My Ghost Story

My friends and I were renting a house in the suburbs of Albany, NY. We were drinking beer and hanging out one night when my friend Dave told me about a cemetery he had found a small patch of woods. He found it while walking to the Dunkin Donuts the day before. It was late at night so we took some flashlights and set out to find the cemetery. The cemetery was about ½ a mile away from our house and 50 feet off of the road into the woods. There was only about 4 or 5 headstones. The cemetery was overgrown with trees and weeds. It was obvious no one was looking after the cemetery. We moved some old logs away from the headstones, pulled some weeds, and cleared away some trees. It seemed to be the thing to do at the time. I kind of felt sorry for the people buried there. It’s a shame that no one seemed to care about their little cemetery.

About 2 months passed and I was given an assignment for my photography class. The assignment was to take a photograph of a stationary object located outside at 3 times different of the day. I decided to take some pictures of the headstones. I spent a long time at the cemetery over the next few days. Unlike my previous visit, I really got a chance to read the stones and check the dates to find out how old these people were. They all seemed to die within 3 years of each other. There was an infant, an adolescent female, and two adults. Later, when I developed the photographs, I noticed a shadow face that appeared on the headstone of the infant child. It kind of creeped my out. I forgot about it.

Two days later, I had a really scary experience. I was sleeping and awoke to the sensation that someone was lying on top of me. I could not move. I am a pretty strong guy and I could not get this thing off of me. It scared me pretty bad. I yelled “Get off of me- NOW!!” I was immediately released. I was wide awake during this experience- it was no dream. I left the bedroom and slept on the couch. In retrospect, it is possible I made some kind of a connection with one of the spirits at the cemetery and it followed me home. I don’t know why the spirit would try to pin me to my bed like that. Maybe they don’t like to be photographed. Maybe when we cleared away the debris at the cemetery, we disturbed them somehow. I never had any more experiences like that again.