This cemetery in Monroe is an awful eerie one. It is out in the middle of nowhere. There are no streetlights, no lights of any kind out there. Cars go by infrequently, traveling pretty fast.
They don't want to be out there either.
The first time we went, it was very dark inside, and it was hard to breathe when we stood
outside of the car. We tried walking around in there, but something about the place made us
want to try it on a different night.
I went back in the daytime, or rather, early evening, and it was simply a very shady, pleasant place
to wander around in.
I went back with Tracey that night, and Holy Cow, what a difference a few hours made!
Voices, shivering cold spots, footsteps behind you on the gravel, and a pitch black darkness
when we first entered, that didn't get any lighter, as it would if it was simply your eyes adjusting
to the dark.
As we fumbled along in the dark along the gravel path, I kept hearing what sounded like a man,
reading from a book, or reciting something. His voice never went up or down, he just simply kept
talking, his voice staying at the same loudness where ever we went.
Someone stroked my back from shoulder blade to shoulder blade at the same time a heavy
blast of cold air snaked around us.
We took several pictures of a quickly moving orb, always in just about the same spot, near
the ground, in the same area where someone touched me.
Wow, is all I have to say.
Just walking along, making small talk as we looked nervously around ourselves, one EVP was captured, as a very small voice said quietly, "Thank you....".
EVPS
Again, we were making small talk, listening to the animal noises, and commenting on them. I say, "An hour?" and we capture another EVP of a man, who whispers, "Half an hour." A different voice shows up over Tracey's voice, at the end, saying,
"see that pig?"
Here is the pig I assume he is talking about. Listen to an EVP of
grunting.
This EVP sounds like a girl's voice whispering, and she was pretty loud. Right next to me and right in my ear.
"Get out"
PHOTOS
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Thank you
see that pig
Half an hour
grunting
Get out
This is the kind of orb I hesitate to call dust, moisture, or anything else. Touch the photo and see a nice faint cloud of ecto, along with a few orbs, surrounding a tall monument.
Nice big bright orb at the top and when you touch the photo, see a nice big orange orb. This was a pretty exciting night here. It was extremely active,
every one of us was looking over our shoulders, and only our DieHards
wanted to go off by themselves.
In this one to the right, I lightened the photo a bit, trying to see if it actually was another headstone,
maybe sitting on a higher base.
You can see here, it is not.
Nice big bright orb at the top and when you touch the photo, see a nice big orange orb. This was a pretty exciting night here. It was extremely active,
every one of us was looking over our shoulders, and only our DieHards
wanted to go off by themselves.This is a faint orb, trying to disguise itself into looking like the headstones it hovers in front of . Touch the photo. It is gone, and that means it really was there, it is not another headstone.
Looks like the end of one of them, doesn't it?
This is what happened when I lowered my camera-which I wear on a long wide strap around my neck. It went off by itself and this is what I got. The photo under it is a moving orb, complete with trail, laying close to the ground.
In the top photo, look in the upper right, at the orb in the branches. Notice anything funny? The orb appears to be behind some branches. How can dust or moisture do that? The answer: It can't.
To the right, I have cropped the photo, and it is much easier to see the branch that lays over it. Touch the photo above, and see another moving orb, again, near the ground.
We kept mentioning to each other about how we just knew there was someone behind us the whole night, just keeping his distance.
Was this he? Eerie looking orb, isn't it? Touch the photoand see an orb between us and Chris in what turned out to be The Most Active Spot in there that night. A genuine Cold Spot, registering below zero at times, swirling around us, as we huddled together in wonder and fear. Voices and rustling sounds next to our ears, making us look up, knowing no animal could do what we were hearing.
Look at these two photos.
To the right, cropped and a little bigger. Pretty visible.>>
To the right again, cropped and larger.
Plainly obvious, the branch is in front of it.
This is a Very Interesting Photo.
I noticed something very odd about the flowers at the lower right.
Do you see a sort of Zebra print
next to each bouquet?
They look like boots to me. I cropped and enlarged the photo below, and they still look like a pair of walking boots.
Zebra print is not unheard of,
and if someone was very proud of them, why not?
~It doesn't matter that there is no body attached. Ghosts do not operate the way they do in the movies.
They can and do, show up in unusual ways sometimes.~
I think we need to stop attributing lofty ideals and angelic qualities to the earthbound spirits we find here and there, especially in cemeteries.
Most of them were and are human, if not in their bodies, at least in their minds, and they have the same qualities in uneasy death as
they had in life.
They are not always here to 'Protect' us,
as I hear people say all the time.
We might be the last thing on their minds.
Sometimes, they just want to go Home.
~and now, I shall get off my soapbox.~
Touch the photo above and seewhat it looked like in here, it was as if you were going to walk into a cave or something. Our camera flashes were startling, to say the least. Around the exterior of the cemetery, it was fairly light, and you could see for a good distance. But inside, it was very cold, very dark, and a man's low mumbling voice was everywhere, except on my tape. When I got home, I listened carefully for any hint of it, but there was none.
This is the above photo, cropped and enlarged.
Here is a pair of Zebra skin boots, walking along. This is probably a lady, who is very proud of her Zebra boots, and was either buried with them, or who loved them so much, she could not let go of them, even in death.
Apparel made from the skin of exotic animals was very much sought after and desired all the way up to the 1970's, when fur activists began to howl.
Only those with money could afford them, and if you were able to get a hold of something like this, it would have been very dear to you indeed.
This was taken in the very back of this cemetery. Several of us were spooked pretty badly in this area. It seems to harbor a spirit with a
very strong will, who does not like to be disturbed, and was strong enough to thoroughly drain just about everyone's batteries, not once, but twice. Touch the photo and see several orbs following us out of
that Terrible Area.
Look at the above photo. At first, you may think it is a fern along with the flowers.
But upon closer inspection, you will notice the lines are not in a position to be connected to the flowers. They hang down below the vase part of the holder. It wouldn't do that if it was in the holder. If it is a shadow, it is at the wrong angle, it should be behind the flowers, due to the position of the camera flash.
Here is a moving orb, leaving a trail behind it. Touch the photo,
and see that same orb as above, when I hurried up and darted around the corner, to try to see if it was still there.
It was!
This is a wonderful display of ecto that just came up out of nowhere.
Sometimes, if you just stand in one spot long enough, they will gather around you. Do you see faces in it? We do. Touch the photo,
and see some ecto rising up out of a grave just to the left.
~shiver ~
Here is another display of ecto, that just sort of drifts around us,
almost shyly. Touch the photo and see some more ecto.
This one looks like it is trying to lead us somewhere.
