This story is one of only two paranormal experiences I have had in my life, which I can say is certifiably true... For thirty-four years old, that's time enough to accumulate many, especially being myself a very amateur ghost hunter, but this is one of the two that I would swear upon my sanity that is true.
Coming from small town Piqua, OH, in 1994 I attended my freshman year of college at the University of Toledo. Before long I had made several friends from around the state, and we took to making weekend road trips throughout the country sides of nearby Michigan and the Lake Erie areas of Ohio. One of these friends happened to be from Norwalk, OH and made mention several times of the "glowing cross" said to shine at nighttime in a small cemetery in the tiny village of Milan (which happened to be the birthplace of Thomas Edison).
So on that crisp autumn night, we grabbed our boom box and some deaf coffee and headed out for an all-nighter of rural exploration. I don't remember exactly where the cemetery was but I'm very sure it was on the outskirts of the village. I also remember not expecting a single supernatural thing to happen to me in a million years.
My friend who had witnessed the glowing cross previously, much to my skepticism, brought us to a parking lot across the street from the graveyard where he said you could best see it. Made no sense to me, but I went along with it. But, yes, surely enough, in that early morning/late night stillness of a sleeping small town, there it was! I thought at first that it must have been a car passing somewhere nearby and glinting its light off of the seemingly well polished white cross a good couple hundred yards from us, but just as it went out, it came back "on" again. This time it stayed in its glowing haze for at least a minute before it lulled out, but within that minute I became a believer. "You see that!" my pal asked, and I just surely said yes.
It was without a doubt something entirely of the supernatural and baffling to my somewhat skeptical sensibilities. Since that late night road trip many years ago, I have heard of only one reference to this anomaly in some small press haunted Ohio book from a while ago. Anyone ever heard of this? I live in Oregon now and have so for years, but on some return trip back to Ohio, I plan to again, at least one more time, grab my boom box and head up toward that eerie little village, minutes away from the great lake.