Post by Laurasia on Mar 10, 2005 20:49:41 GMT -5
Hello everyone.
This is a post that I had submitted to the another forum, in a thread asking for "creepy" things that members had experienced. However, I thought that it would be nice to have in our forum here as well.
"Good evening everyone.
Alright. They are numerous, but I'll give you one. None of you had better call me crazy either.
~raises eyebrow~
A few years ago, Amanda & I were searching through the cemetery that my grandfather is buried in. I hadn't been there since I was 8 years old & couldn't remember where he was. (The place is absolutely HUGE. With around 15 different "burial gardens", a pond to feed the ducks & numerous crypts.)
Anyway, we had come a bit later in the afternoon than we had wanted & were having trouble finding a worker. The office had already closed for the day, so we were basically looking around for a grounds keeper who may be of some help.
Well, we drove all around the cemetery looking for someone a couple of times. Eventually, I told Amanda to stop by the main crypt & I would go look in there. I thought that maybe someone would be in there closing it up or something, as it was getting close to closing time.
Anyway, I went in & needless to say it was already pretty eerie. I mean this crypt was a maze of wall markers & empty. There had to be a good 200 people resting in there. Anyway, I was wlking through the twisted corridors of the thing quietly calling out for a worker that might be in the back of the crypt.
As I was walking I thought that I heard someone a ways ahead of me, so I started to walk a bit faster & called out again. The person's voice got a little stronger & it sounded as though they were singing in another language. (Not uncommon for that area I might add.)
As I got closer to the end of the crypt it began to sound as though the person were a bit annoyed. Like if they had someone helping them & the person had kept messing up on something. But, it was still in a language that I couldn't understand.
I turned the corner of the last corridor & ended up face to face with some sort of religious monk-type person who was yelling at me in another language. He started pointing his finger & shaking his fist towards me. He was absolutely not from this time. I just stood there for a moment not knowing what to do. For some strange reason my first thought was still that he worked there.
The longer I stood there the matter he got & his voice would get even angrier & his eyes more maniacal. (Please note that at this time in my life I was going through some SERIOUS issues regarding religion.)The "monk" started walking closer to me & screaming in his weird language while pointing at me. I had this horrible dread wash over me as though I was the lowliest sinner to ever exist since Lucifer himself. I felt a horrendous sense of shame course through me, but for what reason I had no idea.
Eventually, it clicked it my mind that this was a spirit that was not too excited to see me. What the reason for that was I didn't know, but it was clear that he wanted me gone. So I ran. I ran as fast as I could through those twisted corridors & jumped into Amanda's car.
She just stared at me & asked me if I had found anyone. I just yelled at her to drive us home, to get us out of that cemetery as quickly as possible.
I still had that horrible sense of sinful shame the entire time that we were in the cemetery. I felt as though I wanted to hurt myslef in the worst possible way, because I was so horrible that I deserved it. Amanda kept asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't speak about. All I could do was cry hysterically. If I spoke about it, I thought about it & was trying not to with all of my being. I felt as though I had someone else's horrible thoughts overriding my own mind.
After we had driven about 10 miles or so away from the cemetery, that feeling started to dissipate & I was able to calm down a bit & tell Amanda what had happened. She just rubbed my neck & kept telling me that it was okay, that I had done nothing wrong. That God was not angry with me for anything.
I can tell you know that that experience really put a huge dent in my view towards religion for quite a while. Quite frankly, it scared the living he** out of me. I still don't know why a "monk" was there. Perhaps he was among those who were resting in there. And I still don;t know whether he was truly angry with me or not. For all I know, he didn't even know that I was there & just happened to be facing me.
I strongly think that my empathetic nature is what hurt me so much from this experience. That he may have, in fact, been the "sinner" & I was just picking those feelings up. For all I know, he was screaming at himself."
Sincerely,
Laurasia
This is a post that I had submitted to the another forum, in a thread asking for "creepy" things that members had experienced. However, I thought that it would be nice to have in our forum here as well.
"Good evening everyone.
Alright. They are numerous, but I'll give you one. None of you had better call me crazy either.
~raises eyebrow~
A few years ago, Amanda & I were searching through the cemetery that my grandfather is buried in. I hadn't been there since I was 8 years old & couldn't remember where he was. (The place is absolutely HUGE. With around 15 different "burial gardens", a pond to feed the ducks & numerous crypts.)
Anyway, we had come a bit later in the afternoon than we had wanted & were having trouble finding a worker. The office had already closed for the day, so we were basically looking around for a grounds keeper who may be of some help.
Well, we drove all around the cemetery looking for someone a couple of times. Eventually, I told Amanda to stop by the main crypt & I would go look in there. I thought that maybe someone would be in there closing it up or something, as it was getting close to closing time.
Anyway, I went in & needless to say it was already pretty eerie. I mean this crypt was a maze of wall markers & empty. There had to be a good 200 people resting in there. Anyway, I was wlking through the twisted corridors of the thing quietly calling out for a worker that might be in the back of the crypt.
As I was walking I thought that I heard someone a ways ahead of me, so I started to walk a bit faster & called out again. The person's voice got a little stronger & it sounded as though they were singing in another language. (Not uncommon for that area I might add.)
As I got closer to the end of the crypt it began to sound as though the person were a bit annoyed. Like if they had someone helping them & the person had kept messing up on something. But, it was still in a language that I couldn't understand.
I turned the corner of the last corridor & ended up face to face with some sort of religious monk-type person who was yelling at me in another language. He started pointing his finger & shaking his fist towards me. He was absolutely not from this time. I just stood there for a moment not knowing what to do. For some strange reason my first thought was still that he worked there.
The longer I stood there the matter he got & his voice would get even angrier & his eyes more maniacal. (Please note that at this time in my life I was going through some SERIOUS issues regarding religion.)The "monk" started walking closer to me & screaming in his weird language while pointing at me. I had this horrible dread wash over me as though I was the lowliest sinner to ever exist since Lucifer himself. I felt a horrendous sense of shame course through me, but for what reason I had no idea.
Eventually, it clicked it my mind that this was a spirit that was not too excited to see me. What the reason for that was I didn't know, but it was clear that he wanted me gone. So I ran. I ran as fast as I could through those twisted corridors & jumped into Amanda's car.
She just stared at me & asked me if I had found anyone. I just yelled at her to drive us home, to get us out of that cemetery as quickly as possible.
I still had that horrible sense of sinful shame the entire time that we were in the cemetery. I felt as though I wanted to hurt myslef in the worst possible way, because I was so horrible that I deserved it. Amanda kept asking me what was wrong, but I couldn't speak about. All I could do was cry hysterically. If I spoke about it, I thought about it & was trying not to with all of my being. I felt as though I had someone else's horrible thoughts overriding my own mind.
After we had driven about 10 miles or so away from the cemetery, that feeling started to dissipate & I was able to calm down a bit & tell Amanda what had happened. She just rubbed my neck & kept telling me that it was okay, that I had done nothing wrong. That God was not angry with me for anything.
I can tell you know that that experience really put a huge dent in my view towards religion for quite a while. Quite frankly, it scared the living he** out of me. I still don't know why a "monk" was there. Perhaps he was among those who were resting in there. And I still don;t know whether he was truly angry with me or not. For all I know, he didn't even know that I was there & just happened to be facing me.
I strongly think that my empathetic nature is what hurt me so much from this experience. That he may have, in fact, been the "sinner" & I was just picking those feelings up. For all I know, he was screaming at himself."
Sincerely,
Laurasia