This is a small cemetery, off the beaten path. Almost impossible to see from the road, you need to walk through brush and foliage to get to it. It is surrounded by a small hedge of dense overgrowth, and acres of farmland further isolate it.
Interesting.
The later it got, the darker it became, the less alone you felt.
We heard voices, saw things out of the corner of our eyes, heard clothing rustling that
was not our own, heard children laughing, the list goes on.
Most of this was before it got dark.
PHOTOS
Grafton is a pretty active place, more so at some times than others. Not too long ago, April of 2005, we went there at about 9:30 pm, and did actually get chased back to our car after having spent only about twenty minutes, at the most, inside the place. There were voices and cold winds that came right up to us and then, disappeared. We saw quite a few black shadows around the perimeter of the cemetery-
"shadow people"- that could not be seen head on.
At the entrance, we had a disturbingly unnerving sensation of being
completely unwanted. Coupled with the sounds of human voices that grew louder and louder yet could not be understood, plus the dragging footsteps in the brush to our left and right, it was one of the most distinctly haunting experiences I have ever had.
We literally ran back to our car, started it up and backed away from the small bridge.
We sat in the car for a few minutes, each of us as surprised as the other. We sat and
stared at the entranceway, watching a couple clouds of ecto moving back and forth near the
small hill.
The next time we went, May of 2005, was almost as good. This time we were able to enter and
wander around, still hearing the voices, but much less distinct. This time it was as if the
population was keeping it's distance, while still letting us know they were there.
We did manage to pick up an unusual EVP from our twenty minute
visit in April.
All EVPS after that are from 2008. The visit was good, except for the Scream. Yes, you heard me right.
Yikes.
This EVP has a very distinct 'echo' to it but this cemetery has no enclosed places in it and there are no buildings anywhere near it- there is no place an echo can be produced at all. No, I am not talking into a tin can. The only items I carry are my camera and my tape recorder. I am saying ...like a...um...'prisoner'.......
Look to the left. There is something near the center and outer edge of the tree that looks like two separate faces. There are several orbs as well, but look at the faces! I have enlarged them above ^^^
and brightened them below.
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Look to the left and I hope you see what we see.
See the wide open mouth and squinted eyes?
We see a screaming face in this orb.
Heartwrenching.
Enlarged below.
Here is a strange orb in a tree. The Rollover
shows Grafton in the daytime.
Here is an orb under a tree..The Rollover
shows a weird orb above, while an orb lays low, by a headstone.
There appears to be a person standing off to the left, a pretty short person. Can you see him?
Below is the close-up.
This photo shows an orb on the ground near the trashcan.
Hard to see from here, so we blew it up and lightened it a bit.
The rollover shows a thick cloud of ecto. Yikes.
This is a pretty interesting yellow orb, surrounded by some friends. Why is it yellow? I think we have all heard the 'emotion' theories.
Who really knows?
The Rollover shows a large bright orb.
This orb is actually bright lavender. This is located along the edge of the cemetery, and beyond that are the fields.
Touch the photo and you
are now to the right of the entrance, heading to the back. This is a pretty active area, as well. This is the spot where we frequently hear voices so loud, you don't need a recorder to hear them later.
Yow!
This bright little orb thinks he is invisible up in the tree.
Ha.
When you touch the photo, you will see an orb where a child's laughter and voice has been heard.
In this area, we heard our names called, and footsteps followed us around.
The peculiar thing about the footsteps was that they sounded like they were on gravel, but there is no gravel anywhere near the cemetery.
Roll over it and see a different field, with another big bright orb over it.
Here are some tiny bright orbs and a big bright one. The photo under it, shows a lavender orb in a wooded area.
This is definitely NOT dust......
The photo under it shows a lavender orb and a very bright one.
Here is a small blue orb by the children's spot. The Rollover shows the small blue orb flying away.
Here is a small bright orb by trashcan, at night. Touch the photo and see an orb, hiding in the brush by the entrance.
Can you see a nose, eyes and a thin straight mouth?
They look as if they are masks. But there doesn't seem to be a head behind the masks. (!!!)
Here is the scream, the original file. Just minding our own business, we are walking along, when a car pulls into the lane. We get a little worried, because TimR is sitting out there, by himself. We turn to go back and the car disappears, headlights no longer visible. Where did it go? We don't know. While we ponder this and walk, we hear the scream...
There is so much going on in this, it is unbelievable.
Just before the scream, a lady whispers fearfully, Oh Miss, Oh My God. Then the scream, then someone whispers I Think It's Tim, to which Beth replies, No. Only none of us said it, she answered a spirit! Then a very quiet voice whispers, Get Out.
Immediately after the whisper, I say, There goes my car, just before the car horn blares. Why I said it like that, I do not know.
It was NOT my car that beeped!
In fact, I asked Beth if it might have been Tim, maybe beeping to get our attention. She laughed nervously and said, No.
Then we hear, He's A Bad One. Who? Tim or the screamer?
At the tail end, we hear a very quiet voice whisper, Oh My God.
scream
This is Oh Miss, Oh My God, this happened just before the scream.
Oh Miss Oh My God
This is from the same clip above. In the seemingly quiet space between the car horn and He's a Bad One, I turned the sound up and this is what I heard...
A man's voice saying, Bout Time, Ah Wont Turn It Down, and Not Now.
Bout time
This is just after the last car horn above, a man whispers quietly, Oh, Very Loud....
Oh, Very Loud
This was a few moments before all the hullabaloo, we were standing near the back, kind of huddled, talking quietly. Beth spoke and a woman
whispered, Completely Bad
Why, we have no idea.
completlely bad
This is a Boingy Voice, undecipherable at the time I first heard it. Listen carefully and hear a man say,
Get Us Help
get us help
In the quiet at the back of the cemetery, was a spirit who kept coming out and going back, making his presence known and then hiding. Maybe this is why.
Don't Hit Me Not Home
dont hit me
Just a simple cry or two.
Help Help
Help
Naturally I saved the best one for last. This smarty pants whispers
