I posted several mysterious happenings I've had over on the other thread but will share this one here since this thread seems to be the one active now.
I live in Western North Carolina where artifacts from the Cherokee that date back 5,000 years have been found in the past during excavations being done for various improvements to land, businesses expansions etc.
Several years ago, one such local business expansion involved our UPS wanting to add another building to the back of their existing one. While the excavation was going on, human bones were dug up and all work immediately stopped. The Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians got involved and all plans were shelved permanently. Archaeologists were brought in to search for and mark any other graves found.
This is where my story really begins....
At the time, I was very interested in paranormal activities and orb photography. A friend of mine who lived in TN was also interested in it so she drove over one weekend and brought along her camera.
One moonless night, we drove out to the site with our cameras hoping to capture some orb photos of the area. She went one direction away from my car and I went the other. Digital cameras weren't quite available or even affordable yet so we were using our old SLR cameras with 35mm film. We were hoping to get some pictures of the marked graves (they had put little red flags on each one found) and if we were really fortunate there would be orbs in them when we had the roll of film developed.
Angie, had finished her roll of 24 while I still was shooting because I had a bigger roll of 36 frames. She came over and sat down on the dirt bank and waited for me to finish up with my roll and we both commented about how it kind of was disrespectful of us to be doing this. After all, these were the resting places of American Indians who had lived here thousands of years ago and already our Cherokee neighbors were upset with our county for digging up some of their ancestor's remains.
It was on the very last shot of my roll that it happened. I was looking towards a flagged area which I had noticed on previous flashes from my camera. I pressed the button to take the picture and was looking thru the viewfinder when the flash went off. There standing right in front of me, illuminated by the flash, was an old Indian man with long gray hair and wearing tan deerskin clothing, he was standing with his arms hanging at his sides and he had the saddest look on his face....one filled with great sorrow like he was crying.
I immediately asked Angie if she saw him and she responded, "Saw who?" I told her to run to my car and I'll explain it on the way home!
It's been probably 15 years since that happened and to this very day I can still see exactly what he looked like that night....and I still feel ashamed for trespassing like we did on sacred ground.
(Our county was not allowed to proceed any further with construction at that place but the Cherokee did agree to having it completely paved over a couple of feet thick to ensure that no one would ever be able to dig up any more ancestor remains.)
I should also add, neither one of us had any orbs in any of our pictures.
Edited by OnceAroundTheBlock - 8/7/12 at 12:05am