by Evangeline Uriyu

Created on: October 29, 2009

Stories of the Paranormal

Authors note:

All the Stories you are about to read are true. They were experienced either by myself, or told to me first hand by the people who experienced them.

Chapter One

The Ghost of Thomas Wixon

April loved to spend time in the old cemetery on Great Plain road. It was a lovely spot with large Oak trees and a silence that seemed fitting out of respect for those who slept eternally. Brambles, overgrown grasses and vines were claiming much of it, leading April to believe that the old cemetery was not cared for. Still, she always walked through it reverently not just because it was a cemetery, but due to its great age.

During all the times April visited the cemetery, she never encountered another living soul. She wondered if the descendants of the deceased were long gone. There were headstones from the late 1600's whose engravings could just about be deciphered due to centuries of pollution, acid rain, and the elements working at buffing out the old Fieldstone headstones. She loved how in time long past the headstone would be carved with words like; "Here lies the body of....." Some of the oldest were engraved with even more archaic words; "Here Lyeth Ye Body of...." Some headstones from the late 1600's had engravings of skulls, scythes or hour glasses illustrating the harsh Puritan view of death and judgment day. Many of the stones were tilted either side to the side, front to back or both. Some had sunk so deeply into the ground that the last of the engravings could no longer be read. She found it a little creepy how the dirt above those old graves wasn't level. It was humped as if the dead person lay just a few inches below the soil. All of the graves were old; the last person having been buried there was in 1960. So in a way, this was a dead cemetery.

April wandered through the headstones, reading their messages and wondering about the people whose lives were often cut short. Many died in the prime of life; some were infants and small children. The old headstones often stated what the person died from. Some were murdered, some died of childhood illnesses, women died in childbirth and men away at war. One sad headstone listed five little brothers aged eight months to seven years all taken by pneumonia. That headstone had an engraving of the tree of life with five branches broken off signifying the untimely death of the five little brothers. She noticed that few people seemed to live until old age.

This day like so many early

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