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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsWould you consider a cemetery, peaceful or spooky? When I was young and told to get lost. I would walk to penny candy
store and walk to the cemetary, At the time, it was peaceful, EDIT-night or day.
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(11,460 posts)debm55
(51,813 posts)Midnight Writer
(24,899 posts)debm55
(51,813 posts)EYESORE 9001
(29,198 posts)Peaceful by day, peaceful at night. I cant count the times my friends and I met at cemeteries due to their seclusion. We were always respectful of the setting and never got rowdy or boisterous.
One of my friends, Mark, had a different opinion after a spooky encounter in a cemetery. He took a short cut through a huge cemetery after dark, just like hed done many times before. When he was about dead-center in the graveyard, he heard a voice call out sharply, Mark! Looking around but seeing nothing, he proceeded. Again, a cry rang out: Mark! Losing his composure, he took off in a dead run for the wall surrounding the grounds. The calls followed him: Mark! Mark! He took a leap as he reached the wall and vaulted himself to the top. He turned around before jumping down to the other side to see his pursuer, which turned out to be a dog with a speech impediment
debm55
(51,813 posts)EYESORE 9001
(29,198 posts)Mark even found the dog and took it to a bark therapist
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(51,813 posts)SWBTATTReg
(25,802 posts)Population 350 people. We donate as a family to the cemetery there in Plad (off of Highway 64) and it's a beautiful spot overlooking a valley (and a special tidbit, my great-grandfather donated the land for the church too).
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(51,813 posts)Polly Hennessey
(8,283 posts)Full disclosure: I have never been in a cemetery at night.
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(51,813 posts)LoisB
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(51,813 posts)frogmarch
(12,246 posts)Years ago, my husband Lloyd and I and our three kids Jay, Holly, and Darby (Jay, the eldest, was in kindergarten), lived for a few years in Deadwood, South Dakota. One of the houses we rented - they were all very old - was at the foot of Mount Moriah Cemetery, where old-timers such as Wild Bill Hickok and Calamity Jane are buried. In our backyard were rickety old wooden "steps" made from spindly tree trunks that led up the hill to the cemetery.
One day I sat in a chair watching the kids play with toy trucks on the floor of the living room, when suddenly they all stopped playing and looked up. Together, their heads turned as their eyes seemed to follow something moving across the room. A minute or so later, two-year-old Darby, the youngest, waved one his little hands at whatever it was and said, "Bye-bye." Then they all resumed playing with their toy trucks. I asked them what they'd been looking at, and I think it was Holly, then three-and-a-half, who said something like, "A cowboy. He went out the kitchen door and is gone now."
I told Lloyd about it when he came home from work, and he chuckled and said, "They're messing with you." I explained that they'd acted in unison and didn't seem to be pulling a prank, but then I shrugged and put it aside.
About a week later when the kids and I returned home from the grocery store, Lloyd was in the driveway, loading furniture into his pickup. I asked him what was going on, and he said, "We're moving." I asked him why, and he replied, "I saw him."
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(51,813 posts)JoseBalow
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LogDog75
(941 posts)People visit cemeteries during the day because psychologically we have hundreds of thousands of years of evolution programing us to be fearful of the dark. That's why if you visit a cemetery at night your senses are at a higher state of alert. Add to that our consumption of horror movies and books now you have darkness, graves where dead people are, and our imagination combining to scare the hell out of ourselves.