This is another story about my husband who is ghost sensitive, as I am not.
Wayne went to visit his friend in Sault Ste. Marie and they did what every good urban explorer does and broke the law and went exploring an old church and abandoned mill that are "supposed" to be closed to the public due to their unsafe conditions.
They started with the church and attempted to get onto the roof of the church to get a good look at the old cross on top of it, which had to be easily eight feet tall and made of pure metal. How there wasn't enough roof left to allow them access to it.
They then explored the old mill and took lots of fascinating pictures, which (sorry to let you down) revealed only a dilapidated building that anyone would be crazy to enter without a hard helmet on.
Growing bored of this, they decided to explore the cemetery nearby and they quickly realized that it was for former workers of the mill who died. Apparently Wayne just sensed this; he could not explain how he came to the conclusion in any other rational way.
Now just so you know, our little explorers did not do this completely sober, no both people enjoy beer and had brought some along. Neither was drunk as they had to drive back to their houses and certainly not enough to cause any accidents to themselves, but had a comfortable buzz on.
So they were happily walking and taking tons of pictures and decided to take snaps of some of the tombstones that they liked the best. Now here is where it gets freaky. Wayne set his beer down on a nearby headstone and facetiously said, "I hope you don't mind holding my beer."
He had started to turn away when the beer can went flying off the headstone as if someone had thrown it! Yes, you're reading this right; it literally flew about 5 feet away from the grave. Not like where the wind pushed it off; there was no wind that day to account for this phenomenon anyway. That is when our happy explorers looked at each other in astonishment and decided to leave the cemetery in a hurry.
Sadly Wayne didn't get the name off the headstone nor take a picture of it as it wasn't as "pretty" as some of the others. Otherwise I would have liked to have researched this person to find out if he was a teetotaler or had a temper. Perhaps he just didn't like getting his eternal rest disrupted by a pair of half cut idiots and that is the only way he could ask them to leave?
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