well, My grandmother barb, before she passed away, was always obsessed with everything paranormal. Bigfoot, ufo’s, ghosts, you name it. Every week we would go far out of town to find the absolute scariest road, or building, or anything that we wanted to explore. We would go in large groups. usually it would be me, my mom, dad, brother and gramma in one car, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin in the other. We would take cameras and my gramma always brought coffee and joked that if she met bigfoot she would have coffee with him lol. I will, never forget one time we found this old house that was abandoned, and from a distance it looked beautiful. Strangest part was when we got close, it was in ruins. We continued our journey on one Halloween night, and we went to a graveyard near the old house we found. It was a very cold and calm night, but then the wind picked up. My aunt sue took her camcorder, like she always did, and began to film the cemetery. On camera, she saw what looked like a woman, all in white and glowing a little, picking flowers. But when she looked away from the camera, she was gone. We also explored a local legend of our own. Near us is a mountain, west mountain. The legend says that long ago a woman was falsy accused of being a witch, and her baby was taken from her, just before she was burned alive in her home on the mountanside. Her name was abigail west. For the longest time people regarded it as a simple ghost story with no truth behind it. Well, my gramma as she always did, found the perfect graveyard to explore in, and she had what she called a “gamma” feelin. She walked far in the back of the cemetery, at like 1 am mind you, and sure enough found a single stone, half buried far in the back all alone. On the stone was a carved willow tree, and the name “A. West”. weather or not it was abigails who knows, be she believed it, and i do. Ever sence then we have gone back, and to many other places from our past. Seen many things and needless to say I have stories to tell. My grandma passed away a few days before her birthday in june of 05 i believe, and I miss her so much it hurts. I will always remember the fun times, and all the haunts we shared. I thank her for who i am today, and live by her words. “Believe, in e verything there is to believe in, because even if its not real it still makes life that much funner”
well thats it, good luck to everyone lets see some more =]
id also quiclkly like to just give thanks for this topic in general. Ive had alot of emotions held in, it was nice to tell this story.
~travis