My group of friends is extremely interested in the paranormal. We've had several ghost encounters in graveyards, mostly via voice recordings, but we've never had anything like this.
Tonight as the sun was setting, we went to a family cemetery outside of town that we had seen several times. We always found some excuse not to go there at night, but with the sun still casting shadows over the gravestones, it didn't seem nearly as foreboding as it had before. We were wrong!
It started out well. The cemetery is extremely old and in horrible disrepair. The gravestones near the front that were still legible read from the mid 1800s. We counted at least a dozen plots for children, affirmed as children's plots not by the illegible markers, but from the stone borders that surrounded most of the plots. Near the back of the cemetery was a small area with between ten and twelve markers under the shade of a large tree.
By the time we reached this area, the sun had set and dusk was quickly darkening. My boyfriend had a horrible feeling like he was going to throw up, and said we should go back to the truck, but I was insistent. It seemed like something was pulling me back to the shaded markers. I argued with him for a moment, and told him that I was going to go and look at the graves, and then we could leave. As soon as I turned back toward the graves and lifted my foot, I became extremely light-headed and found that my legs would not carry me any further. I began to shake all over and I could not move back toward the exit of the cemetery.
After struggling with the wave of nausea and dizziness for a moment, my vision began to blur and I surrendered. One thought filled my head, because my mouth could not move. As soon as I conceded that I would leave, and that I did not mean to invade their privacy, my foot touched the ground and I am not ashamed to say that I hit the ground running. The sickness lingered, and even when I arrived home I was still suffering from sweats, chills, and vomiting.
To any Central Texans who may be reading this story, do not attempt to enter the graveyard on CR 224. Even in groups it is not safe. I only hope that this illness will pass. I've certainly learned my lesson.