in things like ghosts never waned. I was always fascinated by stories
about them, especially so, I think, because of a strange experience
my grandma Rosa had. Hearing about what had occurred, coupled with
the fact that my grandma was a somewhat no-nonsense, traditional, and
religious woman, made me believe that what she'd said was true.
In a way, it made me even more open to that sort of thing.
Although the subject of ghosts always piqued my interest,
it wasn't something I ever made an effort to research or actively look into.
It wasn't until I found out that my friend (now husband) Nate was also curious
about such matters that that changed.
(this and all following photos my own)
Perhaps anyone even mildly interested in the paranormal
(especially with the shows on t.v. these days)
knows what an
E.V.P. is.
That's what we decided to try and do.
Fairly simple--a voice recorder, a camera, and walking around a cemetery.
In theory it sounded exciting, but once we got to the cemetery--oh my!
I was really apprehensive. I wasn't afraid of anything happening,
but this particular cemetery sat far back from the entrance gate.
There was a grove of trees in the middle, and most of the headstones were under them.
I remember being literally dragged by Nate into the middle of it, ha ha!
Yet once we were there and I started taking photographs,
that extremely creepy feeling left me.
I became absorbed into looking at the headstones and wondering about
the individuals buried there.
We never caught anything at that particular place.
It wasn't until we made the trek to another little country cemetery
that we actually began to capture voices on our recordings.
It was equally intriguing and freakish to find them.
I had always believed ghosts to be real; but this--this really sealed it.
Now, with Halloween almost here, it's the perfect time to share some of the E.V.P.s we captured :)
I'm not trying to convince anyone about what these are or aren't.
They're simply some things two curious people picked up while wandering
around an old cemetery at night.
They are real, and except for being amplified and removed of background noise, unedited.
We visited this paricular cemetery over many years.
We didn't get something every time we went--in fact, most
of the time we got nothing.
As I mentioned, looking at the headstones and reading
the information on them really made me feel for those buried there.
Two graves in particular caught my attention at this cemetery.
They were side by side, and belonged to what I assume was a brother and sister.
Both had died very young, in their early twenties, and both of their graves
had the terrible word "accident" on them.
Maybe it's just me, but it made me sad to think that their final resting place was associated
with the sad way they'd passed.
Frequently I would go to the female's grave, whose first name was Kathleen,
and talk aloud to her.
In this first recording, I am there with my husband and my nephew Kalyn.
We had just seen something interesting in one of the pictures,
and I ask wether it was "Will" (more about him later) or Kathleen.
A bit after I ask the question, you can hear the word "crying."
You also hear what sounds like my nephew saying "Don't go, I'm cold."
Although the voice sounds similar to his, no one remembers him saying that.
(All the clips are played, repeated/amplified, and then played backward.)
Listen to it
HERE.
In the next clip, my husband is talking aloud
when a voice interjects something after him.
(It says "You" after he speaks and before I do)
Listen
HERE.
In this one, Nate and I are talking about a photo he just took.
I say something like, "That would be spooky if you didn't conclude--"
What I'm referring to is the fact that the photo would've been odd, had we not known
that it was simply his breath showing up in the cold night air.
There are actually
two voices in this one, and they seem to be talking
about our picture-taking.
The first voice sounds like it says "You show up."
The second says, "You show up in the picture."
Listen
HERE.
There are lots of things I'm not even getting into concerning this place
and the evp's. captured there, the ones here included.
There was a lot of voice mimicking going on,
things where it would sound really close to one of our voices,
but it wasn't us speaking at the time.
This cemetery was literally out in the middle of nowhere.
There was nothing nearby, and the only noise or activity
we'd witness was the occasional car that would pass by.
How these sounds could have gotten there "rationally," I have no idea.
I'll close by sharing the story of Will.
As your heard, we reference someone named Will in the evp's.
Will was the other "personality" that we would actively "look" for.
We came across his headstone on one of our first few visits there,
and my husband was taking photographs of it.
As he was doing so, Nate cheekily remarked,
"This headstone looks like a phallus."
He snapped another photo, and the next thing I heard out of his mouth was
one of shock and surprise (and also starts with an "s").
He showed me the picture, and it was one of the headstone
with a bright red light just above it.
Without anything being said, I immediately understood
that whoever the headstone belonged to, they were not happy about what he'd said!
Here are the photographs in succession--
one before he made the comment, one right after he said it,
and one a few seconds after.
I have no explanation for that light.
There were no lights out there, and we never caught anything like that again.
And yes, my hubby is a total dork ;)
Leave it to him to possibly insult someone from beyond the grave! ;p
So, what do you think?
Do you have any explanations for those voices?
Have you ever had a "spooky" experience?
I'd love to know!
Oh, and of course--
