Cemetery Scare

Karen couldn’t shake the desire to visit the cemetery.

She had no relatives buried there.

A few years ago she had a bad breakup and instead of going home to an empty house would go to the cemetery after work. She would walk among the headstones thinking about her life and the changes she had to make. She realized Kyle wasn’t the best boyfriend and since meeting him, she broke ties with friends . . . she now had some serious mending to do.

So, the cemetery was a quiet place for her to go and think.

Karen hadn’t been back for years . . . Why the sudden desire to visit?

She made dinner plans with a woman from work, Beth, who was grieving the loss of her husband.

Karen thought if she made plans for after work, then this crazy notion of going to the cemetery would stop weighing on her mind.

Beth walked in Karen’s office, “Hey, would you mind stopping at the cemetery with me before dinner? I want to place some flowers on his grave.”

Karen couldn’t believe it!! The cemetery!! Why on earth . . .

“Wouldn’t you rather go alone? I can meet you at the restaurant.”

“Oh! All right. I thought you liked going to the cemetery to clear your head.”

“I did when Kyle and I broke up . . . Beth, just this morning I felt this ‘pull’ to go to the cemetery . . . I know it sounds crazy, but I’m afraid to go . . . ”

“That’s strange. My daughter and I usually go on Sunday after church, but I felt a ‘pull’ to go today after work. Something strange is going on.”

Karen nodded.

“Well . . . aren’t you curious?”

“More afraid than curious.”

Karen called a psychic friend of hers. She needed answers.

Rachel, the psychic, listened to Karen’s concerns and began spreading out her Tarot cards.

“I see danger. Where were you when you started feeling pulled to visit the cemetery?”

“In the break room.”

“And where was your friend, Beth, when she felt pulled to put flowers on her husband’s grave?”

“I don’t know. Let me check.” She put Rachel on hold and called Beth.

“She was in the break room.”

“I’ll meet you after work in your office and ask Beth to join us.”

Karen and Beth were on needles and pins the rest of the work day.

They didn’t dare go into the break room. They sensed that Rachel sensed something sinister in there. They tried to figure out what was different from the previous day . . . Did someone bring something in?

They no longer pondered the possibility when Hank came in with a relic . . .

“I’ve been looking high and low for my good luck charm I got from one of my professors when I graduated from college. My day was going nowhere. I had cancelled appointments and a couple of clients quit and told me they were going elsewhere. I retraced my steps . . . ”

Karen stopped listening . . . Hank must have dropped it in the break room.

But how could Hank’s good luck charm be giving out messages to both Karen and Beth?

Rachel arrived while Hank was still rambling on about his good luck charm and his run of bad luck since losing it.

“Hank, why do you think this is a good luck charm?”

“It gives me hunches . . . ever since I received it. First, it was to apply here for a job. Then finding my wife. Do you believe it, she was eating lunch in the park, just like I planned to do . . .”

“Have these hunches always been right?” asked Rachel.

“Yes . . . ” Then he paused. “Come to think of it last winter I felt a strong desire to go to the cemetery and then strange things happened. It was freezing cold and I just wanted to lay down on the grave of my professor and die. I almost did, but I had this . . . guy help me to my car . . . once I got warm I drove home. I never told anyone what happened . . . not even my wife.”

“We can cleanse this . . . or you can return it to your deceased professor . . .”

Hank didn’t wait for any other suggestions . . . “I’m going to the cemetery and returning it!!”

“Wait!!!” Rachel, Karen and Beth yelled simultaneously.

Rachel got to work. She cleansed the amulet, put a protective shield around Hank, Karen, Beth and herself. Then they left the office and went to the cemetery.

Rachel saw the apparition of the professor.

“What do you want?” Rachel asked.

“I want Hank to know he doesn’t need a good luck charm. He has what it takes.”

“But why lure Karen and Beth into this?”

“And what about my cancelled appointments and the lost clients . . . and almost freezing to death last winter?” Hank wanted to know.

The professor admitted there was a downside to the amulet and it was time to get rid of it, but not give it to someone else. Since it was cleansed, it may do no more harm, but it was time to let go of it. So Hank buried it on the professors grave.

Then Karen started to laugh.

“Here I am at the cemetery . . . the absolute last place I wanted to be today.”

Thanks for stopping by!

Sharon

Annoying Ghost

This has been some weekend with Halloween Parties . . . and All Hollows Eve is still a few days away …

I don’t know about trick-or-treat-ers running around the neighborhood.

I have noticed there are some strange things going on … last week and over the weekend … This is the reason for sharing this real ghost story with you.

And, I don’t have an explanation as to the strange paranormal experiences others are having … the veil must have lifted to a degree … or our imaginations are on overdrive …

Everyone has quirks. My friend Joan has a thing for leaving doors and cabinets half open.

Doors are to be either opened or closed. Cabinets, she prefers to have closed, drawers, too.

Everyday when she came home from work, doors were half open, cabinets half open, and drawers pulled out.

She decided she had a ghost that was messing with her.

A few days later, at work, she noticed her desk drawers were opened, the door to her office was half open and the filing cabinet drawers were opened and pulled out. She locked her office, desk and file cabinet before leaving. It was something she did every evening as did others in the office.

The janitorial service the company used would lock the doors of the offices. All the employees had separate keys to their desks and file cabinets.

Joan lived alone and no one had keys to her house.

When Joan’s sister, Holly, accepted her invitation to visit the following weekend, Joan asked her to bring her ghost hunting equipment with her.

Holly arrived with her ghost hunting team late that Friday night. Some were going to investigate the office and others Joan’s house.

Joan accompanied half the group to the office (three others) and Holly stayed at the house to investigate with the other half of the group (also three members).

At each location cameras were set up. They also had EMF sensors (also referred to as The Ghost Meter).

They both saw what they believed to be poltergeist activity opening doors and drawers. It appeared to be almost earthquake activity of doors swinging freely half opened or half closed and the drawers made jumping movements — not smooth openings. The kitchen cabinets swung open smoothly and adjusted to closing halfway.

It was all quite odd.

The group decided to do some research about both locations.

The strange thing was that both Joan’s house and the office building were once owned by the same man in the 1920’s. He was an attorney who was rumored to have poisoned his wife so he could marry his secretary. It does seem fitting that she would haunt both locations, but why Joan’s office and not the one used by her former husband?

With more research and consulting a psychic it was uncovered that the annoying ghost had once worked in the office Joan occupied before her marriage.

As has often been believed that poison is a woman’s means of murder, the psychic reasoned the annoying ghost was slowly poisoning her husband, but he discovered her putting cyanide in his food and drink and would switch plates and glasses with hers. So, in the end she poisoned herself.

It is a strange tale, but why was she taunting Joan who was not a relative and how did she know of Joan’s quirk of not liking doors, cabinets and drawers half or partly opened?

The simple answer is observation. This is how she decided to get Joan’s attention.

The annoying ghost didn’t stay with Joan much longer after the truth was uncovered. Did she want Joan to believe her husband poisoned her? Or to acknowledge that she actually poisoned herself?

Does the truth set one free?

Joan still lives in the same house and works in the same office. She thinks of the annoying spirit from time to time and wonders if she’ll return.

She’s relieved that the ghost only messed with her obsession and didn’t try to poison her.

I hope you enjoyed this real ghost story. I did. It had a happy ending … and gave us a bit of insight into the paranormal.

I’m always searching for answers or some insight into the realm of the paranormal … I’m not so much in getting the wits scared out of me … that has happened, but not something I seek …

I do hope this Halloween Season you and your family will be safe …

Thanks for stopping by!

Sharon