interesting.

A little about me: my name is Pavel and I have been working as a mechanic for 23 years and receive a good salary. I don’t have a wife or children either. After I finished 11th grade, I had a dream of becoming a director, making films and stuff like that. But apparently it didn’t work out for me with all this, you ask why? My parents divorced and I stayed with my mother, and after the divorce we didn’t even have enough money for food, so I had to go work at a factory. But still, I had my own dream of becoming a director. And in my city there were no places where one could study this profession. Therefore, I decided to go to the city of Perm where my relatives lived who agreed to find me good school. But I also had a mother whom I couldn’t just leave, so I promised her that I would help her. That's how I moved to the city of Perm.

The story itself: I moved to the city of Perm, I was traveling on a train that was moving very slowly. But still I got there in 6-7 hours. My relatives met me safely and I went to their home. The next day I woke up, they called me in for breakfast, fed me delicious porridge and gave me tea. But still, I asked them how things were going with school (where I was supposed to study to become a director)? They answered everything was fine they found me suitable school All that remains is to go there and discuss everything. I was very happy and thanked them. But they told me that in return I should go with them to the cemetery. I reluctantly agreed. We all got ready, left the house, got into the car and headed to the cemetery. I asked them a lot of questions about the cemetery, but they didn’t even say anything, as if they were going there for the first time and didn’t know anything about it. Well, we got to the cemetery and we parked the car. It seemed very strange to me that there was no one near the cemetery and no one was even selling flowers and all sorts of junk. We were walking along the road when out of nowhere some old woman appeared. She came up to us with a scary look and said, “I beg you, don’t go there.” Then she went to the exit. I was getting worse and worse. I couldn’t stand it and said, maybe we shouldn’t go there, but the old woman said not to go, why do we need all this? My relatives looked at me and said - if we don’t go with our dreams, we won’t help you get into school! I continued to follow them with a feeling of no similarity. We had already walked about 1-2 kilometers and I felt a pain in my head. We reached the grave we needed and I felt even worse. It seemed to me that the devil himself would come up to me and hit me on the head with all his might. We stood for about 5 minutes near the grave when suddenly I looked into the distance and saw the silhouette of a man, or rather an elderly woman, who was standing in my direction and looking at me. I shook my head, thinking this was nonsense, looked around and there was no one visible except my relatives. Relatives said that we could all go as ladies. I was happy and forgot about all these nightmares. We returned home, it was already evening, everyone had done their business and we all went to bed. And in a dream I dreamed of a situation where I saw that silhouette. I was looking at this silhouette when suddenly, blinking, the old woman we met at the cemetery appeared in front of the stove. I woke up looking scared, I didn’t believe in all this. But everything worked out, I still dreamed about these scary dreams for about a week but I continued to live. I entered the director's school and everything is fine with me. But still, I remember this story every day and even now I feel uneasy.