The first time I went to St. Stephen's was pretty early in the day, a nice cool summer day in fact. I drove in to what I thought was the main entrance, and went in as far as I could with the car, which was not very far. I parked and looked to my right, and to my surprise, a man stood about fifteen feet away from me, leaning backwards against a headstone, paying no attention to me whatsoever. I realized he was probably deep in thought or prayer, so I looked away quickly to give him privacy.
I realized with a start, he might not be living, so I just as quickly looked back, just to check.
He was gone.
I ran quickly out of the car and into the street, checking up and down, then ran back in, to see if there was anywhere else he could have gotten to so quickly.
There was no where else.
He HAD to be a ghost.
I wandered around for a while, still never realizing there was a whole other side to this place. It was pretty well hidden from me, and besides, the section I was in seemed to be pretty darned active.
I went back with Tracey, quite a while later and we discovered a pretty big section, a lot newer, that
I had missed earlier.
This time, it was late at night. We were in for a pretty rough ride. There was an energy spot that made
both of us dizzy, the ground felt like it was moving, I kid you not. I became nauseous.
Footsteps followed us everywhere, faraway angry voices told us to get out,
and we were literally shoved around in a certain bushy area on the 'new' side.
Then as we were leaving, and I may say, really fast.....something came up on us
from behind and rushed at us, making even Tracey gasp~~
and let me tell you-
that doesn't happen very often.
Luckily, we got pictures from that moment.
YIKES!!!
PHOTOS
In this picture to the left, there is an apparition hiding in the dark. When I lightened this one, I saw a woman, either on her knees, or coming up out of the ground
This is behind us, the car is about five feet ahead of us and we were hot-footin' it!
Here she is, looking like a young teenager, very casually posed.
Does she look like she is on
her knees to you?
This is right after we got there. We got out of the car and took this photo behind us. Touch the photo and see a really nice orb in the bush right next to me.
There is a cemetery waste dump right behind the orb. Is he guarding it? Touch the photo and see what was behind me as I ran for the car. I actually had the presence of mind to take two shots. See the darkness in the lower right corner? What the heck was that??
This is in that same spot, photo to right, where a lady's voice was heard, and my camera kept going off. Touch the photo and see what looks like the same orb that was behind my car, now following us around.
My camera went off by itself in this spot. See the orb hiding in the bush at the top? It almost looks like ecto. Touch the photo and see what was in this bush when my camera went off AGAIN, by itself. Is someone trying to get our attention?
Here is Chris, checking his photos as curious orbs come over to look at them with him. Touch the photo and see what looks like a slight bit of strand ecto, right where the road turns.
I don't normally go for orb clouds, but sometimes there is something in them that must not be overlooked. Touch the photo and see a nice bright orb, under a tree I would just as soon, not stand under.
With all these other orbs around, take a close look at the one on the right, the tiny blue one and the larger whitish one at the top. Touch the photo and see the same spot, as the orbs move around this area, just drifting.
This is the same area as the pic on the left. Nice orb at the top and the center, on the bush. Touch the photo and see a nice orb, waiting.
This is a nice orb over this monument. Touch the photo and see a few orbs near the front of the place.
Here is a big beautiful bright orb behind my car, just following us around. Touch the photo and see a nice orb on the curve of the road, on the same spot as the ecto photo above. I was hoping for a replay, no such luck.
Not sayinga word, just listening.
Dulcie
EVPS
Just walking along, when a voice whispered kind of loud, twice.
Hey Hey
I asked if they every got visitors, they were not in a visiting mood.
Not Long You've Got To Go
This older woman was a little worried that night.
Oh Dear
Talking to my recorder, as I always do. It reminds me where I am, and what I am doing. A man whispered Watch This and thank goodness, nothing happened!
