ghost stories

Ms. Bagawkbagawk- the cemetary where my dad is buried has an older section. My kids and I visit over there sometimes because the stones are beautiful and the people died so long ago; it is sad to see the names are unreadable on quite a few. I went one time just a few days before Christmas and my kids and I were reading the names and I was telling them things, like "oh, this one was just a child" or "This man served our country." That Christmas, all the photographs I took were filled with orbs. I mean, EVERYWHERE. That has never happened before or since that day. I always wondered if someone followed us home or something. (I know skeptics want to explain away the orbs as dust particles or bugs, but I know it was neither.Some orbs were so bright white they looked like they were glowing, while others were more translucent).

I don't know if it was a ghost expereince or not, but my point was to add to your comment about forgotten people in cemetaries. I think it is really sad also. I guess I started rambling.
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lowry, I totally believe in orbs. I know a lot of the pictures we took of our birthdays and when we were on vacation right after my Grammie died are filled with orbs. Especially the ones with my friends.

My mom started taking me through an old cemetery that my family has been buried in for over 156 years when I was about 4. I think seeing the little girl named Edna, whose stone was leaned up against a tree made me the saddest, even when I was that young. That's cool that you took your children to the cemetery, I think it is really good to teach your kids to appreciate history early.
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The weirdest thing was when one little girl's stone was ice cold, even though it was almost 90* outside. I just said, "It's okay. I don't want to hurt you. I trust you, and I want you to trust me. Is that okay?" And the stone warmed up.
 
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.
 
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wow i haven't caught anything weird on cam yet.

in college i went to the cemetery one night with some friends and after entering i started to get sick and i could tell we weren't wanted there that night and a few times as we would walk by i would feel like i was being watched and told to stay away. this happened every now and again.
 
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I see dead people, I really really do, Elvis Presley is my best friend! (Sorry, had to share that when I saw a ghost page.) :P
 
Oh that reminded me of a good one:

This photographer was at my great-great-great aunt's ranch, which is now a museum/art gallery. She was in her truck, and in the back seat, she saw a man in overalls. He kept asking about her cell phone, her GPS, and her Ipad. He just stared at it. She talked to him for a while, and then he was gone. I think it was my "aunt's" husband.

In one of the rooms a her husband's mom tried to drown a baby. That room is soooo creepy.
 
Oh that reminded me of a good one:

This photographer was at my great-great-great aunt's ranch, which is now a museum/art gallery. She was in her truck, and in the back seat, she saw a man in overalls. He kept asking about her cell phone, her GPS, and her Ipad. He just stared at it. She talked to him for a while, and then he was gone. I think it was my "aunt's" husband.

In one of the rooms a her husband's mom tried to drown a baby. That room is soooo creepy.
sounds like her mother in law was creepy by a power of 30 trillion
 
i really want to go to bobby mackey's music world. it's the "gate way to hell" even dubbed that by the ghost adventures crew. only thing is since i have 3 young kids i will not go i have read to many stories of "things" following people home and causing problems including possession so until my kids are older and can understand this type of stuff a bit better i will not go.
 

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