:: Malew Church Cemetery Castletown, Isle of Man ::
These photos are courtesy of Stephen from Isle of Man.
Thanks you so much Stephen.
:: Aaron's Crossing ::
After reading the book: Aaron's Crossing by Linda Alice Dewey I went in search of this cemetery in Glen Arbor, Michigan were the incident took place.
According to the book, Linda Dewey had an encounter with Aaron Burke, in this cemetery, 73 years after he died in 1922, though he had died in and was buried in Dayton Ohio. According to the book Aaron couldn't pass over to the other side and had come from Dayton to this cemetery where his wife, daughter, father and stepmother were buried. [url]http://www.lindaalicedewey.com/media/articles/2005.06.14tctimes.htm
I would like to add a big "Thank you!" to the fellow that runs the Evolve Store in Glen Arbor, Michigan for helping me find this Cemetery.
:: Ghostly in Appearence ::
:: Alien in the Window ::
This photo is as taken, with film camera. I have no explaination for it, but I know what it isn't. I took the negative and had it enlarged and nobody could explain what it was either, maybe as one woman said it was somehow streaks from the way I cleaned the window and how the steam developed on it. I don't know, but it made an interesting image.
Pet Cemetery
What a shame that this sign is now gone and the heavy wooded area is hiding
some amazing monuments that people bought and placed there to show their pet's
final resting place. There are extravagant statues of horses and dogs.
People bought these plots and now the ground is closed off.
Nobody can get into it to take pictures plus there are several ugly dogs
across the road (and probably with good reason) Steven King's book did not do
places like this any favors.
Where Angels Fear to Tread #33
This narrative is not for the fainthearted, of which I’m one, but it happened to me. And the voice I heard that day will forever baffle me.
It happened in the long hot summer of 2010. There had been no relief all summer until the last of August when the weather cooled down. Since it was decent out, for the first time in months, I decided to update the new gravesites in the East Plains Cemetery in Matherton - a town about 90 miles from where I live. I hadn’t had a chance do any updates in about three years, which can be a long time for finding the latest gravesites. At first they stand out like the new kid on the block then they blend in with the others and can be hard to find if there isn’t any headstone. In that case it's usually pretty impossible.
Gerald Hunter, a close friend that does ghost investigations and writes books about hauntings (Namely: Haunted Michigan and More Haunted Michigan)knew that I was cataloging and photographing a cemetery. He told me to take a tape recorder sometime and just let it run. "You might be surprised at some of the things you capture," he added. Little did I know that was an understatement so like the fool that "rushes in" and is always eager to try something new, I took a recorder with me that day and placed it on a tombstone in an older part of the cemetery. Leaving it to run while I strolled to the far side where the newer graves were. (the cemetery is in levels oldest section from the 17 hundreds moving uphill to the newer recent gravesites)
About a half-hour later I went back and picked up the recorder shutting it off as I walked away.
After I got home I listened to what I had captured during that half-hour. It was increasingly disappointing all I heard was the sound of several cars zooming past, on the fairly busy highway out front. Every now and then planes droned overhead, dogs barked from somewhere off in the distance, birds chirped, bees buzzed and every time a gust of wind came, which was often, it sounded like an earthquake tremor. So much for getting anything exciting on tape. Toward the end I thought I heard a couple of voices though not distinct, maybe one said, "here she comes." Then I heard my footsteps coming through the crunching grass, for some reason I got a chill as it sounded like a stalker even though I knew it was my own. The imagination can always add drama to our lives. Then I heard a scraping sound when I had picked up the recorder and heard myself start to walk away still recording. Then just before I had stopped the recording I heard a breathy-whispery voice that made my hair stand on end and sent chills down my spine. Click… I had snapped off the recorder. Disbelieving what I’d heard and hoping that I hadn’t I rewound the recording and listened again. Still I couldn’t believe what I heard so I rewound and listened to it a couple more times then let my husband listen hoping I was wrong. He heard the same thing I did as plain as any voice and it meant that whispery voice was right in my face. If I had heard it when it happened I would have dropped the recorder and ran out of that cemetery never to return. The deep voice said, "I could kill ya!"
06-SEP-2010
Faerie Rings?
The cemetery where I took this is noted for having "Faerie Rings" in it, if so than I must have caught them,
if not than I caught some interesting circles of light. ;>))
Riverside Cemetery
I was taking pictures of a statue in Riverside Cemetery (in Plymouth, Michigan) when
I heard a terrible screech like crows behind me. I turned and snapped this picture.
The hair on the back of my neck stood right up, though I didn't see anything until I
got home and uploaded the picture which again made the hair stand up on the back of my
neck. To see statue click next.
A Child's Marker
A very huge statue in memory of a 9 year old boy that died in 1936.
