I have been a paranormal fanatic for quite some time. I always wanted to research my local history and try to find a worthy place of an amateur paranormal investigation. My friends and I came across an old cemetery called "Lucy Run." After researching the cemetery, I found a story behind the name. According to countless stories, a girl named Lucy Robinson lived near the property in the 1800's. To make a long story short, she drowned in the flooded creek next to the cemetery while chasing after her boyfriend in a thunderstorm. Now, I understood that this could have very well been a fabricated tale but I looked into it nonetheless.
The story said that Lucy was living with her uncle, Charles Robinson. I checked into the cemetery's archives and found that a Charles Robinson is in fact buried at the cemetery along with the rest of his family, but no girl by the name of Lucy is buried there. If I remember correctly she was buried at a different site but I never actually confirmed this.
My friends and I decided to visit this place at night and check it out (we made sure that it was legal for us to be there at night first). I brought a standard digital recorder and digital camera. Remember, I'm an amateur so that's really all I had in my possession. We found the grave site of Charles and decided to conduct an EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) session. We captured nothing on the recorder but our bodies definitely felt something. There were four of us there, Me and my friends Matt, Jerry, and Blake. We all felt the same sensation. As we were asking questions the four of us got really cold and had goosebumps all over our arms, and keep in mind this was during the middle of summer. You could just feel the presence of something. Was it Charles? I cannot verify that for sure but I knew something was with us.
After the EVP session we decided to go near the creek where Lucy supposedly drowned. This is where the activity decided to pick up. After asking questions with no responses, we decided it was time to leave. As we were walking back to the car passed the creek, we distinctly heard the cry of a female. There are a few houses around and for all I know it could have been a child playing outside. But it was 11pm and I was doubtful a young girl would be playing out by a creek at 11 at night. I was not able to capture this on my recorder due to a lot of interference from the running creek.
My friends started to become uneasy so I agreed to leave. I have been back to the cemetery twice and have not captured any convincing evidence. The question still remains whether or not the story of Lucy Robinson is true or who Charles Robinson really was. I remain diligent in my journey for answers and continue to research.
Hopefully I will find the time to return for a fourth time and capture some hard evidence. Thanks for allowing me to share my story. Opinions, comments, and suggestions are most welcome.