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Date: Sun, 31 Aug 1997 14:32:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dracula (dracula@defnet.com)
To: ghost-discuss@aurora.cdb.com
Subject: Re: Ghost story submission
This is a true story and it has frightened me for over 18 years. As of that night I WILL NOT GO NEAR a graveyard after/during dusk or after dark.
I had just moved back up to Ohio after staying with my mother for nearly all my life; to finish High School and try to find a decent paying job.
I was staying with my sister about six miles out of town and had just started to come back from town on my bike when for some reason I decided to take a shortcut.
I turned down the road that was my shorcut and it ran past Brunersburg Cemetery. I did not notice that it had gotten dark and it was very spooky when I started to go past this place.
All of a sudden it got very quiet and even the crickets stopped making noise. I saw a flash of light off to my left and thought it was strange as there was no lights noe eternal flames in the cemetery as this place was started at the turn of the century.
Curious I stopped and looked; not the most intellegent thing I have ever done, and waited for another flash. I first thought that it had been a porch light or headlight, until I looked around and saw the closest house or road was well over three football fields away.
The flash came again and this time I could see it came from an old stone building in the middle of the graveyard. I started to go and investigate; again not the smartest thing to do, and stoped dead in my tracks when I heard a "scraping noise" coming from the building. I really started to get scared when I saw the door on the building start to swing open and a bony hand reach out from the inside. My fear quickly turned to terror when I heard a shrill agonizing scream/cry come from within the building.
Next thing I know I am on my bike and riding it for all I am worth. I then feel the hairs on the back of my neck start to rise and a sudden feeling of complete and utter terror wash over me. I turned my head to see what was behind me and saw a large hand reaching for my neck. That was bad enough but what was attached to the hand will haunt me for the rest of my life. The best way to describe it was that it looked like an extra from "Night of the Living Dead part II" Rotted flesh hung from this thing and an evil blue green light came from its eye sockets. My blood froze as I saw it was catching up to me. In my mind I seemed to know that if it caught me, I would become just another picture on a milk carton or on a "Have you seen me" poster.
I started riding as fast as I could and my heart was beating like a rock concert drum solo. I knew that I was moving pretty fast as I passed a car driving down the road.
For some reason I faintly heard a rooster crow, and the feeling of terror began to vanish. I never stoped until I was at my sisters house. The neighbors were outside and swore that I was moving so fast that I left the bike while it was still moving and ran for the door. Needless to say I spent a very sleepless night.
The next few days I spent trying to get my courage up and convince myself that I had not seen anything.
I went into town and read some of the old books in the local library and found out that there was a chicken farm there before the graveyard and the police reports said that there had been a farmer who had commited suicide in the house, right where the stone building was sitting now. Still I thought that this was all a strange set of coincidences.....right up until I had rode past the cemetery in broad daylight and noticed the handprint on the door, right above the rusty lock that had not been used in a long time.................
Now you can see why I will never go near another cemetery after the sun begins to set, and why I still have nightmares about this place.