There is this cemetary across the street where I live. It is said to have at least 150 grave stones. Sounds big? I know. So a few nights ago, I had just finished watching the movie "Now and Then" and I saw the part where the girls went to the graveyard and tried to speak with the dead. I thought that it might be fun to just take a walk through the graveyard and just look around. Boy was that a bad idea!
As my two friends and I entered the graveyard, the first thing we noticed was that the hairs on our arms were sticking straight up and that cold and chilly feeleing ran through our bodies. After looking at at least two gravestones together, we all thought that we heard a moan come from behind a BIG gravestone about 10 feet away from us.
We stopped and just looked at everything around us. We couldn't quite put our finger on what the noise exactly sounded like but we were sure that it sounded like a women moaning. My friend, Erin, was the first to speak up. She looked at me and said, "Mickey, what is that sound?" I responded, "That sound is a women moaning, Erin." We both laughed and then noticed something that almost paralyzed us. My friend Ricky was gone. Erin and I started freaking out and called his name about 10 times. We heard the moaning again behind the big gravestone and hoped that we would find him behind it.
We didn't find him. He was gone. We almost started crying when we heard this voice behind us say, "Don't turn around! Don't turn aroound!" Erin and I weren't that stupid. We turned around and slapped Ricky until he "cried mercy." This wasn't the time to be messing about. It started getting even more frightning because we heard the moan again, but louder. This was enough for us. We had to look behind every gravestone that was in front of us.
Ricky thought of something smart for once. Since it was pitch dark, he pulled out his camera and took photos of every gravestone so that he could see it with light. By this time, the moaning had stopped and we were calm. Erin and I locked arms and watched as Ricky took shots. After every gavestone near us had been photographed, we looked through them all. Nothing made us satisfied until we came to the last picture. What we saw frightened us a lot.
In the picture of the one of the gravestones we saw a ghastly figure. It didn't have an exact shape, but we saw the head and the chest. We knew that this was the ghost that we heard moaning behind one of the gravestones because this figure looked like it had hair. So it was in fact a women moaning.
That night as we walked home we were very surprised and impressed by what we found. We showed my mom the pictures and without a second thought, she knew that this was a ghost. So as I am writing this story now, I can't help but think of what we saw that night. And still to this day, I feel like the hairs on my arms are standing up.