The Devil’s GraveyardNovember 9, 2013, 0 Comments
It took years, but, it finally happened—Steve and I finally had a scare bad enough to keep us awake most of the night.
Since we both had the day off from work, we decided to go out and investigate a place known as the Devil’s Graveyard. We have known about it for years, but it sounded a little too nasty and far-fetched to be true, so we never checked it out until now.
The story around this piece of land is that it was once a place where Black Masses and Black Magic and many live sacrifices had taken place. On a whim, we drove up to this place about 7:30 PM and parked in the middle of the “church.” It was a perfect night for ghost hunting; the temperature was just right and there was not a breath of wind. While we waited for darkness, we were facing the center of the pickup and leaning against the doors, talking a little, when suddenly we heard a knock on the driver’s window. Steve turned to look and there was no one there. While we were looking at the driver’s side, we heard a knock on the passenger’s window. Again we looked, and, again there was no one there. We started to talk about how we KNEW this one would be good, as it has already started.
After the sun went down, we stepped out of the pickup and moved to the front and waited. As we have a VERY close and loving marriage, we have become quite accustomed to each other’s caressing and strokes, so I did not think that there was anything unusual about my hair being stroked gently. That was until I sighed and went to move closer to Steve, only to find that he was still on the OTHER side of the truck! In my confusion, I asked, “Honey, was that you?”
“Was what me?” he replied back.
I said, “Someone was stroking my hair and I HOPED it was you!”
He told me that he had thought that it was me who had been caressing his shoulders at that same time. Needless to say, I IMMEDIATLY attached myself to Steve’s side. We thought we could hear our names being whispered in the trees and we continually tried to convince ourselves that it was the wind. (If only there had BEEN some wind.) We decided to take a few steps away from our pickup and toward the trees when Steve stopped abruptly and I said, “What?” in a less than relaxed manner. Steve told me that while he loves having me close, if I got any closer right then, we could wear the same skin.
I told him, “I’m sorry, Honey, but you’re not going to get me away from this spot for ANY reason!”
He said, “That’s okay, but could you at least loosen your grip on my arm a little?”
“No.” I replied.
“Okay, I’m good with that.” he told me. We continued on and we could see movement in the distance and heard some sinister laughing sounds and what could best be described as chanting. I kept feeling someone flip their hand through my hair constantly and Steve said he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. We turned around to look and there was nothing behind us. My heart felt like it was in overdrive when we both felt something grab our legs. I almost felt like I would pass out!
I asked Steve, “Are we convinced yet?” and he said, “Yeah, I think so!” I asked, “Can we please leave now?” Steve agreed and we turned around and started back for the truck. As we walked back to the truck, there was the sensation of someone right behind us screaming, “GO!” Just about the time we reached the truck, the flashlight died. We got in and LOCKED the doors as fast as we could and started the truck. We both spouted a number of expletives when Steve turned on the headlights, but they did not want to come on. I started praying, “Come on, oh please let the lights come on!” Steve turned them off and then on again and they finally did come on. As we drove away, it looked in the rearview mirror as if the area were on fire. We stopped and turned to look and—nothing but darkness. As we drove down the dirt road out, I kept praying, “Please don’t let this truck break down.” Once we got back on the main road, we could not get out of there fast enough!
As we drove home, Steve said that he thought he was very close to having a bladder burst and I said, “I’m glad to know that I’m not the only one!” When we got home, we were still so bugged and wound up that we could not EVEN sleep. Every little sound, every little creak, or any time the dog would move, we would both sit up in bed and ask, “What was that?” I again was attached to Steve and the last time I remember looking at the clock, it was 3:21 AM. We talked about it when we finally woke up and agreed on two things: One, this is the FIRST time either of us has EVER been so spooked that we were unable to sleep most of the night, and two, though it was a terrifying experience, this will NOT keep us from ghost hunting.
Steve, of course, had to check the headlight switch in the truck, just out of curiosity, and found that it was fine and had no problems. We’ve had a lot of supernatural experiences, but this one was definitely at the top of the list.
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