posted on Feb, 4 2006 @ 12:18 AM
Always being interested in the paranormal and unexplained, I was wandering in the Woodhill Cemetery not far from my home. I saw a rabbit sitting on a
so I wandered up to the set of four graves in which I figured were all members of one family from the late 19th century.
The first was ‘Beloved Husband and Father’ and the second ‘Beloved Wife and Mother’. In the third plot I found it bizarre that there was no
head stone at all, for on the fourth plot stood a stone marked ‘Beloved Daughter and Sister’. Feeling sorry for this lowly unmarked grave, I found
some flowers that had been scattered by the wind and placed them on the grave. Was this a vital mistake or was it my connection with the other
I moved into the bush a short distance to answer a call of nature. It was whilst I was indisposed that I realized the rabbit was but two metres from
me. The small woodland critter sat there until I moved towards it. This was expected.
Dawdling back to the car, I looked back to the grave I placed the flowers upon, the rabbit was back… on the grave I had just placed flowers
Home that night, I walked into my bedroom to feel the air, cold, almost frozen. It was as if an air conditioner was on. Crisp cold, like an icy winter
night. Slipping into bed I knew there was a presence in my room that was not of this world. I pretended to ignored it, until the noises started. The
sounds of my belongings being shifted, sliding along my bedside table. The sounds of splashing water or a trickling tap. Then me shuddering!
If you’ve ever been scared by something you can’t explain, you feel so odd telling others of your experience. This one petrified me! The hair on
my neck and arms stood, my legs prickled and my throat dried like a salt lake in an instant. Ghostly fingers gently caressing my hair and neck, the
softest breath upon my cheek and a whispered voice. No one was there. Knowing I was supposed to be alone my head shot under the blankets. I drifted
into a light restless sleep.
I was falling. Images flashing by. Fast. To fast. I can’t see them. I look around and all I can see is… is… a face. It’s coming fast at me. I
can see a woman of middle age. It’s a photo, old and black and white. She’s wearing out dated cloths and a hairstyle from the days of old. The
image looms over me. I duck and turn then the voice impatient and raspy seemed to echo into eternity, “CHANGE IT!”
I shot up in bed gasping for air that I felt suddenly starved of. The reality of my dream came flooding back into my mind as that voice echoed into my
thoughts. “Change it”. The blood seemed to almost drain from head and the feeling nausea seeped though. I fell back shaking uncontrollably.
Feeling around for the lamp by my bed I switched it on. The light swept across the room vanquishing the unknown from my room.
Was this a ghostly experience or was it merely an active imagination? I haven’t returned to the Cemetery.