Your theories are all interesting and I'm jotting everything down, Googling, and trying to find some peace. I actually feel better for having posted
this and realizing that there are people whose first instinct is not to laugh at you. Thank you all for that.
I spoke with Linda earlier. That's the woman who was with her husband. I asked her to email me what she recalled and I asked her to inquire about any
smells Mike may have encountered in the cemetery.
This is her email, posted with her permission:
"As promised I’m sending you the write up of what Mike and I witnessed. I haven’t told anyone about it really for fear of being laughed at. I’m
just glad that you and Mike were there to see the same thing I did. Otherwise, I would feel the need to be committed somewhere.
We were stopped at the stop sign and I noticed movement on the right side of the road. I told Mike to wait because I thought it was a dog or something
and Mike can’t drive worth anything and I was afraid he’d run it over. It came up out of the little ditch there and walked across the road about
twenty feet (if that) in front of our truck. I don’t think it looked our way or noticed we were sitting there to be honest. To describe what it
looked like I would say it was a little miniature Monk of some kind. It looked like a midget in a black robe. The robe/coat it had on looked to be
heavy wool of some kind despite the temperature here not warranting such a heavy outerwear. It almost seemed to dance on its feet, too. It didn’t
just walk like a human would walk. It kind of shifted and wobbled yet it was sure footed.
Mike said, “What the &&$^# is that thing!?”
I started to shake all over because it just felt so unnatural. I felt like it was either a little toddler that had been abandoned or a demon of some
kind. That’s honestly what went through my head.
Mike rolled his window down and the thing didn’t appear to notice.
It walked into the cemetery and went around that big monument thing that is always decorated at Christmas.
I think that’s when your dog started to bark. The thing drew up to a stop and turned. We saw it turn towards our cars and Mike said, “Mother of
God...” and started to pray. I was alternating between telling him to drive off and telling him to go see what it was at that point, I think.
It heard the dog and so did we and then the thing took off like a bullet.
Mike jumped out of the truck and ran up into the cemetery. I don’t know what he was thinking or why he did that. All the hairs were standing up on
my neck and I started sweating like crazy. I had gotten out of the truck at some point too but I can’t remember when. I just remember feeling like
Mike was going to die and that we weren't safe there. I've never felt so threatened in my life.
That's pretty much it. Mike said it basically vanished and when he got back in the truck he was sweating and we went home instead of to the grocery
store. He just laid on the couch and I sat in the chair and neither of us spoke for a while. When we did talk about it it was to say that it was evil.
Whatever it was it was evil and I know that all the way to my soul.
I asked Mike if he smelled anything up there. He won’t really talk about it much. He just shook his head no and walked off. I think he feels as
mental as I do at this point. Oh, he took our fan out of our window and closed it off, locking it. We've had it in the window all winter because we're
so hot natured. He's running the air instead now. He said he felt like something evil was outside the window the two nights after it happened and he
couldn't sleep a wink.
I hope that’s all the information you needed.
Let me know if you find out anything.
Again, thank you all for the suggestions, the support, and the kind words.
edit on 2/28/2011 by girl_interrupted because: I can't spell.